Chapter 110 Vlad Becomes a Proton

"Today, I think everyone knows that I just got a fierce general!"

Mohammed stood in the lobby. Below, a group of warriors in armor looked excited and listened attentively.

"Many people know his legend. In the 108 battles, every enemy was a shrewd warrior selected from the most prestigious arena in Turkey. There were giants two meters tall like beasts, assassins with great fighting skills, and even the bravest warriors in Turkey. But none of these elite generals could match him! A match!"

Vlad, who was at the front of the generals, looked solemnly at Mohammed, who was excited, roaring loudly, and telling about Lin Jue's achievements.

These were his last few years as a hostage. Even those who participated in many large-scale battles had watched the fight of that person under the leadership of Mohammed.

Extremely powerful, with exquisite sword skills different from theirs, unparalleled reaction speed and mysterious upper limit of strength, and finally that look of contempt for everything, even he who has become famous on the battlefield and bears the name of the Impaler also feels a strong oppression!

As Muhammad's speech above ended, everyone in the hall looked at the door above that slowly opened.

A handsome face wearing heavy knight armor, with a brisk pace and a hint of smile on his face, appeared in the eyes of all the warriors, and everyone held their breath. That not-so-tall figure brought them unprecedented pressure, and that iconic smile even became a nightmare in their dreams.

None of the soldiers who watched Lin Jue fight could suppress their crazy beating hearts.

Muhammad went up and gave Lin Jue a big hug.

"Welcome Lin!"

Under the roar that seemed to tear the heart apart, the whole hall was filled with the cheers of the knights and soldiers.

Lin Jue smiled as he endured the hot, fearful, or horrified gazes from the crowd.

His eyes paused slightly on the only man in the crowd who stood still and did not move.

With a firm face, long black hair tied casually behind his back, silver-gray armor wrapped around his burly body, and a firm look staring at him... it was Vlad the Impaler.

I didn't expect to meet you here, the Impaler, who is very famous in Europe and makes the enemy terrified, Lin Jue said secretly in his heart.

Under Muhammad's solemn expression, Lin Jue was taken to a hall full of food, flowers, and fine wine, in which girls wearing thin gauze or no clothes walked one by one.

Drinking and eating meat, Lin Jue relieved the boring days in the arena during this period.

If the war-torn Turkey in the Middle European century worshipped what it most, it was the legendary personal force.

In front of him was the famous Vlad the Impaler, and in the back was Lin Jue, who was invincible in the arena. Both of them were the protagonists of this banquet.

"Lin? I'm curious about how you have that invincible fighting skill? Why have I never heard of it before?"

Mohammed gently put away the naked girl in his hand, and looked at Lin Jue who was gnawing on the leg of lamb with a slightly deep look in his eyes.

His words also attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers. Most of them had watched one or even multiple fights of Lin Jue. All of them admired the superb sword skills, which were different from their highly skilled sword skills.

"Haha, a group of guys who only know how to use brute force, it's not that difficult to defeat them!"

Lin Jue stared at the filled wine glass and drank it all.

"Okay! If I give you an army... can you train them to be as strong as you are?"

Vlad stared at Lin Jue, who seemed to be a little drunk. The atmosphere in the whole hall suddenly froze. Vlad, who was at the head of the other side, looked down at the dinner on his table.

"Ha! Of course, maybe even stronger than I showed!"

Lin Jue raised his glass and toasted Muhammad from a distance, smiling at the corner of his mouth, and said in a flat tone.

"Haha... OK!"

...

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Vlad's long sword slashed through the throats of one enemy after another. As a general, he led the way and rushed into the enemy's camp first. Behind him, the Sultan's army swarmed in.

He had gone through countless battles, and his fighting skills on the battlefield were so good that he could kill all his enemies with one blow and pierce their bodies into the ground. However, at this moment, his mind involuntarily turned to another place in his own camp that was full of momentum.

His eyes seemed to be observing the man who was killing people in the crowd. The slender sword in his hand was different from their swords. The sword flashed, and all the enemies in front of him were like wheat straw, scattered and falling like wind.

Before the battle lasted long, the figure who had penetrated into the middle of the enemy army had already made the enemy generals look horrified and shouted to retreat. The Turkish soldiers who followed the figure shouted loudly, and the momentum was greatly boosted.

Fighting the entire army alone...

Looking at the figure that broke into the enemy's camp, Vlad was also shocked.

Puff!

With a fierce spear, he pierced the throat of an enemy soldier in front of him and directly stuck him on the ground. Looking at the defeated enemy, Vlad's eyes were deep... This will be his last battle.

Slowly turning his head, the ground behind him was actually standing with one after another enemy corpses pierced by spears. They were all enemies he killed one by one.

However, he, who should have returned the honor, only received a small amount of cheers at this moment, and most people's attention was focused on the man standing in the pile of corpses on the other side.

Boom... Boom...

The warhorse with armor attached pulled the carriage and galloped over.

Muhammad slowly drew out the long sword from his waist and threw it directly at Lin Jue's figure.

Easily and accurately taking it from above, Lin Jue slowly pointed the King's Sword, which symbolizes honor, to the sky.

In an instant, shouts echoed all around. At this moment, all the soldiers on the battlefield were enthusiastic, as if they had seen the birth of a new king of war.

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Vlad walked briskly into Muhammad's palace. At this moment, he felt more relaxed than ever before. Because of Lin Jue's arrival, the young Sultan, who had just won a great victory, decided to let him go early!

A figure slowly passed by him.

"Vlad, good luck!"

The slightly plain words rang in his ears. Vlad's expression was slightly shocked. He looked at the man with a mysterious smile on his face in astonishment. He nodded solemnly. Lin Jue also contributed to his early return home this time. After several large-scale battles, the two became familiar with each other.

After learning that Vlad was eager to return home, Lin Jue, who was famous in Central Europe, directly proposed to Muhammad that Vlad return home with honor.

The young Sultan, who had just won a great victory, was officially crowned by the Turkish king. He was so happy that he directly agreed to the request of the man he praised as the strongest man in history.

This was a very fortunate thing in Vlad's eyes... It would have taken about two to three years, but Lin Jue shortened it significantly.

And Lin Jue thought so too.

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