Vlad III, who had done all this, was now leading his cavalry towards another Ottoman barracks. In just a few days, three Imperial military camps had already been breached by him. Everywhere he fell, he ordered the Knights to slaughter the soldiers, making it difficult for Old Jack to keep track of their next moves......

After these days of running, this knight order has improved its strength to a great extent. Blood not only makes them more powerful, but also gives them a bloody killing aura, which can not only boost their morale, but also produce a strong deterrent to the will of the enemy.

Although Mehmed II had ordered the military camps throughout the country to be under martial law, there were always places beyond the reach of a large empire, and these were the focus of Vlad III's attack.

"How long will our attack last, my lord?" asked the Count of Barthenon, who rode beside Vlad III, and whispered. They have now penetrated deep into the middle of the empire, and if they continue to fight like this, it will be difficult for them to return once Old Jack attacks Romania directly.

Vlad III did not answer Barthenon's question, he was thinking about something else now.

It had been a full month since Dracuri arrived at the Vatican, and in that month he had not heard anything about him, which was unusual as the number one figure in the secret party's attention. On the other hand, it is said that Radu spends his days in the arena of paladins, playing knightly duels with those paladins.

Although Chromia did not say it in the intelligence, Vlad III could still sense her concern, the holy city of Vatican had hidden the inheritance of the blood clan for countless years, and if he really got something by Draculi, then he would be even more terrifying.

Thinking of this, Vlad III's left hand, which was holding the reins, clenched it with an unusually hard grip.

"What's wrong with you, sir?" asked Barthenon cautiously, "Are you alright?"

"Well, I'm fine, I just thought about something. Saying that, Vlad III's expression relaxed, "Sorry, what you were talking about just now, please say it again." ”

"No, sir, you don't have to be so polite. "Count Barthenon was treated like this, and his heart could not help but be a little excited. Vlad III usually looks cold, and if there is any other expression, it is also extremely cold, and today he is suddenly like this, he is a little unaccustomed.

Looking at Count Barthenon's strange appearance, Vlad III couldn't help frowning: "Have you been sucking too much blood lately, and your brain is a little abnormal?"

"No, no, no, sir, of course not, I'm sorry. Barthenon hurriedly explained, "Actually, what I want to ask is, let's go deep into the Ottoman Empire, what if the Sultan directly sends troops to attack Romania and has no time to rescue?"

Vlad III did not rush to answer, he raised his head and looked at the night sky, where a dark moon hung quietly, quietly emitting a silvery glow.

After a long time, Vlad III spoke: "Bad Nong, I ask you, who is our enemy?"

"The Turkish Sultan Mehmed II, it was he who wanted to occupy the land of Romania. Count Barthenon said without thinking.

"I guess you'd say that, but from the very beginning our enemy was Prince Heron. Vlad III said, taking out a codex with the arrogant will of the conquering king, which he had always carried with him, "Mehmed II has just destroyed the Byzantine Empire, and although there are 200,000 troops, the supply of the troops is not a small problem. Probably because of this, he gave up sending troops to Hungary in favor of subjugating the smaller surrounding countries. ”

Looking at the puzzled expression on Barthenon's face, Vlad III continued: "If it is an ordinary human being who sent the war book, then it means that Mehammad II really wants to conquer us, but the person who came is a member of the Black Heron clan, then it can only mean one thing, it is the blood clan that sent troops to Romania to play tricks behind the scenes. Old Jack doesn't want Romanian land at all, but my life!"

"I see, I see. Barthenon nodded and said, "That is, as long as we stay in the territory of the Ottoman Empire, they will not attack Romania." ”

"At least for now, yes. Vlad III said, "Although I don't know why this old guy will attack me, but if you anger me, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding price!"

Under the cold moonlight, the outline of a military camp gradually appeared at one end of the horizon, and seeing this scene, five hundred pairs of blood-colored eyes instantly revealed a surging killing intent. The silver-haired Vlad III pulled the blood-stained kiss of the goddess of radiance from his waist, and the moment he swung his sword, tonight was destined to be another sleepless night of killing......

While Vlad III commanded the slaughter, Kromia on the other side was not idle, dressed in a well-fitting samurai suit and standing surrounded by ten guards with a blunt broadsword in her hand. In order to prevent her long hair from being a distraction in battle, she tied her golden curls into a neat high ponytail with a ribbon, so that the elegant noblewoman suddenly became a fierce warrior.

Elizabeth leaned lazily on the couch outside the court, a glass of blood in her right hand. Originally, Chromia meant that the two of them were practicing on stage, but Elizabeth sternly refused, "I conquer men with my body, not with my body, so I don't want to fight and kill you......"

In this way, Chromia had no choice but to let her personal guards practice with her.

Even though they were guards, each of them was a beautiful girl, and even if they were not as good as Chromia and Elizabeth, they were enough to swoon ordinary men. Looking at the exquisite armor on the girls, Elizabeth outside the field showed a regretful expression on her face: "The most beautiful things are covered by these broken copper and iron, what a tyrannical thing." ”

The guards, shields in their left hands and swords in their right, formed a circle to enclose Chromia, their movements steady, like seasoned hunters hunting down their prey.

The prey clearly knew her situation, and she held the broadsword in both hands, the blade of which swung like flowing water, and then, slashing to the side.

The guards on the side were already prepared, and instantly blocked the shield, but at the moment when the blade was about to slash the shield, the angle of the slash changed slightly, allowing the blade to brush the shield and slash at the other guard.

Although it was a dull broadsword, with its strong physical strength, Chromia still left a scar on that armor, and seeing this scene, Elizabeth exclaimed excitedly: "Well done, just like that, tear all those eye-catching rags, and free those poor beautiful bodies!"

"Shut up!" Chromia yelled helplessly, and then dodged the attack from behind her, these girls' attacks were very methodical, and the cooperation between advance and retreat was extremely tacit, even she had some difficulty resisting.

If you have a hard time resisting, then just attack. The broadsword in Kromia's hand danced like a ferocious shark, and the overlapping shields were the waves in front of her. The blade of the broadsword burst through the gap in the shield like a shark through the incoming waves, and then Kromia leaped high, the broadsword in her hand stirring.

Although the cooperation of the guards is tacit, once it is disrupted, it is difficult to form an effective attack. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chromia separated the united guards and began the harvest one by one, and in doing so, she quickly emerged victorious.

"That's not interesting. Elizabeth said as she finished her glass.

"It's interesting to watch me get knocked down by them, isn't it?" said Chromia as she walked over and handed the sword to the maid on the side, then untied the ribbon that bound her hair.

"Can't you make this move a little more aesthetically pleasing?" said Elizabeth, sitting up.

"Is it necessary to do this in front of you, beauty is for men to see. With a slight stroke of her hair, Chromia continued, "How is the situation on Vladqing's side, do you need me to send troops to assist him?"

"Why do you care so much about him, I really feel sorry for Lord Solla. Elizabeth pouted, "Don't worry, this bold guy has directly entered the Ottoman Empire, but it doesn't seem to have met the Black Heron's people head-on." ”

Elizabeth had her own intelligence network, all over the nobility of the Ottoman Empire, and it was easy to obtain this information, "The old bird didn't know if it had drunk his brain, and he was holding on to a duke, and even I felt ashamed of him." ”

"The convoy of the Grand Duke of the Dragon who ambushed the secret party before suffered a crushing defeat, and the Viscount of the Teng Snake Clan even lost the alchemy riding spear before he picked up a life, maybe Old Jack wanted to take revenge. Chromia thought for a moment and said, "But Vladqing is our man, and letting them fight will cause losses to the secret party, otherwise, I'd better mediate." ”

"At a time like this, you should never do that. Elizabeth suddenly said solemnly, "Only a few people know that Vlad has joined our camp, and if you rush to mediate, once Dracuri finds out, he will definitely tear Vlad to pieces!"

"You're right, I wasn't thoughtful enough. Chromia nodded and said, Originally, the existence of Vlad III was a shame for Dracuri, if he really found out, then Vlad III would be really dangerous, "But don't you hate him very much, how can you still think about him?"

"Hate to hate, who made him a companion, besides, that old bird disgusts me more than Vlad......"