OBS Chapter 684 Candidates
Chapter 684 Candidates
Chapter 684 Candidates
"Is this a win?"
The Genoese mercenaries, who were preparing for a tough battle, were still a little bit unbelieving.
"It is impossible for the emperor to lie about such a thing."
Giovanni's tone lightened.
At this time, if Mahamu II was not dead and reappeared, the emperor's authority would be immediately severely damaged. If the news was false, it would not boost morale at all. He did not believe that the emperor would make such an unwise move.
"I never thought that Miss Viviana was actually a dragon rider."
"Ms. Viviana seems to be a noble from Shinra. Have you heard of her name?"
"No."
Everyone shook their heads. Under normal circumstances, the presence of a dragon knight would definitely attract everyone's attention. Even someone like Orhan, if he was born into the Shinra nobility, would definitely make a very famous name.
"Do you think Miss Viviana is a nun? Only those nuns who practice asceticism and live in seclusion would be unknown at ordinary times, but stand up to resist the enemies of Christ at the critical moment, right?"
"possible!"
"Ms. Viviana is simply a living saint."
"That's right. I think that the so-called Joan of Arc of the French is more worthy of being called a saint than a person of noble character like Miss Viviana!"
Giovanni listened to his subordinates' discussions and believed their conclusions to a certain extent.
Because in his opinion, a dragon knight of Viviana's level is already one of the top fighters in the world. After searching the entire wolf clan, only the Wolf Lord can defeat her. If she had not lived in seclusion before, she would have made a great name for herself long ago.
He sighed in his heart, "If the Romans had such a knight, the Crusaders and the Venetians would probably not have been able to take Constantinople. No, whether there would have been a Crusade is another matter."
The Crusades originated from the call of the Roman Emperor, Alexius of the Komnenos dynasty, to whom many Crusader leaders swore allegiance and helped the Romans regain part of the territory in Asia Minor.
If the Romans had such a powerful dragon knight who could recapture Asia Minor, Antioch, and even Jerusalem by his own strength, it is hard to say whether there would still be this group of Crusaders.
Of course, the Northern Crusades and the Iberian Crusades are another matter.
Suddenly, one of Giovanni's guards said, "Boss, since we have won, can we call you Count of Lemnos now?"
The emperor had promised Giovanni the island of Lemnos as a fiefdom. If this came true, it would mean that these wandering wolves would have a piece of land to reproduce and thrive, without having to rely on others and shelter under the wings of the Genoese.
"Probably so."
To be honest, Giovanni was not too sure. Although in his opinion, the emperor was a man of great charisma and credibility, the power disparity between the two sides was too great. The emperor had dragon knights. Even if he changed his mind, could they still seize him by force?
As the news was passed down layer by layer, the whole of Constantinople became a sea of joy. Everyone was rejoicing, praising the mercy of Christ, the wisdom of the emperor, and the greatness of the Candle Knights.
Although the soldiers defending the city still stayed at their posts, they also celebrated in their own way.
The Ottomans outside the city did not think of attacking because of the slackness of the defenders. Instead, they fell into deep fear.
The Roman dragon riders have returned, but their Majesty and the dragon have not yet returned. What this means is self-evident. Although the news has not been confirmed, the association it brings to them is extremely terrifying.
However, this association, before it was confirmed, was still suppressed by the remaining power of Mahamu II and his three-headed dragon. Although the morale of the soldiers in various units was shaken, it did not cause too much disturbance.
Unfortunately, the news of Mahamut II's death was soon confirmed.
The three-headed dragon returned its body to the Ottoman camp, and then flew to the Dragon Garden in Asia Minor without looking back.
Perhaps only when the last bloodline of the Ottoman royal family is cut off will these dragons choose to leave Asia Minor and return to their homeland.
The dragon walked away, leaving the Ottomans with endless fear and chaos.
Some people also feel like the clouds have cleared and the sun is shining again.
The Serbs, Bulgarians, Greeks and other Orthodox Christians in Rumelia were in a state of confusion and some wanted to restore order. They sent messengers to try to contact the emperor and restore order.
Some people also planned to flee back to their hometown and escape from this war that had little to do with them.
Although the Ottomans quickly realized this and sent the Anatolian Corps to suppress the riots, it was still unknown how much morale the Anatolian Corps still had at this time.
Although they suffered heavy losses, the Janissary Guards, which still numbered more than 10,000 people, became the target of competition among various powerful people.
Seeing that the Ottoman Empire was about to fall into a chaos even more terrible than the "Great Interregnum", at this time, if they did not have military power, even the high-ranking officials in the past would not dare to guarantee their own safety.
As the most elite standing army of the empire, the value of the Janissaries naturally rose. In fact, in the Roman era, the Janissaries had the ability to depose and enthrone emperors, but they had not yet realized it and had not taken action.
In their eyes, the biggest enemy is still the Romans with their dragon knights.
In the big tent.
A group of Ottoman high-ranking officials who were sitting on the ground were arguing with each other in a heated debate.
"Is this still the time to fight for power? The Greek emperor has a dragon rider who may ride the dragon and descend on us at any time. What we should do most now is to reach a peace agreement with the Greek emperor and then withdraw our troops!"
"Coward, His Majesty's body is still warm, but you don't want to avenge His Majesty. Instead, you want to make peace with the murderer who killed His Majesty. Where is your honor? Where is your piety to the Holy Fire?"
"Could it be that the demon dragon can also be killed by sheer numbers? Even if we shoot 10,000 or 100,000 arrows at it, it won't hurt it at all, and it only needs a breath of fire to devour thousands of our lives!"
"We lost, everyone. We must admit this. What we should do most now is to support a royal bloodline. Even if you haven't seen the tragic situation during the Great Interregnum, I'm sure you have heard about it, right?"
"Royal blood? Who else can we nominate?"
The Grand Vizier said without hesitation: "Of course it is your Majesty's eldest son, His Highness Bayezid!"
"Your Highness is only five years old. How can he rule the country at such a critical moment? Besides, a qualified Ottoman king must prove that he can tame a dragon. Otherwise, how can we deal with the Roman dragon riders?"
Where there are supporters, there will naturally be opponents.
The Grand Vizier represented the Ottoman civil service group. Their opponents were naturally the local forces headed by local nobles and military commanders. Their interests and positions were inconsistent, so it was naturally impossible for them to make the same choice.
Moreover, the two factions were not in harmony with each other. The civil officials group was mostly conservative and unwilling to expand blindly; while the military officials group was more willing to use foreign forces to expand territory in order to gain military merit and fiefdoms.
"His Highness Jem is younger. Do you have any other choice than him?"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire tent became quiet.
Because some people suddenly realized that they seemed to have another choice besides the bloodline of Mahamu II.
Someone who could keep the Roman emperor from sending out his dragon-riding witch to burn the entire Ottoman camp into inferno.
"You want to choose Orhan, the rebel?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The Grand Vizier argued: "Anyone who dares to have such an idea is a traitor and should be executed immediately!"
There was an uproar in the tent, and everyone responded: "Olkhan is a traitor. We will never allow such a traitor who has surrendered to the Greeks to ascend the throne!"
The chaos in the camp is just a microcosm.
In corners that people cannot see, a new round of power struggle has already begun.
Early the next morning, people saw the Grand Vizier lying dead on his bed with an exquisitely shaped Greek dagger stuck in his chest. For a moment, everyone in the Ottoman camp was in danger.