Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Five

He followed behind the opponent, walked into the sentry tower through the gravel road. At the top was a watchtower, and he heard soldiers snoring in the rooms above.The sentry led him into a separate room.There are no windows here, and the walls are piled with solid stone bricks as thick as the city wall. I am afraid that no one can easily pass through it except for the stone cannons that destroyed Constantinople. It's like a prison cell here. "Time is short, please rest here temporarily, and go to see His Majesty after dawn." The sentinel nodded and bowed. He stared into each other's eyes.When the other party was speaking, he suddenly heard another voice that was quite different.

The voice said: Ha, the famous Dracula has become Lao Tzu's prisoner! At the moment, there are only him and the sentinel in the room.Despite the thunderous snoring upstairs, the sound still came into his mind so clearly, as if it was not heard by his ears, but directly input into his brain by some method. He suddenly realized that was exactly what the Sentinel was thinking.The other party says one thing, but thinks another thing in his heart. He nodded and said calmly: "Please bring me something to eat. I don't care about cold food." The sentry cursed inwardly, and then went out quickly.When he came back, he had a plate in his hand, some pieces of cold beef with frost on it, and half a hard coarse bread.

D grabbed the beef with his hands and devoured it hungrily.He hadn't eaten anything since his escape from the Bonnelli Castle.He also had a tough fight.He died once.And then drove all night to get here.He is starving. But maybe the beef was too old, and the bread too dry, and when he chewed it in his mouth, they didn't taste what they should have.He felt that these foods were tasteless, like gnawing on a pile of dry wood, and he couldn't swallow them at all.But he insisted on eating them all.He was dizzy and his eyes could barely focus.His stomach churned, he clutched his chest, and struggled to stand up.

He thought maybe he ate too fast.If you eat when you are too hungry, the empty stomach may vomit because it cannot adapt.But the thought had only just entered his brain, and he had already vomited everything up. Not just beef and bread, but even things he ate a long time ago that he can't remember, all the food leftovers that haven't been fully digested, his gastric juices and bile.He vomited for a long time, and at the end, he suspected that he had already vomited out all his internal organs. And the sentry was at the door with a tray, gloating at him. "You must be sick." After the other party stopped vomiting, he took a step forward pretending to be concerned, and handed the other party a dirty towel with no visible color, "Your face looks really pale."

D looks up.But he didn't take the towel.He stared at the sentry in front of him. The Sentinel was in the prime of his life, broad-shouldered and muscular.The veins in his neck throbbed as he spoke. D smells blood.He took a deep breath.The sweet and thick blood was rushing and jumping in the opponent's strong body, playing a magnificent movement in his ears.From the other party, he smelled the smell of food.He has never felt so hungry.He felt like he was going to die if he didn't eat any more. The sentinel took a step closer, trying to check out his "sick" prisoner.

D doesn't know what he wants.But he still has instincts.Before he realized what he had done, he had hugged the sentry tightly, burying his face in his bare neck above the shoulder blades. He saw the starry night sky again.But this time, he no longer lay in the wheat field looking up at the starry sky, he has become one of those stars.In the vast universe, under the bright night sky, the world in front of him was splendid and majestic, blooming like fireworks in a carnival. He got the whole of eternity. The sentinel screamed desperately.He is not small, but the other party picked him up like a chicken.He helplessly struggled desperately in mid-air, and the sound woke up the sleeping soldiers upstairs.They scrambled to run down, staring dumbfounded at the horrific scene in the room.They saw the sentinel's neck was brutally torn off, while the blood-stained stranger on the opposite side stared blankly at the corpse at their feet with the same terrified expression as them.

Someone suddenly recognized that the stranger was the former Grand Duke of Wallachia, Vlad Dracula, who was said to have jumped off the cliff and died in Bonary. They dragged out the body of the sentinel, then tied up D and took him to the dungeon. He was at the mercy of the soldiers in a daze, with heavy shackles on his hands and feet.He didn't struggle because he was also terrified by what he saw.He couldn't remember exactly what happened.The strong smell of blood stimulated his brain, which reminded him of the mermaid battlefield.He remembered that the girl had said that the demon was different from her.The opponent lives on blood.In this way, he has far more than just obtained the strength of the other party.

That dreadful demon, the Chariot, had taken hold of him, fused with him. He felt sick.The pungent metallic taste choked into his throat, but he couldn't spit it out.He only felt a sudden surge of hot air in his body, warming his icy chest.His skin is radiant and plump, rough calluses and dry wrinkles are gone.His head was no longer dizzy, and his vision was no longer blurred.He felt a new, incredible power in his limbs.He flung himself free from the shackles, but he did not come out of the dungeon. For days he sat with his head folded in the damp, dark corner of the dungeon. Then the cell door opened and several people walked in.

Bright candlelight spread throughout the dungeon.He heard the exclamation of the soldiers, and the sharp sound of swords clashing.They saw that the chains were empty, and that the dangerous prisoner was sitting alone in a corner. Suddenly all sound stopped. It was a man who stopped them. "Vlad," the young voice said to him, "you came to my help. Here I am." He raised his eyes. Magash, youngest son of his adoptive father Hunyadi.The last time he saw him, he was just a teenager.And now he sits on the Hungarian throne.If the new Hungarian king can send troops to support him in time, he may still be the Grand Duke of Wallachia now.

Then none of this will happen. But now he has turned into a monster.He wasn't even a dragon knight anymore.He turned away from the divine halo of Christ.He really wanted to strangle him by the neck and yell at him: All this is your fault!But he just looked at each other, he didn't say anything. "I have my reasons." Magash said softly, "I am the king of Hungary." He tried to listen to the other person's true thoughts, but this time he heard nothing.Magash did not mean what he said.He was too young when he sat on the throne.He's not royalty either.There were frequent aristocratic rebellions in Hungary, and the current Holy Roman Emperor Frederick III did not recognize him.He is single-handedly ruling a vast and powerful empire.He barely had time to go head-to-head with Turkey.

"I apologize to you for my soldiers, Vlad. This is the front line. And they are all terrified," Magash said. "Although you lost Wallachia, you are still my ally. .My father trusted you, and so did I." The other party suddenly mentioned Hunyadi, and D's nose soured.And he thought he didn't feel anything anymore.At the same time, he seemed to hear a thought as small as a mosquito, but he slipped away before he could distinguish it carefully.Only Magash's soft and comforting voice continued to be heard in his ears. "I have considered you my brother since my brother Laszlo died," said the other. "I beg you to stay in Hungary. Because I need you." The tone of the other party is sincere and the expression is sincere. D was deeply moved.Again he heard the turmoil of thoughts inside the cell, but there were too many soldiers there for him to tell the truth from the fake, or who they were coming from. "I have a cousin who just reached the age of marriage." Magash suddenly changed the subject, "I don't know if I have the honor to be married to the ruler of Wallachia." D was taken aback.He didn't expect the other party to mention this at all. "Could it be that you have married a wife?" Magash asked quickly when he saw his expression. D shook his head. "That's just right. She is a Hiraj, my uncle's daughter." Magash smiled, "If you still have any doubts, I assure you with this crown on her head, she is definitely a genuine the great beauty."