Chapter 675 Dragon Arrives

Lothar and Viviana looked at each other, and both saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

This voice obviously came from a powerful high-level dragon. A low-level creature like the Sharp Claw Dragon could not make such a soul-stirring dragon roar.

And it was obviously not from their old opponent, the three-headed dragon.

"Let Orhan of Schönbrunn Gate meet me at the command post of the middle section of the city wall."

Lothar gave the order and rushed to the stables. Augusta Square was at the easternmost end of Constantinople. He had to get to the westernmost Theodosian Wall in the shortest time.

"Wait, I'll take you there."

Immediately, a somewhat warm hand grasped Lothar's hand.

Immediately afterwards.

A white spiritual candle lit up, as if it had taken away all the light around, and his and Viviana's figures were completely swallowed up by darkness.

A moment later.

When Lothar opened his eyes again, his feet were empty.

Behind him, a golden candlestick swaying in the wind shone brightly.

He landed steadily on the ground and looked at Viviana in surprise.

Space magic is not an ability that can be mastered easily. Even a spellcaster as strong as Anna, who is half a step away from the legendary perfection and owns the entire Constantinople Library, has not been able to enter the door of space magic.

To put it bluntly, a magic warrior is a warrior who fights with the help of magic. At the level of magic, they are all half-baked. If you really have that talent, why don’t you become a master wizard?

"What an amazing power."

The Candle Knight lifted the hem of his skirt and bent his knees slightly: "Your compliment makes me embarrassed."

It's embarrassing, but it's just a courtesy.

In terms of talent, she has heard enough compliments.

Lothar walked out of the tower and looked at the two huge monsters confronting each other in the camp in the distance. He sneered: "It seems that our Majesty Mahamu II has brought a new dragon, but I don’t know if it will shoot himself in the foot."

He also knew something about the so-called dragon-taming bloodline of the Osmanoglu family.

After all, there was Orhan, a direct descendant of the Ottoman family, by his side. It was impossible for Lothar not to learn about Mahamu II, his biggest enemy so far, through him.

Lothar did not have too many worries in his heart. If the dragon-shooting crossbow was not available, Mahamu II would not risk going to war, and even if he turned into a real dragon, he would not be able to break into the Ottoman camp and kill Mahamu II by himself.

It was hard to say whether the arrival of a new dragon was a good thing or a bad thing.

In comparison, the Candle Knight was obviously not as optimistic as the emperor: "Captain, if the enemy's two dragons attack together, can you stop one with the dragon-shooting crossbow?"

The two dragons had a strong aura, and it was difficult for him to deal with any of them. I don't know what trump cards this mysterious captain had.

"Of course it's no problem."

The emperor's tone was full of confidence. He calmly commanded the soldiers to return to their positions and deploy defenses. Seeing his calmness, the people who were originally a little panicked quickly got rid of their nervous emotions.

At this time, in Osman's camp.

The angry copper-horned red dragon was staring at the tiny human in front of it, even ignoring the huge shadow with its head raised high, which was hundreds of meters high.

"Descendants of Mahamu I, you deceived me."

The copper horns of Red Lightning changed from the original brass color to red, and a flame with a sulfur smell came out of its mouth and nose, which meant that it was about to enter an attack posture, and even the body of the three-headed dragon was tense.

Although the copper-horned red dragon was weaker than the alien dragon like it, it was difficult for it to deal with this kind of four-legged dragon that was very good at hand-to-hand combat at such a short distance.

Mahamu II suppressed the fear in his heart, pushed away the guards who were guarding him, and stood in front of the dragon: "Please calm down, Red Lightning, here is a blood meal specially prepared for you, please enjoy it."

The copper-horned red dragon's eyes swept over the cattle and sheep that trembled under its dragon power, and its anger was slightly restrained.

"Do you think that a few bloody meals can make me forgive your betrayal?"

Mahamu II sneered in his heart. If it weren't for the classics left by his ancestors, which clearly recorded the greedy nature of this copper-horned fire dragon, how could he take such a big risk to deceive it.

"Mr. Red Dragon, do you still remember me? I once went to see you with my father Murad II."

"Descendant of Mahamu I, you once tried to get my approval, but your unspeakable means have completely destroyed my trust in you. What's more, according to the agreement, you have already signed a contract with this hybrid species."

Red Lightning gradually recovered from his anger and looked at the three-headed dragon behind Mahamu II with a look of doubt.

Mahamu II pointed to Constantinople in the distance: "Red Dragon, as long as you promise to break through that city for me, I will cancel the contract you signed with our family in the name of the Osmanoglu family and give you freedom."

Freedom?

A trace of human sarcasm flashed across the red dragon's face.

To be honest, Red Lightning didn't feel that he was not free at all.

Anyway, he could enter and leave the Dragon Garden at will. When he was hungry, his "servants" would bring him delicious blood food. The rest of his kind in the Dragon Garden also respected him. Giving up such a beautiful life and returning to the barren and boring deep mountains and forests, or the desolate and lonely volcanoes to live, was simply a brain-damaged thing.

"I have never been shackled, so how can I be free?"

The copper-horned red dragon's cold eyes swept across Mahamu II, and finally stopped in front of him. This three-headed dragon was a whole circle larger than his own body. This kind of alien dragon, in the eyes of the red dragon, was naturally an ugly freak.

But the aura it revealed made the copper-horned red dragon feel a palpitation. Intuition told it that if a conflict really occurred, it would probably be defeated by this three-headed bastard.

Mahamu II did not expect that this legendary copper-horned red dragon, who was extremely arrogant and would rather die than surrender, had already become accustomed to human offerings. He was stunned for a long time before saying: "It doesn't matter, just ask for anything you want."

The copper-horned red dragon wanted to refuse with a sneer, but it seemed to suddenly think of something and fell into deep thought again.

After a moment,

It coughed lightly, and white mist came out of its nostrils: "Descendants of Mahamu I, a dragon bloodline as noble as mine should be inherited, but all the dragons in your dragon garden are low-level mixed-blooded inferiors, and no dragon is qualified to give birth to my legitimate offspring."

Mahamu II felt his eyes go dark, and said in disbelief: "So, you want me to find a wife for you?"

He thought that a greedy and gluttonous dragon would ask for a large amount of jewelry, gold, silver, and meat, but he never thought that this guy actually wanted to find a mate, that is, he had to catch a high-level dragon for it, and it had to be a female.

He subconsciously swept his eyes to his companions behind him.

Before he said anything, the copper-horned red dragon snorted softly. The strength and bloodline of these three demon dragons were qualified, but they were too ugly.

Mahamu II also knew that this was a bad idea. He patted his partner's scales in a calm manner and said seriously: "It doesn't matter. I agree to your request. As long as you take this human city for me, I will find a qualified spouse for you."

This deal is not a loss. The dragon sons born in the future can also be used for contracts with their descendants.

Previously, the rulers of the Ottoman Empire had thought about cultivating dragon partners from an early age. In this way, there would not be only a few people in each generation of royal children who could be recognized by the dragons.

However, due to the long return cycle, most of the young dragons in their twenties and thirties have very average combat power, so this plan was shelved. However, the young dragons born by the two high-level dragon species must be extraordinary in strength.

Moreover, whether he needs to fulfill this deal is still a matter. Constantinople, which makes him and the three-headed dragon feel uneasy, is not so easy to be captured.

"Then Mr. Red Dragon, when do you plan to fulfill the contract?"

Red Lightning snorted: "No hurry, let me enjoy these blood food first."