Chapter 674 Red Dragon Resurrection

Red Lightning is a copper-horned red dragon that represents extreme high temperature.

It has a pair of sharp brass horns and is a rare four-legged dragon among giant dragons. Compared with two-legged flying dragons, it is obviously better at melee combat.

When Red Lightning was pushed into the camp by a huge cart, Mahamu II had been waiting here for a long time.

His three-headed dragon also followed him to avoid accidents.

In terms of size alone, the three-headed dragon is undoubtedly much bigger than Red Lightning, but Red Lightning's body is obviously more sturdy. Standing next to it, the behemoth three-headed dragon looks a little thin.

In terms of weight, the two may be about the same.

But this does not mean that Red Lightning is bulky. The origin of its name originally represents its lightning-like speed when flying in the sky. His grandfather rode it to end the chaos of the Great Void Period.

It is said that the dragons tamed by Suleiman, who occupied Rumelia and Musa, who was king in Edirne, were torn to pieces by the claws of the red lightning that rushed in at high speed.

There are still illustrations of that battle in the palace, which made him, who was still young at the time, fascinated for a long time and quarreled with his father to go to the Dragon Garden to tame dragons.

Standing in front of the huge red dragon, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had reunited with the rare white moonlight in his youth, which made him, who was always calm, fall into memories for a while.

Roar——

The three heads of the three-headed dragon roared in dissatisfaction. These three heads often quarreled over who should take better care of their only dragon partner, not to mention adding a new one.

In fact, no one in the Osmanoglu family could tame two dragons.

Even a low-level dragon like the clawed dragon tamed by the rebel would not accept the contract of Osman who had tamed a dragon.

Even if the original dragon died, it would be useless.

Because the connection between the two is a double connection of blood and soul. Even if the dragon partner dies, the breath will still remain and be deeply rooted. After all, compared with the dragon, humans are still too small.

Mahamu II came to his senses and hurriedly comforted his sensitive companion. The expression he looked at the red dragon also changed from the original longing, expectation, and desire to coldness.

Although he was a little reluctant, the plan still had to go on.

"Wake it up!"

One of the spellcasters surrounding the copper-horned red dragon stood up and reminded carefully: "Your Majesty, we tricked it into taking the magic potion and kept using the sleeping spell on it. If it wakes up, it will definitely be furious. Please prepare in advance."

"It doesn't matter. There are magic arrays set up in advance to target its weaknesses. I'm with you, so it won't make trouble."

Mahamu II is very confident. Even if these prepared back-up plans are excluded, he is still the grandson of Muhammad I with pure blood. He is confident that he can appease this copper-horned red dragon.

Worried that Red Lightning would be too angry when he woke up, Mahamu II added: "Wait, prepare more cattle and sheep."

…

Constantinople.

The Knights Hospitaller have taken over the task of training militias. Lothar has decided to allocate a city area to the Knights Hospitaller as the base of the branch.

They had rich experience in fighting pagans. They had fought against the famous "Limp" Timur before, but unfortunately they were defeated. It is said that Timur built a Jingguan for them according to the Tatar tradition.

It was also from then on that the Knights Hospitaller lost the last land territory of Tumena.

Losa toured the city, mainly inspecting key places such as reservoirs and granaries.

And restrained the soldiers, and the citizens paid attention to personal hygiene and prevented the 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 water source was hard to say.

Anyway, since the enemy began to besiege the city, Losa has ordered to stop drinking the water from the underground river and use the reservoir instead.

Fortunately, the reservoirs of Aspar, St. Mocius, and the Basilica aqueduct in Constantinople are still well preserved and have not been damaged by the war.

Today, Constantinople held a large-scale requiem mass, not only to boost morale, but also to appease the dead souls, so as to avoid the large number of dead in a short period of time, which would breed terrible evil spirits.

Viviana came to the door of Hagia Sophia and walked towards the soldier who was distributing black veils: "Can you give me one?"

"Ah, it's Ms. Viviana, you are also here to attend the mass?"

"Shouldn't I come?"

The soldier scratched his head shyly: "I thought you would do something more important at this time."

Although they are all outsiders, Viviana is undoubtedly much more popular than Giovanni, the Genoese, and Orhan, the Turkic barbarian.

"I have no talent for command, and I don't know any training skills."

She is also the head of the branch of the Rose Knights, but this is only honorary. She has never participated in training, nor has she led them to fight together. People hold her high, like a mascot.

Candle Knight sighed softly: "If Knight Yao was here, I'm afraid you would have won this 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 deeds.

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, and said with a tense body: "Your Majesty."

Viviana turned around and saw the emperor walking towards her with a serious expression.

"Go and do your thing, soldier."

Lothar handed Viviana a black veil and went into the church to participate in the mass together.

"Aren't you going to visit the library today? There are many precious books there, many of which are rare and rare books. Originally, in history, after Constantinople was captured, these books were either destroyed or sold by exiled Greek nobles."

"I finished reading Emperor Maurice's "Strategy" all night last night. I wonder if I can do more to defend the city."

Coming out of Hagia Sophia, the emperor and the Candle Knight walked side by side in Augusta Square.

"She is so dilapidated."

The emperor sighed, walking on the marble tiles mined from the Aegean Sea. The tiles have cracked. Since the Latin pseudo-dynasty seized Constantinople, it has never been repaired. The Crusader State, officially named "Romania", has a financial situation comparable to that of the subsequent Palaiologos Dynasty. They are both veritable "beggar empires" with the financial power monopolized by Latin merchants.

"I have been to Constantinople in our world. It is still prosperous. The queen of the Ducas family is in power. I also played a team game with the crown prince of the German emperor in the Colosseum."

"Is your world different from ours? Another timeline?"

This is the second time that Candle Knight has heard Lothar talk about the medieval world.

"It's not as simple as another timeline, it's another world."

Lothar paused, then said: "You know about time travel?"

"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 timelines and see all kinds of unique scenery."

Recalling his past experiences, Lothar shrugged and didn't comment.

"Maybe."

He had been to the Song Dynasty, but what he saw was not the carved beams and painted buildings, and the colorful flowers of Bianjing, but the Jin Dynasty's cavalry marching south, a desolate and miserable life.

He had been to the Ming Dynasty, and what he saw were corpses frozen to death along the way, and border villages that were looted and burned.

He had been to France, and what he saw was not the romantic and passionate Paris, and the world-famous Palace of Versailles, but the epitome of the Hundred Years' War, and a series of tragic and bloody battles.

He had been to Italy, and what he saw was not the origin of the Renaissance, a romantic and colorful cultural holy land, but a powder keg full of gang forces, violent conflicts, and racial contradictions.

This has nothing to do with romance.

As he was talking, a roar of an angry dragon suddenly sounded from the horizon.

It was like a bolt from the blue, and it lasted for a long time.