"Is everything over?"

Liu Di stood in the dungeon, witnessing the incredible history through the ventilation window that was the size of a shoe box.

The real Count Dracula has been born.

Next, he will lead the people to resist the invaders and win victory after victory.

But in the end he would die in the war, and his body would be torn into pieces and stored in various churches.

Although this is already established history, Brother Liu still feels a little sad when he thinks of it.

We were only friends once, and it was helpless to learn of his death so early.

The scene outside the prison bars is full of excitement because of the rise of Dracula.

But Brother Liu sighed slowly.

Then he prepared to throw the time halberd and disappeared in this history.

Inadvertently, Brother Liu took a last look outside the iron bars.

But his body was stunned.

He clearly saw Gu Fan, wearing a white dress, standing on the wall of Dracula's Castle, staring into the distance.

Liu Di was sure that it was really her this time.

Because the sadness in her eyes was exactly the same as when she was in the brain world T5 and was about to be attacked by T6.

It is a feeling of compassion for the world and of being a mother to the people.

Of course, this is not Gu Fan himself, it is still just the shadow left by the "mark".

Brother Liu slowed down his movements and frowned slightly.

What is Gu Fan looking at? She seems very worried.

Is she worried about the residents of this city?

According to historical records, a brutal and bloody battle will ensue, and countless civilians will lose their lives in this battle.

The long river of time is very mysterious. The time point that Liu Di arrived at is very likely the time point when Gu Fan has already seen the "future".

The two of them seemed to be chasing each other on a ruler of time, and Liu Di was always a little behind Gu Fan.

Just at the moment when Brother Liu hesitated.

In the ventilation window above the head, the iron railing, which was as thick as a baby's arm, was easily broken by a pair of pale hands.

Then, Della, who had wrapped himself in wings, smashed through the skylight and fell to the ground with a bang.

The wings slowly opened, revealing Della's face covered with a cast iron mask.

He smiled slowly and said, "Is my friend willing to fight with me?" Liu Di glanced at the white figure on the city wall, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly, "But I don't have much fighting power." Della nodded slowly. At this moment, the young man seemed to have transformed in an instant, and his expression and behavior were full of calmness and competence.

He smiled and said, "I always have a feeling that you can give me courage invisibly. I even suspect that you are really the leader of the thirty warriors in the Bible. When the battle starts, my only hope is that you can be there. Even if you just stand at the back of our army, it will be a great encouragement to me." "Buff bonus?" Liu Di smiled slowly, looked at the young man in front of him and nodded, hoping from the bottom of his heart that he would win the first battle.

" Buff?" "Strange language." The vampire lord named Della stretched out his arm, held Liu Di's hand tightly, and then flapped his wings, soared into the air, and smashed the ceiling of the dungeon.

Outside the city of Wallachia, the 50,000-strong Ottoman Empire's army was already eyeing the enemy covetously, preparing for battle!

In the Middle Ages in Europe, the Ottoman Empire was one of the most powerful countries.

They swept across the continent, annexed countless cities, and rivers of blood flowed wherever they passed.

The weapons and equipment were made with the top steel technology of the time.

In contrast, only about 5,000 Wallachian soldiers were equipped.

The rest were villagers in the city, holding wooden sticks, axes and other farming tools.

They gritted their teeth and looked ready to die.

Now that the invaders are at the gates of the city, they have no way to retreat. The end result will be either death by burning, looting and pillaging, or death fighting to defend their homes.

Obviously, the vast majority of them chose to take up arms and fight the enemy.

At this time, a general who was the leader of a team of heavily armored warriors who had just rushed out of Dracula's castle came to the front of the battle. He drew his sword and pointed it high into the sky.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Walachia, the Grand Duke has ordered!" "Today we will fight the enemy to the death!" The soldiers and civilians were shocked when they heard this.

The Grand Duke, who was usually timid, finally chose to confront the enemy head-on today! Whoosh! However, in the next moment, an arrow made of fine iron, with powerful penetrating power, broke through the air.

Phew!

The arrow accurately hit the helmet of the heavily armored warrior, and it went straight through the gap and pierced his eye! The heavily armored warrior who had just led the shouting fell backwards, blood oozing out of his helmet.

The air suddenly became quiet.

This arrow came from the Ottoman Empire camp.

This is also the method they have been using to invade the mainland, that is, to use a tyrannical attitude and ruthless means to directly crush all opponents they encounter! This fierce style alone can suppress many hostile forces.

The soldiers were trembling and the civilians were pale.

The two camps were at least several hundred meters apart. The other side must have special crossbows and archers with terrifying accuracy.

Whoever leads the charge first will be the first to die! For a moment, an atmosphere of fear spread throughout the Wallachian camp.

The air seemed to be frozen and no one dared to move.

At this time, the Ottoman army blew a gloomy and low horn.

50,000 armored soldiers roared murderously and marched in unison, forming a crescent shape as they surrounded the city of Wallachia.

Their speed was not fast, but every time they landed, 50,000 people stomped on the ground together, causing the entire earth to shake. It was extremely terrifying, as if the tide of death was inevitable.

This is the absolute pressure of force.

The Wallachian soldiers' bodies trembled inexplicably, their pupils shrank smaller and smaller, and there was even a tendency for them to retreat as a whole.

"Violation of my territory!" "Intolerable!" At this critical moment, a roar suddenly came from between heaven and earth. Although the voice was young, it was unimaginably powerful! A black shadow was seen with ten-meter-long wings behind him, slowly rising from the direction of Dracula's castle! With the silver-white full moon behind him, his body seemed to have disappeared into the darkness.

With his wings flapping, he looks like a demon!