Chapter 659 Temporary Peace

The Ottomans did not let Orhan show off his power under the city for too long, and soon sent a general to fight against Orhan.

This man had a tiger-like back and was riding a ferocious beast that resembled a monitor lizard and was covered in heavy scales. He had no intention of chatting with Orhan, the Ottoman prince. As soon as he got close, he stabbed him fiercely. The spear in hand.

The clawed dragon under Orhan's crotch immediately jumped back and dodged the shot.

The person who came here had considerable fighting power. According to Lothar's analysis, he was at least a wolf centurion-level figure. The former Orhan would definitely not be his match.

But now Orhan has a heart-to-heart connection with the clawed dragon under his crotch, and has become a dragon-blooded kin again. His combat power has increased tenfold compared to before, and he has quickly regained the initiative in the battle. With the help of the clawed dragon, Taking advantage of his height, he launched a counterattack from a high position.

The confrontation between the two was extremely exciting and made people dazzled.

The more Zahir Pasha fought, the more he felt suffocated. His armored troglodyte was also a powerful beast, with thick scales and a ferocious temperament. The diet even included some low-level dragons, but compared with the prince's claw dragon In comparison, he looked like an idiot with no brute strength. He was completely suppressed by the claw dragon. Not only was he unable to provide him with any support, but he was actually hindered in the confrontation between the two sides.

Orhan wielded a specially made heavy dragon gun, a three-meter-long giant weapon, but he could use it with ease.

And as time went by, the more he fought, the smoother he felt. Only then was the dragon's blood in his body truly stimulated. The clawed dragon under his crotch moved according to his will, becoming a unified whole.

As he handed out a shot, Zahir Pasha hurriedly ducked to the side, but at the critical moment, the clawed dragon leaped up directly. When Zahir's empty door was exposed, his sharp claws cut him open. Opened his breastplate.

The feet, which were also equipped with sharp claws, stepped on the head of the armored monitor lizard and pierced its eyes, causing the beast to immediately fall into a state of rage. It didn't even care about the owner on its back and rushed forward. Fight hard.

But after losing its mind, the armored monitor lizard was already at a disadvantage and lost cooperation with its master. How could it be Orhan's opponent?

With his strong enchanted armor, Zahir Pasha managed to save his life. After a few rounds of resistance, Orhan shot him through the chest and sent him flying into the sky. The armored giant lizard also did not survive. How long ago, he stabbed his head through the eye.

Orhan, who once again put Zahir on the gun, felt very high-spirited. The anger and depression accumulated for decades were vented at this moment with his roar.

The clawed dragon under his crotch had the same idea as him. It was eating the internal organs of the armored monitor lizard. It also raised its head and let out a sharp roar.

"It seems that Orhan has done nothing in these years."

Lothar was very pleased, as if he saw a prince who was exiled in a foreign country, wandering around and burdened with heavy hatred. In his free time, he kept sweating and practicing the dragon spear skill that would be useless if he could not tame the dragon. .

There are few records of Orhan in history books, but Lothar saw the talent displayed in him.

Two consecutive big wins also proved that Lothar was right about him.

After this battle, for himself, Orhan will be able to secure his position as the guard of the southern city wall. No one will question his identity. For the enemy, Orhan's name will also return to the sight of the Ottomans. When Hamu II was around, these might be nothing.

But what if Mahamu II is no longer here?

Lothar turned around, looked at the jubilant defenders, and said with a smile: "Miss Viviana, if Mahamu II sends people up again, I'm afraid Orhan won't be able to deal with it. Then When the time comes, I have to ask you to take action.”

The female knight wearing a fallow deer hood bowed slightly: "Mr. Captain, please don't worry."

Among the clouds, Mahamu II showed a look of displeasure on his face. He had overestimated Orhan's combat power, but he didn't expect that a powerful dragon came from nowhere in this loser's body. The blood power, with his current bloodline strength, is probably not inferior to that of some medium giant dragons.

This dilapidated country can last for thousands of years, and it really has some foundation.

"Send Ismael to fight!"

The order was quickly passed on. From the enemy camp, a cavalry commander rushed out again. He was wearing a wide robe and long sleeves. He was not wearing armor, but there was a powerful spiritual light surrounding his body. He was obviously a very powerful man. of extraordinary beings.

"Finally, it's hard time."

Lothar looked stern.

The extraordinary beings in yesterday's giant ship world are mainly distributed among the church forces in this era.

The Ottoman brotherhood and the Sufi monks were all very difficult opponents in the memory left to Lothar by Constantine XI.

On the contrary, it was the artillery team formed by the Ottomans. In Lothar's view, if they were alone without the cooperation of spellcasters, they would not be a big threat to the Theodosian Wall, which was protected by the magic circle.

"I'll go."

Viviana's expression was very relaxed and her movements were graceful, like a noble lady attending a banquet in the palace, slowly walking onto the dance floor, floating down from the city wall more than ten meters high.

"Go back to town, Mr. Orhan."

she shouted.

Then he pulled out the sword from his waist, and a white candle appeared out of thin air on the sword.

The enemy seemed to feel the threat. He raised his staff and chanted a spell, brewing a powerful spell.

But with just a blink of an eye, the enemy discovered that the place where Viviana was originally was empty. Although he did not feel the fluctuations in the space, Viviana seemed to flash and appeared directly in front of him. .

call--

With a light movement, she blew out the candle.

The slightly swaying candle flame at the top of the candle suddenly expanded into a terrifying fire dragon, breaking away from the shackles of the candle and sweeping towards the local caster.

The man didn't expect to be attacked like this. He hurriedly cast a spell to block it, but was engulfed in flames in the blink of an eye.

The greatest characteristic of the magic swordsman is his ability to cast spells unexpectedly and instantly.

The defenders roared with cheers.

"God bless Rome, God bless our emperor."

In Constantinople, the power of faith is still strong, but it is fundamentally different from what Lothar saw in the Holy Land.

The fall of Jerusalem, the imprisonment of Avignon, the Crusaders' sword-fighting against the Christian brothers, the Black Death's indiscriminate massacre of clergy, the Hussite uprising in Bohemia...

All in all, the shackles of divine authority have suffered unprecedented heavy losses in this world.

Gone are the days when countless devout believers would take up arms, sell off their property, rush to foreign lands, and launch holy wars at the Pope's order.

But this cooling enthusiasm seemed to be recovering again after Viviana easily defeated one of the generals. Both Latins and Greeks cheered at this moment.

“God has not abandoned us!”

People cheered and cheered. As long as God was still on their side, even if the number of enemies was so huge that it was several times more than the men and women in the city combined, they were full of confidence in repelling the enemies.

"Let you be proud for a few more days."

Mahamu II, above the clouds, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

The enemy's female knight was very powerful. Unless he took action personally, it would be difficult for his generals to pick one who could match her. However, he always felt that there was danger in Constantinople and was unwilling to take risks himself.

He urged his mount to slowly fly out of the clouds and fly towards the camp he was building.

The moment that huge black body emerged from the clouds, not to mention the Greeks guarding the city, even the Ottoman camp heard shouts of terror one after another.

"Look, it's a dragon!"

"The dragon of the Ottoman king!"

The enemy troops below the city included quite a few Orthodox Christians. They had witnessed this demonic dragon flying above their heads, spitting out world-destroying dragon flames and burning down their armies and homes.

The fear of the man riding the dragon has been engraved in the bones of the Serbs, Bulgarians, and Greeks, the peoples who once dominated the Balkans.

People who had secretly rejoiced at the death of Murad II, and even harbored secret disobedience, realized with despair that even if Murad died, his son would still inherit his legacy. Anyone who resists the terrifying dragon must be careful of the possibility of its dragon flames falling from the sky and destroying everything.

Lothar showed a wry smile as he looked at the three demon dragons that had caused the morale of the defenders to fall to the bottom with just one appearance.

If it were the original Constantine XI, how desperate would he feel now?

But to his expectation, the young Mahamu II was very calm and did not rush forward rashly, but went straight back to the camp.

The confrontation between the two sides may have to be postponed for some time.