The nightmare beast climbed over the mountains and mountains as if it were walking on the ground, and Xiaobai followed behind and did not pull down at all - when it was out of the sight of others, the little white dog turned into the appearance of a huge white mastiff, running after the nightmare beast, and from time to time leaning over to ask Bo Fu on the horse for food.

Soon, Befu was on the faintly visible path in the Carpathian Mountains, and they followed the path towards the east. "Let's go along this mountain, and then we will spend a little vacation on the Black Sea, and then we will go to the Balkans. After that, we went to Istanbul and crossed the Bosphorus to Asia. ”

The Carpathians have everything, they are sparsely populated, and the villages and towns scattered along the main transportation routes are full of nonsense - in fact, many of them are true, but the immediate question is - "The Turks are coming!"

And Bo Fu also obtained a definite information about the time in a tavern in a village, "It's 1455 A.D., a little earlier than I thought." He cheerfully invited all the people in the tavern to drink, threw out a handful of silver coins to settle the bill, and then went out and rode on the mighty horse, put a little white dog in front of the saddle and let him lie down, and walked out of the village along the stone road—here the appearance of the Bo Fu was not at all as conspicuous as it was in Western Europe, where there were many, many black-haired and yellow-skinned people. It's just that a few men also went out quickly after Bo Fu had gone out, and rode on bad horses and trotted up to follow, "Poor guest," sighed a few well-informed old men in the tavern.

It's just that I don't know who is pitiful, in short, people have never seen the strong men who followed back again, and the nightmare beast is well fed.

The days passed, and on this day Bo Fu also saw the Black Sea—standing on the top of the mountain, he could see a glimmer of light in the distance. In Berfu's eyes, he saw the Black Sea clearly. They continued along the road. This time they saw the battlefield.

Many people's bodies lay on the ground. Crows and vultures fluttered in the sky, wild dogs on the ground tore at the flesh of the dead, and a putrid stench filled the place. Bo Fu rode the Nightmare Beast and roamed among the corpses, the flames burning under the huge horses' hooves even on the ground overflowing with black rotting blood, even though it was far more blazing than ever. The giant nightmaremon stopped in one place, and among the corpses strewn around, there was a pale body facing the sky on its back, not yet beginning to decompose. "I'm still alive, but I'm losing too much blood. That's more than ten minutes of life. ”

Xiaobai bit the man's shoulder and dragged him out of the pile of dead people. The man was wearing a pair of torn armor, and the delicate leaves were enough to show the nobility of the man's status, his face was pale, but he was quite handsome, and he was about thirty years old. The man still had a little sanity in his eyes, and he struggled to turn his eyes to look at the man on the horse, a black, smoke-like humanoid riding on a fanged horse that spewed sparks, with flaming eyes and a mane, and the head of the humanoid wore a skeletal helmet with two horns. A pair of golden highlights under the helmet looked at themselves.

The man's strength came out of nowhere made him open his lips, which were already full of cracks, and said very softly but clearly: "Help me"

Bo Fu on horseback. A hand shrouded in black mist was stretched out. With the movement of his hand, the dying man was lifted into the air by the invisible force, levitating parallel to Bo Fu's line of sight. Bo Fu let the body roll in front of him, "Tut-tut, your 'fatal wound' turned out to be in the back" In front of him, the man's armor fell off one after another, revealing the blood-stained body underneath, and a little below the shoulder blades of the man's back, a wound that had become pale with excessive blood loss appeared there, the wound was thin, but deep.

"What price are you willing to pay to save you? Hahaha, I'm just joking with you! I'm the last humanitarian, and I will never charge a price for saving people. At this moment the man happened to turn to face Bo Fu, and he saw the golden eyes shining in the black smoke. "Your name?" said Bo Fu, the man who was actually dead from the chest down was a little dazed, "for your savior, at least you have to say your name!"

The man struggled to breathe, but the air entering his lungs was still very scarce—his breathing muscles had begun to die, but then an endless wave of vitality poured into the man's mangled body, and the already blue skin and the almost coagulated blood in the stiff muscles began to flow again, and the necrotic muscles began to twitch again. This time the man's breathing began to become stronger, more air entered his lungs, and the man finally had the strength to answer Berfaux's question: "Vlad Topes Dracula." That's my name. ”

"What a name," the figure in the black mist said something that made Vlad a little puzzled, and Vlad heard an admiring tone in his voice.

"Now, let you regenerate. "The black fog enveloped Vlad Topes Dracula.

When Dracula stood on his feet again, he found his savior, "it was probably a devil," and he thought that the savior had cleared the black mist, revealing the ordinary-looking man in the robe below. Once he was saved, Vlad walked a few steps away from Berfu, kissing the cross around his neck and thanking God for giving him life again.

Berfu just smiled and watched Vlad's every move, and he didn't say anything, neither that you should thank me, nor that your Lord didn't send angels to guide you when you were about to die. Because Bo Fu knew that he didn't have to say anything, this man would not forget everything that happened.

"Go," Bo Fu waved his hand again, and a dead war horse, the body of which had even decayed to reveal its skeleton, and the vultures and crows were tearing at the horse's internal organs, and the dead war horse suddenly neighed and stood up at once. The standing dead horse frightened the crows and vultures that were grabbing their food, and the internal organs of the death horse flowed out of their abdomen as a result of this standing. But the next moment, the rotten skin on the horse's body quickly fell off, and blue flames rose from its body, burning the skin and muscles that had fallen off, along with the internal organs. Only a few minutes later, under Vlad's terrified gaze, a war horse stood in front of him, "Find the saddle yourself, and go home." Hope you can catch up."

Vlad heard Birf's words and suddenly woke up from his original fear. He looked in awe at the man in front of him, who was still riding on a black horse, holding the cross on his chest in his hand, and hesitated for a long time before he asked with difficulty: "Can you be lucky enough to know the name of Your Excellency?"

"No, you don't need to know my name! for you will remember—in your despair. As the words fell, Bo Fu directly rode a black horse and turned into a wisp of light smoke and quietly disappeared on the terrifying battlefield

Vlad recited the words of the Bible aloud, and he quickly found some scattered harnesses, and after quickly putting on the horse, he galloped along the road to the interior of Wallachia, "Elizabeth, I'm back," he muttered, urging the horses under his crotch to gallop. (To be continued......)