My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 316: The Death of Dracula (XI)

PS: Five thousand words a day, I said I can keep it for a month. Can you believe that?

PS1: How dare you? Fuck you with my whole life!

PS2: Looks like there's still time, I'll write about the same person, do you want to see my wise man or rebel?

Dracula's castle is stronger than Le Mountain thought.

This is the culmination of the best craftsmen and the most sophisticated technologies of the Romans of this era, and in order to curb the increasingly ferocious Macedonians, Nero was not stingy enough to bring here a great deal of craftsmen, materials and supplies.

Nero actually just wanted Dracula as a nail, as a fortress, to nail the Macedonians here, and then a few legions came here to rotate around and hone the experience of war until she quenched all the reactivity and anxiety in the country before rallying all the strength and Macedonian showdown.

Well, in this case, maybe we can just wipe out the Camelo Island country that robbed her man?

Well, that's Nero's big strategy.

It's just that she sees talent but not Dracula's young maniacs, Dracula's light-hearted enemies and maniacs, and Renault's mix-up is a big game, there's nothing else to say.

It's an interpersonal meeting!

Alexander was not a sentimental person, but it was a pity for Nero that a bad example of a good game of chess had been taken by the pawns.

He owns his own intelligence organization and naturally knows what Nero thinks.

The starting point is good, but how can Nero, who is high, tell which one he can trust and which he can't?

Just like when Alexander first came to power, a dozen lords jumped directly to independence, and Nero did, but what made Nero's head worse than those that had been exposed to independence was the enormity of dozens of world nobles that had been rooted in Rome for centuries, and her little girl could really take care of them?

Alexander didn't care, he had only one goal from the beginning, to meet Kerall on the land of Rome and then to have a brilliant war!

This is a promise that two people made when they were younger.

There were no vows and no emphatic statements, but those words were used as a lifelong goal.

I have to say, that's why they're Injie. That's why they're Hodget!

Broad hearts and minds, ambitious aspirations and determination not to let go until the goal is reached!

The two of them looked forward to the last battle of the division. Despite the myriad difficulties in front of them, neither frown could wrinkle, because it was a heroic feast!

The banquet hall is above this continent between heaven and earth.

Those who do not qualify for the banquet will be eliminated one by one by the Great Age.

They are the brightest beings in the world who will eventually live to be the protagonists of the banquet.

Alexander thought there was some bloodbath going on here.

“Pass me the order, Norman, 20,000 men on me!” The Normans belong to a minority in this era, and the future famous Germans are nothing more than an ordinary minority nation in this era, and under Alexander's majesty, Cersei trembled and sent half of the nation's troops.

You're right, their entire nation is only 40,000 armed...

This vast boulder is like Mars, but no one has challenged Alexander's orders, all of which are high-ranking commanders, to consume the enemy without the strength of these ethnic minorities and autonomous provinces.

Stones continue to strike the walls of the city, but infrequently.

In this age of no gunpowder, finding a stone, though simple, is difficult to mine, consistent with the return throwing of cannons, which were found nearby when the camp was formerly set up and transported to reserve.

And even with these stones, you have to relax. After all, there's not much to add at the moment, and now it's the operating assemblers, not the specialized masons.

Even when those masons come to mining, they still need kung fu.

So don't look at these rocks. They're fierce, but they're not.

Almost every once in a while, with the exception of a few that can hit directly into the city, it seems useless to hit the walls.

But even so, the psychological pressure on Dracula and others remains enormous.

Even if several stones were thrown into the city, causing several casualties, the psychological pressure on the guards was enormous for ordinary people.

If anyone had ever seen someone jump and die, they should have understood Dracula's current mood.

The people who jumped to death first landed through the gravity face, and then the nose, the beam bones and the entire cheek were smashed into their brains, then the chest, the ribs of the chest would be smashed, some would be broken, others would be inserted into the five dirt, and the five dirt would again be massively pressurized and crushed all into black blood.

And those killed by boulders are ten times worse than this!

Apart from being able to see a little bit of a bone figure, you simply can't understand that such a flesh-covered, blood-red body is a human body!

Anyone who gets stoned straight off his body has at least a crushed fracture!

A distorted body was in front of them, outside was the sound of constant boulder bombardment of the walls, and the mood of all was so depressed, that the high morale had suddenly fallen into the valley with excitement.

“Send three teams up to the wall.” When Dracula was just plunged down, he changed his position in the air a few times with great martial arts and then pulled out his sword and inserted it into the walls of the city next to him, barely losing his body.

He did not go to several close relatives, as his own guards had been blown up into mud and pieces of blood slowly flowed down the city walls.

Now the Second Pillar is actually capable of fighting.

But in the course of their low morale, even if they had the fighting power to rely on the walls, there would still be inevitable losses. For example, they would look at the stones on top of their heads at any time, even if the stones could hit them all, but once they heard the whistling sound of the stone throwing at a critical time, they would look at their heads nervously. At this point, they would be able to rush directly at each other, chopping the vegetables, cutting them one by one, performing a ride at a time.

So Dracula, even if it's painful, can only get the second team down: "If I'm right, the Macedonians are going to attack. Go, go, go.” He pushed a handful of preachers around him, "he said.

The preacher pulled his legs and Dracula had to exhaust himself to get under the wall. Although still vibrating from time to time, he had just come down from the city a dozen meters tall and had exhausted his spirit and strength, and he could not stand up.

More from the aggressive atmosphere of Alexandria, he felt a little overwhelmed.

This is only the first day! (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.)