My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 306: The Death of Dracula (I)

PS: You know what I've been up to for the last half month? I went to collect the materials needed to prepare for the end. You know why the end didn't come? Because I set up a big battle to move the meteorite away ~

PS1: If I say there are tens of thousands of words in the group that I've been in for the past half a month, do you believe that?

PS2: Not much to say, last two days of the month, rare time, hard work words...

PS3: In other words, I can't even look at the collection...

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March.

Capital of Macedonia.

The Spring Festival is a very important festival for Greeks, Macedonians, Romans and even the West as a whole, where countries slaughter different animals and sacrifice different grains to pray for the Lord of the Harvest Goddess according to custom, and then this year has been a beautiful rainy day, Cathay Min An, rich people - or is it simply a prayer for a rainy war?

But this year's Spring Festival in Macedonia looks extraordinarily different.

As King of Ten Thousand, the King of Macedonia, who has conquered hundreds of countries, personally took part this year.

The martial arts, something that the Romans were proud of, did not stop the piracy in Macedonia, and everyone loved the martial arts, something that was still on the black market more than 2,000 years later today —— there was demand, there was no courtesy, there was no good or evil to wipe it out.

In the arena, the King of Ten Thousand King's enemies of the King of Macedonia are two cows, two upright, one meter and five, even taller than the average young man!

Bull!

Their horns, bent to the outside, glittered, their strong backs, their greasy furs, and their big four cow legs, synonymous with “power."

Too bad their enemies are stronger than them!

The huge body of two meters and five, muscularly sprayed like a hard rock, Alexander in a crotch cloth wore grass shoes and crotch cloth, with his sword in his hand, facing two bulls.

Even two bulls faced him with a huge giant like him for a moment dared not move.

The power of the pressure mountain is so powerful!

His strength scared not only the two bulls, but also made the whole battlefield tsunami, so powerful, so powerful, so wise His Majesty is absolutely their lucky, now Macedonia is the moment for the whole people to chase the stars, and that star, is their king, the king of Macedonia, the king of ten thousand kings, Alexander!!

Alexander is not a good temper man, since two bulls can't make it, he's gone!!

“Roar!!” Huge screams gushed out of his thick throat, tens of thousands of people's cheers were pressed down by this loud roar, even two bulls were scared by the loud roar of the pressure mountain to beat a swing, and saw Alexander's big step cross towards himself.

The two bulls and Alexander are in fact the same north and south. In addition to Alexander facing the two bulls at the same time in the middle, the two bulls are actually in a straight line, so Alexander's assault is also directly against a bull.

“!!!” The bull roars, his eyes turn red, the bull is grumpy, powerful, the impact can even reach two tons, ordinary armored cars can even be bumped into by him, which is why bullfighters in modern sports are the most dangerous professions - a bad technology is plugged into a sad lifetime ending, plugged and grieved in various ways.

But there were two bulls on the field, and when one enemy had moved, the other simply had to rush past.

Alexander Haha laughed, and Hao Mai laughed endlessly, and then saw him pointing the sword directly at the cow he was healing with, like a meteor flashing a cold sword into the bull's back.

The bull was controlled by tremendous shock and power, and despite his weakness, his hooves rolled softly three times before stopping at the foot of the pressure mountain.

Bulls' hearts are very hard to stab out of the back of their necks under the cervical vertebrae, and West White Tooth Bullfighters need two horseback spears, two fighters, and a bullfighter, but even then, many times, they still can't kill a strong bull, and instead, countless bulls are picked to death each year.

Clean projectiles like Alexander's can't kill a bull in modern times!

Alexander laughed twice, lowered his head and grabbed the bull that rolled to his feet, then grabbed its two horns.

Sigh and exhale, and drink loudly.

A thunder shocked a lot of people in the flat, and one shuddered, and Alexander lifted the bull up with two long horns of the dead bull, just like a giant.

He drank a loud drink and shook the bull with two horns.

He was rapidly being beaten by a bull thrown beside him from the other bull. Both bulls rolled together, and the unprecedented momentum was completely gone.

The undead bull was rolling and turned dizzy, dumping his head and wanting to stand up, but realizing how he couldn't stand up.

Tens of thousands of people in the gallery quietly, only saw Alexander riding on the bull's neck, huge hands dead pressing the bull's head, the bull's hooves were pressed several times on the ground to try to lift himself up, but Alexander never gave him this chance, only saw him pressing the bull's left hand bluish muscle burst like a rock, like a pine push, suddenly the bull's head deepened into the sandstone dirt.

The other hand has been pulled out at will and the short sword stuck in the heart of the other bull has been raised high.

“May the gods in heaven bless Macedonia!!” His big drink sounds all over the sky, it's not a request and a lawsuit, it's like an order, it's like a big drink, he's notifying, ordering, threatening the gods in the sky, Macedonia will definitely wind and rain this year!!

Pfft!

Only a short sword was heard entering the flesh, his neck was cut off, and then the trachea was cut off, and the bull stopped moving half the time.

“Long live Macedonia!!!” Alexander raised his cowhead and drank aloud, regardless of his bloody appearance.

“Wu La!!!” The cheers of tens of thousands of people echo through the sky.

Then the sacrificial men came up, cut open the belly of the cow, took out the heart of the cow, and the two hearts were arranged side by side. Below was the rice variety chosen for the sacrifice this year, and then poured a glass of wine on top that symbolizes a good harvest of peace.

This thing will be invited to the altar and buried the next morning.

Alexander walked out of the ring, and all the slaves in jail were looking at this man who could fight two bulls empty-handed. You may not like him, but you must not disrespect him!

A bull dares to deal with a hungry male lion. Two bulls are not even afraid of the wolves, but they are torn apart so alive!

This man is a true double-majesty, but he has a calm, wise and delicate brain. As king, this man is incomprehensible!

“Your Majesty, you are so reckless, it is synonymous with recklessness.” Despite all this, Cachetta gave Alexander a white silk with a smile on her face. How can this be considered a luxury as a king? Alexander's wealth, which controls Western trade as a whole, is by no means just as simple as it seems. Just as Camelot had his own economic sources and trade output, Macedonia had its own trading circle, because of its enormous land base, his previous prosperity was not only in Macedonia and Greece, starting from Egypt to the east, until Fort * * * * was his territory, although such a large map was previously Roman, but now they are Alexandria!

Alexander is a man who enjoys wine, beauty, luxury and war, he never abuses himself, he never abuses the military, he is generous to himself and to his men.

Kachanda blames him, but his face is also a countless glory. Which of the many countries in the world is as wise, powerful, and academically and militarily savvy as Alexander?

Not one!

Alexander is unique!

It's him too, Kachanda. Followed, the king of identity!

“Day three, prepare to defeat Dracula.” Alexander waved with a smile on his face and said out loud, as if his words were not a plan, but an established fact, and it was bound to happen.

“Yes!” Kachanda said with glory on his face.

To be honest, Alexander was close to success!

Last year, in the coldest of times, Macedonian soldiers did not retreat, but persisted in a 15-day siege.

Just as Dracula's castle was about to run out of food and consume all the food, Keiral seriously found him and warned him that the great cold stream was about to go south. If he did not want all Macedonian soldiers buried here, he would go back immediately and prepare his winter clothes and quilts to wait for the cold stream.

Immediately after Kerall came Aristotle, who had recently seen a great storm coming from the stars exactly the same as Kerall's admonition that Alexander would no longer dare force himself to withdraw at night in the face of his teacher's admonition.

Dracula was so bold, he even sent the last team, only 3,000 cavalry troops to chase Alexandria's army. Unfortunately, the storm arrived faster than expected. Although Alexandria withdrew from the nearest town at night, many people were lost in the storm, freezing to death was inevitable.

Dracula, who had also buried his last elite unit as a result of the storm, had finally begun to incline slowly and had lost the mobility of his cavalry forces, from active assault and harassment to passive defense, at the expense of his young madness.

But not taking down his castle doesn't mean that Alexander is going to let him go, and his ambition is to grind his knife and prepare Jojo for the spring of the next year.

After today's Spring Festival, he finally waited for the time to ripen.

Unfortunately, without a qualified audience like Kerall, Kerall must have been watching the battle a million miles away.

Alexander laughed: Let me put on the most gorgeous show for you and open a real beginning to this great age!! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)