People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 659 Temporary Peace

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

This man was burly and strong, riding a ferocious beast that looked like a giant lizard and was covered with heavy scales. He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with Orhan, the Ottoman prince. As soon as he approached, he thrust out the spear in his hand fiercely.

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

The newcomer has strong combat power. According to Lothar's analysis, he is at least a wolf centurion-level figure. If it were the former Orhan, he would definitely not be his opponent.

But now Orhan is in tune with the clawed dragon under his crotch, and has become a dragon-blooded relative. His fighting power has increased tenfold compared to before. He quickly regained the initiative in the battle and, relying on the height advantage of the clawed dragon, launched a counterattack from a high position.

The confrontation between the two was so exciting that people were dazzled.

The more Zahir Pasha fought, the more frustrated he felt. His armored war lizard was also a powerful beast with thick scales and a ferocious temperament. Its diet even included some low-level dragons. But compared with the prince's claw dragon, it was like a fool with only brute force. It was suppressed by the claw dragon and not only could it not provide him with any support, but it also held back in the confrontation between the two sides.

Orhan wielded a specially made heavy dragon spear, a giant weapon that was three meters long, and he used it with ease.

Moreover, as time went by, he felt more and more comfortable with the fight. The dragon blood in his body was truly stimulated at this time. The sharp-clawed dragon under his crotch moved according to his will, forming a seamless whole.

As he fired a shot, Zahir Pasha hurriedly dodged sideways, but the clawed dragon leaped up at the critical moment, and when Zahir was left with an open goal, its claws as sharp as a knife directly cut open his chest armor.

The two feet, which also had sharp claws, stepped on the head of the armored monitor lizard and pierced its eyes, causing the beast to go into a state of frenzy. It didn't even care about the master on its back and rushed forward to fight to the death.

But the armored monitor lizard, which had lost its mind and was already at a disadvantage, and had lost cooperation with its master, was no match for Orhan.

Zahir Pasha, who had managed to save his life with the help of his sturdy enchanted armor, managed to hold out for a few more rounds, but was then pierced through the chest by a shot from Orhan and flew into the sky. The armored lizard also did not live long as he stabbed a hole through the head through the eye.

Orhan, who once again put Zahir on the gun, felt full of energy. The anger and repression accumulated over decades were all vented out at this moment with his roar.

The clawed dragon under his crotch was in tune with his thoughts. It was originally gnawing on the internal organs of the armored monitor lizard, but it also raised its head and let out a sharp roar.

"It seems that Orhan has not done nothing over the years."

Lothar was very pleased, as if he saw a prince who was exiled to a foreign country, wandering around, carrying a heavy hatred, sweating in his spare time, practicing the dragon spear technique which would be useless if he could not tame the dragon.

There is little record of Orhan in history books, but Lothar saw the talent he displayed.

Two consecutive big victories also proved that Losa was right about him.

After this battle, Orhan will be able to secure his position as the defender of the southern city wall, and no one will question his identity anymore. As for the enemy, Orhan's name will return to the Ottomans' sight. When Mahamu II was alive, these might not be a big deal.

But what if Mahamud II is gone?
Losa turned around, looked at the jubilant defenders, and said with a smile: "Miss Viviana, if Mahamu II sends more people up next time, I'm afraid Orhan will not be able to deal with them. At that time, I will have to ask you to take action."

The female knight wearing a fallow deer hood bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, Captain."

In the clouds, Mahamu II showed a hint of displeasure on his face. He had overestimated Orhan's fighting ability, but he did not expect that this loser had a powerful dragon blood power in his body from nowhere. With his current blood strength, he was probably not inferior to some medium-sized dragons.

This ruined country has been able to last for a thousand years, it really does have some heritage.

"Send Ismael to fight!"

The order was quickly passed down, and another cavalry general rushed out of the enemy camp. He was wearing a wide robe with large sleeves and no armor, but a strong spiritual glow surrounded his body. He was obviously a very powerful extraordinary person.

"Finally, we've hit the hard stubble."

Losa's expression froze.

The extraordinary people in yesterday's world of giant ships are mainly distributed among the church forces in this era.

The Ottoman brotherhood and the Sufi monks were both quite difficult opponents in the memory that Constantine XI left to Losa.

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

"I'll go."

Viviana looked relaxed and her movements were graceful, like a noble lady attending a banquet in the palace, slowly walking onto the dance floor, and floating down from the more than ten-meter-high city wall.

"Go back to the city, Mr. Orhan."

she shouted.

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

The enemy seemed to feel the threat as well. He raised his staff, chanted spells, and brewed a powerful spell.

But in just a moment of distraction, the enemy discovered that the place where Viviana was originally located was empty. Although he did not feel any fluctuations in space, Viviana seemed to have flashed and appeared directly in front of him.

call--

With a gentle movement, she blew out the candle.

The slightly flickering flame at the top of the candle suddenly expanded into a terrifying fire dragon, broke free from the candle and swept towards the local spellcaster.

The man had never expected to be attacked like this, and hurriedly cast a spell to block it, but was engulfed by the flames in the blink of an eye.

The greatest feature of the magic swordsman is his ability to surprise the enemy and cast spells instantly, which is undoubtedly revealed.

The defenders cheered loudly.

"God save Rome, God save the Emperor."

In Constantinople, the power of faith was still strong, but it was fundamentally different from what Losa had seen in the Holy Land.

The fall of Jerusalem, the Avignon captivity, the Crusaders turning their swords against their Christian brothers, the Black Death indiscriminately slaughtering clergy, the Hussite uprising in Bohemia...

All in all, the shackles of theocracy have suffered unprecedented damage in this world.

At the Pope's command, countless devout believers took up arms, sold their property, and rushed to foreign countries. The days of launching a holy war are gone forever.

But this cooled enthusiasm seemed to be revived after Viviana easily dealt with one of their generals. Both the Latins and the Greeks cheered at this moment.

“God has not abandoned us!”

People cheered and rejoiced. As long as God was still on their side, they were confident that they could defeat the enemy, even if the number of enemies was several times greater than the men and women in the city combined.

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

Mahamu II, who was above the clouds, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

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

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

The moment that huge black body emerged from the clouds, shouts of fear were heard not only from the Greeks defending the city, but even in the Ottoman camp.

"Look, it's the dragon!"

"The dragon of the Osman king!"

Among the enemy troops under the city, there were quite a few Orthodox Christians. They had seen with their own eyes the evil dragon flying over their heads, spewing out world-destroying dragon fire and burning their troops and homes.

The Serbs, Bulgarians, and Greeks, these nations that once dominated the Balkan Peninsula, have the fear of the man riding a dragon engraved in their bones.

People who had been secretly delighted at the death of Murad II, or even secretly planning rebellion, realized in despair that even if Murad died, his son would still inherit his terrifying dragon, and anyone who resisted would have to be careful of the possibility of its dragon fire falling from the sky and burning everything.

Lothar smiled bitterly as he looked at the three-headed dragon, whose appearance alone had caused the defenders' morale to plummet.

If it were the original Constantine XI, how desperate would he be feeling now?
But to his surprise, the young Mahamu II was very patient and did not rush forward, but went straight back to the camp.

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