Chapter 676: Making Relatives

"Your Majesty, that is my father's dragon, Red Lightning."

On the city wall, Orhan, who was rushing over, looked at the two behemoths in a confrontation in the distance with some emotion.

He is not remembering Mahamu I, and he has no feelings for this father.

What he lamented was that if he had been recognized by Red Lightning, he might now be in the opposite position of Mahamu II to attack Constantinople.

But then I thought about it, even if I had the red lightning, there is a high probability that I would not be the opponent of Murad II riding the three dragons. Although there is a possibility of sitting on the throne of the Ottoman King, it is even more likely. Or he was defeated and killed.

Lothar frowned and asked, "Tell me about the characteristics of this 'red lightning'."

Orhan told the story briefly and comprehensively. After all, it was the dragon that he had wanted to inherit from the beginning, so he naturally knew it very well.

"Although it is a fire dragon, it is better at hand-to-hand combat and has amazing defense power."

Lothar calculated that from the sense of blood and aura, this red dragon was obviously weaker than the three demon dragons, but its amazing defensive power made him a little worried about whether the Dragon Shooting Crossbow would be effective.

"Your Majesty, the red dragon has taken off!"

Orhan looked a little nervous, and the worst-case scenario occurred. Not only did Red Lightning not fight with Mahamu II, but it reached an agreement with him and launched an attack on Constantinople.

"What a fast flying speed!"

There was a look of solemnity on Lothar's face. He only had the wrong name, not the wrong nickname. Even he could not compare to the flying speed of this red lightning.

“It’s such a long-awaited place.”

In the sky.

The huge four-legged red dragon had a hint of human emotion on its face. When it followed Mahamu I in the past, his partner had told it that it would capture the city sooner or later.

As a high-level dragon, Red Lightning is naturally not one of those mindless idiots.

It knew very well that even the descendants of Mahamu I, with the help of those three-headed bastards, could not capture the city. If they had to take the risk and "invite" themselves to help in the battle, the city would naturally not be captured so easily.

Otherwise, it would not be Mahamu I's turn for the heirs to come. He and Mahamu I had captured this city decades ago.

Just this danger is not enough to deter it.

The giant dragon has an arrogant nature, and Red Lightning is very confident in its powerful racial talent and unparalleled defense.

Perhaps fighting dragon flames and having various fighting abilities, I am slightly inferior to those three mutants, but in terms of defense, I am obviously not comparable to that thin bastard.

A bastard is a bastard, and he doesn't even have the fearlessness of a dragon!

"The dragon is here, ready to fight."

"What kind of fight are you fighting? Hurry up and hide in the bunker. Your Majesty has ordered everyone to hide in the bunker!"

At the top of the city, there was chaos.

Orhan's intelligence showed that the defensive power of this red lightning was extremely amazing, which meant that even if he stood still and let the soldiers shoot with crossbows and bows and arrows, it would be impossible to harm this behemoth.

In addition, with the flying speed of this red dragon, it is impossible for ordinary bows and arrows to hit it.

"Boss, that red dragon is coming towards us!"

A Genoese mercenary, with panic written on his face, shouted to Giovanni Giustiniani, who was urging the soldiers to hide in bunkers.

boom--

Almost as soon as he finished speaking.

The huge red dragon swooped down with violent roars of air, like a red storm, its huge hind legs spread out flexibly, trying to grab something, and plowed two deep grooves on the city wall.

When I heard the sound again, I looked up and saw that the huge body of the red dragon had appeared a thousand meters away.

Giovanni got up from the ground, with the Genoese mercenary beside him. If he hadn't taken action just now, he would have been caught by the red dragon's hind legs.

"damn it."

He couldn't help but cursed angrily. The Ottomans actually had two dragons, and the new red dragon seemed not weak at all. Even after the transformation, he, an elite centurion, couldn't The high dragon to deal with.

With Giovanni personally in charge here, other places are naturally not so lucky.

The red dragon dived and snatched away two Greek soldiers. It rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, threw the soldiers into the sky, stretched its neck and accurately took them into its mouth, and Gulu swallowed them.

With a cruel and playful smile on its face, it swooped down again towards the city.

The shrill screams still lingered in the ears of the soldiers guarding the city. Facing this terrifying beast that was completely beyond their knowledge, they couldn't muster the slightest fighting spirit and hid one after another.

Orhan suddenly said: "Your Majesty, I have to go back and take charge of defense."

Lothar shook his head and said, "It's too dangerous for you to go back now."

Although the Claw Dragon is small in size, it has also grown in size after incorporating the dragon blood given to it by Lothar. It was originally less than three meters tall and five meters long, and now it has grown to more than four meters tall and six meters long. .

With this kind of body shape, it is impossible to travel through the corridors inside the city wall.

If you walk outside, the chance of being spotted by the red lightning is too high.

As for the defense of the southern section of the city wall, Lothar had previously made a plan for when the enemy dragon attacked. Many defenders had personally experienced the drill. He felt that there was no need for Orhan to take such a big risk to rush in. past.

"Your Majesty, this is the opportunity."

Orhan said seriously, a glimmer of golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Use him as bait to create an opportunity to shoot Red Lightning.

Lothar hesitated for a moment, frowned and said, "I don't guarantee that the dragon-shooting crossbow can kill this red dragon."

The Dragon Shooting Crossbow had a matching crossbow arrow, but there was only one. He did not dare to test it at will. It was precisely because he did not have an accurate grasp of the power of the Shooting Dragon Crossbow. In addition, in the history of the giant ship world yesterday, this thing did not work. He didn't dare to rely on this thing because of its effect.

Orhan was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "It's enough to have a chance. Besides, Your Majesty, I am also a bloodline of the Ottoman royal family. Maybe the red lightning will let me go for my father's sake?"

The situation was urgent and there was no room for Lothar to hesitate.

He immediately said: "Viviana!"

"exist."

The Candle Knight, holding the knight's sword tightly in his hand, stood up without hesitation.

"Keep Orhan as safe as possible."

"yes."

She lifted up her skirt and bent her knees slightly. As the candlestick on the table was extinguished, her figure completely blended into the shadows.

Orhan showed a look of amazement and said immediately: "Your Majesty, I'm going."

"Um."

When the clawed dragon was galloping on the city wall, as if walking on flat ground, the red lightning in the sky also immediately spotted the prey that could barely catch the eye. After feeling the breath of the knight on its back, its face couldn't help but A hint of strange color was revealed.

"My friend, your descendants are just like you, playing the game of bloodshed again."

It immediately accelerated its speed and swooped down towards the city.

"Quick, quick!"

Orhan couldn't help but urge the clawed dragon to speed up, leaping over obstacles everywhere. The clawed dragon's speed had reached its extreme, but the terrifying pressure coming from behind was still getting closer and closer to him.

A trace of fear passed through the clawed dragon's heart, and Orhan could only do his best to comfort it.

If it hadn't been gifted by a drop of His Majesty's blood, a low-level dragon like it wouldn't even have the courage to stand upright when faced with a high-level dragon like Red Lightning.

boom--

With a loud noise, the huge red-scaled dragon landed steadily in front of him. Its huge and thick body was like an insurmountable chasm, which was daunting.

"Mr. Red Lightning!"

Orhan immediately shouted out its name: "You must have not forgotten me. I am the son of Mahamu I. I once sat on your body when I was a child. It is a pity that you did not recognize me."

There was a hint of surprise on the huge red lightning dragon's face.

The reign of King Mahamu I was only a short sleep away from now, but for most human beings in this era, this mere thirty years represents most of a lifetime.

"It's you. I didn't expect you to be so old."

Orhan was overjoyed and was planning to persuade Red Lightning to "rectify the chaos" and follow "orthodoxy".

"pity."

It said, stretched out its forelimbs and popped out a row of claws like sharp blades.

"You failed to sit on the throne, and the person I fulfilled my contract with was the King of Osman."

The bloodline of the Ottoman royal family that it killed with its own hands was not just one or two. For example, Mahamu I's brother Suleiman and his concubines and heirs were buried under his dragon flames.