OBS Chapter 674 Red Dragon Resurrection
Chapter 674 Red Dragon Resurrection
Chapter 674 Red Dragon Resurrection
Red Lightning is a copper-horned red dragon that represents extreme heat.
It has a pair of sharp bronze horns and is a very rare four-legged dragon among the giant dragons. Compared with the two-legged flying dragons, it is obviously better at hand-to-hand combat.
When Red Lightning was pushed into the camp on a huge cart, Mahamu II had been waiting there for a long time.
His three-headed dragon also followed him to avoid any accidents.
In terms of size alone, the three-headed dragon is undoubtedly much larger than the red lightning, but the red lightning's body is obviously more sturdy. Standing next to it, even a huge monster like the three-headed dragon looks a little thin.
If we really talk about weight, the two are probably on par with each other.
But this does not mean that the Red Lightning is bulky. The origin of its name represents its lightning-fast speed when flying in the sky. His grandfather rode it and ended the chaos of the Great Void Period.
It is said that the giant dragons tamed by Suleiman, who occupied Rumelia and Musa, who was king in Edirne, were torn to pieces by the claws of red lightning that rushed in at an extremely fast speed.
There are still illustrations of that great battle in the palace. As a young boy at the time, he was fascinated by it for a long time and insisted with his father that he should go to the Dragon Garden to train dragons.
Standing in front of the huge red dragon, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, as if he had reunited with the elusive white moonlight in his youth. Even he, who was usually calm, could not help but fall into memories for a moment.
Roar--
The three heads of the three-headed dragon all let out dissatisfied growls. These three heads often quarreled over who should take better care of their only dragon companion, not to mention adding a newcomer.
In fact, no one in the Osmanoglu family has ever been able to tame two dragons.
Even a low-level dragon, like the Sharp-Clawed Dragon tamed by the rebel, would not accept the contract from Osman, who had already tamed a giant dragon.
It would be useless even if the original dragon died.
Because the connection between the two is a double connection of blood and mind, even if the dragon partner dies, the breath will still remain and is deeply rooted. After all, compared with dragons, humans are still too small.
Mahamu II came back to his senses and hurriedly comforted his sensitive companion. The look he showed towards the Red Dragon also changed from longing, expectation and desire to coldness.
Although I feel a little reluctant, the plan must be carried out.
"Wake it up!"
One of the spellcasters surrounding the copper-horned red dragon stepped forward and warned cautiously, "Your Majesty, we tricked it into taking the potion and have been using a sleeping spell on it. If it wakes up, it will be furious. Please be prepared in advance."
"It's okay. We have a magic array set up in advance to target its weaknesses. And with me here, it won't be able to cause any trouble."
Mahamu II was very confident. Even if he excluded these backup plans he had prepared in advance, he was still the grandson of Muhammad I with pure blood. He was confident that he could appease this copper-horned red dragon.
Worried that Red Lightning might be too irritable when he woke up, Mahamu II added, "Wait, prepare some more cattle and sheep."
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Constantinople.
The Knights Hospitaller have taken over the task of training the militia, and Lothar has decided to allocate an area of the city to the Knights Hospitaller as the base for the branch.
They had extensive experience in fighting pagans, and had previously fought against the famous "Lame Hao" Timur, but unfortunately they were defeated. It is said that Timur built a Jingguan for them according to Tatar tradition.
It was also from then on that the Knights Hospitaller lost their last land territory in Tumena.
Lothar toured the city, mainly checking key places such as reservoirs and granaries.
Soldiers were restrained and citizens paid attention to personal hygiene to prevent the outbreak of plague.
The Ottomans were not so crazy as to throw dead bodies into the city because they themselves were afraid of the plague, but the same could not be said about the water source.
Anyway, ever since the enemy began besieging the city, Lothar has ordered people to stop drinking water from the underground river and instead use reservoirs for water supply.
Fortunately, the Aspar, St. Mocius and other cisterns in Constantinople, as well as the Basilica aqueduct, are still well preserved and have not been destroyed by the war.
Today, a large requiem mass was held in Constantinople, not only to boost morale, but also to appease the souls of the dead, in order to avoid the large number of dead in a short period of time giving birth to terrible evil spirits.
Viviana came to the door of Hagia Sophia and walked towards the soldier who was handing out black veils: "Can you give me one?"
"Ah, it's Ms. Viviana, are you coming to the mass too?"
"Shouldn't I come?"
The soldier scratched his head shyly: "I thought you would be doing something more important at this time."
Although both were outsiders, Viviana was undoubtedly much more popular than Giovanni, the Genoese, and Orhan, the Turkish barbarian.
"I don't have the talent to lead a commander, nor do I know any skills in training troops."
She was also considered a branch leader of the Order of the Rose, but this was only in name only. She had never participated in training, nor had she ever led them in battle. People held her in high esteem, like a mascot.
Candle Knight sighed softly: "If it was Knight Yao, I'm afraid you would have won the war."
"Ms. Viviana, I don't know who Knight Yao is, but in everyone's eyes, you are the greatest knight in the world, no doubt about it."
You just don't know her story.
Viviana smiled. Although she thought so in her heart, the soldier's praise still made her feel a little better.
The soldier suddenly stood up straight, his body tense, and said, "Your Majesty."
Viviana turned around and saw the emperor walking towards her with a serious expression.
"Go about your business, soldier."
Losa handed Viviana a black veil and they went into the church together to attend the mass.
"Aren't you going to visit the library today? There are many precious books there, many of which are rare and valuable. In history, after Constantinople was conquered, these books were either destroyed or sold by exiled Greek nobles."
"I stayed up all night reading Emperor Maurice's 'Strategy' last night. I was wondering if I could do more to help defend the city."
Coming out of Hagia Sophia, the Emperor walked side by side with the Candle Knights in the Augusta Square.
"She is so ruined."
The emperor sighed as he walked on the cracked marble tiles mined from the Aegean Sea. They had never been repaired since the Latin pseudo-dynasty seized Constantinople. The financial situation of the Crusader state, officially known as "Romania", was comparable to that of the subsequent Palaiologos dynasty. Both were veritable "beggar empires" with financial power monopolized by Latin merchants.
"I have been to Constantinople in our world. It is still prosperous there. The one in power is a queen from the Ducas family. I even played a team game with the German emperor's prince in the Colosseum."
"Is your world different from ours? Another timeline?"
This was the second time that Candle Knight had heard Lothar talk about the medieval world.
"It's not just another timeline, it's another world."
Losa paused and said, "You know about time travel, right?"
"I've read some novels of this type."
She couldn't help but sigh: "Your life is really colorful. It must be a very romantic thing to travel through different worlds and different timelines and see all kinds of unique scenery."
Recalling his past experiences, Losa shrugged and said nothing.
"maybe."
He had been to the Song Dynasty, but what he saw was not the Bianliang with its carved beams and painted buildings and splendid flowers, but the southward advance of the Jin cavalry, a desolate city with people living in misery.
He had been to the Ming Dynasty and saw frozen corpses along the way and border villages that had been looted and burned.
He had been to France, but what he saw was not the romantic Paris or the world-famous Palace of Versailles, but a microcosm of the Hundred Years' War and one brutal and bloody battle after another.
He had been to Italy, but what he saw was not the origin of the Renaissance, a romantic and colorful cultural mecca, but a powder keg filled with gang forces, violent conflicts, and racial contradictions.
This is far from romantic.
As he was speaking, an angry dragon roar suddenly sounded from the sky.
It was like a bolt from the blue, and it lasted for a long time.
(End of this chapter)