My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 312: The Death of Dracula (VII)

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Raymond's mind is just a mysterious judgment.

Although it is likely to be achieved, the three Macedonian Square Arrays levelled the whole of Egypt and Persia with 30,000 men, but the lack of cavalry in Macedonia is well known.

Aren't the fewer things the more treasure they can be?

So he's carrying all the cavalry this time.

He had a 60% chance of being certain that he would play a role only after breaking the city, and rapid progress by the 10,000 Macedonian cavalry was not enough.

Even if the Persian cavalry were to be thrown out as a reconnaissance mount, it would definitely be much better than being used to attack the city.

And the battle of the strong is the battle of the dead!

Raymond thought in his heart, but the big money got mixed up.

Huge chunks with unspeakable oppression make everyone stand up, Alexander the Great!

Everyone stood up and paid tribute to this great emperor with the etiquette of their nation and country.

There was an exotic atmosphere, almost every country had different histories and cultures, every move and every outfit, every sentence different.

This is all a rally, but why did Alexander bring these untamed generals together and make them feel respected from the heart?

Raymond, who was just following everyone's subconscious ritual, looked up and gauged Alexander.

This is a man with a very bad attitude.

Raymond had the same first impression as everyone else.

The man with the thick root hair and the typical western strong man's eyebrows and nose all with a feeling of thickness and grandeur, messy brown red hair with a flourishing life force from the scalp to all directions, accompanied by his blushing red beard like steel, he looks like a fiery red lion.

Because he looked too messy with his hair and beard, he looked very uncontrollable.

But even that flaming red cape couldn't stop his flourishing muscles and rock-like arms.

His arms are thicker than the average man's, his arms are as much as his elbows, and his arms are even thicker than others' thighs!!

And his wrist is made of fur on the wrist of a brown bear, which is stuffed with velvet, soft and warm, said to be a giant bear he beat himself to death, empty-handed!

And the fleece on his body was made of thousands of foxes' skins, a distinctive fiery red fur fox that had been so conspicuously killed in the snow that it could not be found, and this cape, with a thousand foxes' back furs in square form, was enough to prove his character.

Love is the pleasure of love, killing is the pleasure of killing, and enjoying is the pain of pleasure, which is Alexander.

This person is definitely not a person who adheres to the rules and corrupts his/her opinions, but a person who can take advice from others with pleasure and triumph over the brightness.

He came to the crowd and started speaking foreign languages, Egyptian, Polo, Persian, and he seemed to be fluent in everything.

This is a very linguistically gifted and charming person.

He seemed to be able to call everyone out and say a few words.

When Alexander looked at himself, Raymond found himself suddenly and inexplicably nervous.

Well, it's the kind of mood, nervousness that you feel when you first go to school with your teacher.

“You're Raymond, right?” His Persian language was not slightly slutty, and he was told that he had married two Persian princesses as princesses, not sure if it was true. Raymond is confused and listens to Alexander's question: "Eriksson_Vikatira_Raymond?! ”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Raymond bowed slightly. He didn't want to show his nervous expression in front of Alexander. I don't know why, he probably didn't want him to look down on himself.

“Ha ha, what a sturdy boy!” Alexander Haha laughed and slapped Raymond on the shoulder.

It's really easy to look at his face!

But only Raymond knows his half of his body is numb!!

It's the kind of numbness that can't move at all. All hands and feet are slow! It's just a slap!

Raymond looked at the other people's faces and knew they'd been shot like this, but these king-assholes didn't even remind him! Just look at his jokes!!

Raymond bites his teeth to reveal a smile worse than crying: "Yes, Your Majesty. ”

“Ha ha, maybe we'd be in a lot of trouble if we had you in town then.” Alexander Haha laughed and said, not knowing why he listened to his self-confident, self-exaggerating tone, Raymond instead created a feeling of flattery.

Yes, if I were in town, the Emperor's army might still break through the castle eventually, but it would never be that easy! His casualties will be even worse!

Raymond got his chest up and his arrogance was inspired by Alexander, but somehow he became more fond of him. Faced with such a monarch who gave you face, it was really easy for him to be touched!

Alexander bypassed him and began to greet and chat with others individually.

Then he stood in the highest position, and the center point looked at everyone with a serious eye, and with his huge two meters of body, accompanied by the disenfranchised lion-like issuance, all quiet at once.

“This time everyone understands my resolve, and there is only one thing I ask of you.” Alexander's eyes and tone became more serious, with a killer taste: “Never retreat until the last person! ”

“I'm going into Dracula City, Tuco! ”

“The Egyptians started the headlines, never to die, never to change!” He shouted, “Death to a soldier, I want you to rush up to ten! ”

“Ten dead, a hundred to go! ”

“A hundred are dead! All of you!!” Alexander's roar echoes in the tent: “Or that phrase, never to die until the last man, never to retreat! ”

“Retreat, kill without forgiveness!” His killing rages in this tent, his body bursts with endless power, and more than fifty powerful generals here dare not say a word to the atmosphere: "Kill me! The first army to rush into the city, take the trophy to the third floor, upgrade the officer to the third level, upgrade the soldier to the fifth level, enter the Macedonian citizenship! ”

When you hear this, everybody's got a fanatical eye, and they're really coming all the way out here to die, to fight for Macedonia?

No, it's not about that “citizenship" after all! (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.)