Chapter 673 Red Lightning

The siege of Constantinople temporarily entered a state of confrontation. Except for the Ottoman artillery positions, there were sounds and smoke from time to time every day.

In the Ottoman camp surrounded by Janissaries, Mahamu II was receiving a wizard who came from Asia Minor and was said to be highly respected among the Turkmen tribe of the Black Sheep Dynasty.

This wizard looked like he was about to step half of his foot into the coffin board. He exuded a strong smell of decay. Mahamu II subconsciously frowned and covered his nose with his hand: "You are the curse that made the Black Sheep Tribe famous. Magician, Iskandar?”

The wizard raised his head and looked over with only the whites of his eyes, which made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"Yes, that's my name in Tessie."

Mahamu II suppressed the discomfort in his heart and said impatiently: "Can you curse the emperor who killed the Greeks?"

"Of course, my lord."

A weird smile appeared on the corner of the wizard's mouth, and his voice was as hoarse as a poisonous snake: "To curse and kill a monarch requires paying an extremely heavy price. Your Majesty, what price are you willing to pay for this Greek emperor?"

"Oh, don't think that I am as easy to deceive as those tribal chiefs. There are less than 100,000 people under the Greek emperor's rule. He has no title, but he is just a small lord. Your Excellency Iskandar, you are too greedy. It won't end well."

Mahamu II's eyes flashed with a golden light. Although he was a secular monarch, he had a deep understanding of the supernatural world since he was a child. Otherwise, he would not have thought of using curses to deal with the Greek emperor.

When the lie was exposed, the wizard was not embarrassed. He just smiled and said: "I need a hair from the Greek emperor."

Immediately a waiter handed over a tray.

Before Constantine XI took the throne, he personally led an army to conquer Moreli. It was not difficult to get in touch with him. Even after he succeeded to the throne, his palace was not impregnable and difficult to penetrate.

Ottoman had penetrated Constantinople for a long time, so getting a hair was not a problem.

If he had known that Constantine XI was so difficult to deal with, he would never have survived to succeed to the throne.

The conjurer took the hair, but did not see any movement. The hair suddenly turned into a burst of black smoke. At this moment, in the black smoke, there seemed to be countless evil spirits roaring. In the tent, except Mahamu II, almost everyone changed their color and were horrified by this scene and could not speak.

The black smoke expanded rapidly, rushed out of the camp, and flew towards Constantinople as if it was alive.

The old wizard was obviously very satisfied with the reaction of everyone in the tent, and activated the spell with a proud face.

But suddenly.

The old wizard's body began to convulse like an epileptic seizure.

Foam escaped from the corners of his mouth.

He couldn't help but tremble, and his teeth chattered together.

Seeing this vision, Mahamu II thought it was a ritual performed by a spell caster. After all, these spell casters from the East had all kinds of strange sources of power and forms of expression.

But he never thought that after a while, the old wizard stopped shaking, and the foam coming out of his mouth turned into black blood.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and there were two tiny black spots in the pale whiteness.

In disbelief, he said vaguely in a language that seemed to be Tatar: "The Dragon Qi of the Emperor, how is this possible? Taixi people also have the Dragon Qi of the Emperor?"

Immediately, he fell to the ground with a thud.

The eunuch next to Mahamu II had the courage to step forward and touch him, and said with a horrified look on his face: "Your Majesty, is he out of breath?"

Mahamu II looked at this funny scene with an extremely gloomy face. He never thought that in his opinion, the cricket that couldn't jump out of the clay pot was just a cricket that couldn't jump out of the pot. The clown, who was trying to defeat his opponent but could never escape from his cage, actually became his biggest enemy.

It seems that no matter what you do, you will hit a wall in front of this opponent.

"Throw this vain old thing into the sea!"

He snorted coldly, stood up and walked away.

…

Three days later.

port.

A huge ship, dozens of meters long, was slowly docking, escorted by more than a dozen galley warships.

What is striking is that on the deck of the ship, there is a huge steel cage, which contains a sleeping four-legged dragon with red scales, and several spellcasters are taking turns. The earth casts a hypnotic spell on it.

Along the way, people who saw this ferocious beast made shouts of horror.

Although almost all those in the Osmanoglu royal family who could threaten Mahamu II's status are dead, their dragons are still there. After all, giant dragons are the most famous immortal species in the world. They have a long lifespan and can survive the death of a dragon. It has been commonplace for more than ten generations.

But after the death of the ancestors, their dragons cannot be tamed by any successor. Only those like him who inherited the three magic dragons left by Murad II are in the minority.

These giant dragons who have lost their masters are unruly and live in the vast dragon gardens built by successive Ottoman monarchs. In Asia Minor, there are rumors of evil dragons flying out of the dragon gardens and preying on living people from time to time.

Of course, to Mahamu II, eating a handful of living people was not a big deal, but occasionally taking away a few livestock was even less worth mentioning.

But the problem is that if you want these dragons to behave themselves, you must send a lot of food to the Dragon Garden, and it must be fresh meat, otherwise these brutal beasts will definitely fly out of the Dragon Garden to cause trouble.

In the eyes of Mahamu II, these dragons that cannot be used by him are undoubtedly a group of waste that consumes a lot of materials for feeding and cannot get output.

The reason why these wastes were not used before was nothing more than that Mahamu II was still thinking that maybe his descendants in the future would be recognized by the dragons in the Dragon Garden. In addition, these dragons were the comrades of the previous monarchs after all, so he kept these big eaters.

But now he has encountered a problem. It is better to consume this foundation that will not be used in the future.

As for Osman's predecessors, Mahamu II obviously did not have much fear.

It's just that these big guys are not tamed, and the dragons are highly resistant to drugs. If you want to transport them to the battlefield, you must have multiple spellcasters to work together, and it will take a long time, otherwise it should have arrived long ago.

"Your Majesty, the red lightning of the previous king has arrived!"

An attendant reported.

The previous king mentioned here is not Murad II, the father of Mahamu II, but his grandfather, the son of Lightning Bayezid, who ended the Great Interregnum, and is called "the Victor" Mahamu I.

The red lightning is the giant dragon he left behind. It is old and powerful. It is a high-level dragon among the dragons in the Dragon Garden, second only to his three-headed dragon.

"I know."

He looked stern, got up and hurried out of the tent. When he was young, he followed his father and brothers to the Dragon Garden. Unfortunately, he did not get the recognition of any giant dragon left by his ancestors at that time.

He particularly remembered that when he saw those huge creatures in the Dragon Garden, his favorite one was the red lightning with beautiful red scales and four unique giant feet.

At this moment, the three-headed dragon, which always looked lazy and listless, suddenly raised its head and looked into the distance vigilantly.

"Don't worry, that guy is barely one of us."

Mahamu II sent a message across the air to comfort his partner. Although the dragons in the Dragon Garden were difficult to communicate with, they still recognized the blood of the Ottoman royal family. Even if they did not recognize him, they would not attack him.

According to the contract signed between the Ottoman royal family and the dragon partner, he felt that if he let it go free, he should be able to persuade this red lightning to join the battle.

If it gets out of control, the three-headed dragon can completely suppress it.