Chapter 315

PS: it's almost new year's day. It's a long way to go.

PS1: if you don't have a notebook, you need to go back to your hometown for the Spring Festival.

PS2: I'm often dragged to drink. I don't drink. What are you doing!

PS3: do you want to move out of your home and work in Macao

PS4: above.

[the taste of death, ah ha ha ha 】

[are you happy? Dracula? When everyone is in front of you 】

[feel like booking? Dracula? When everyone's heart is pierced 】

[are you happy? Dracula? When all people's blood flows upstream into a river with sadness 】

[how, Dracula, how, Dracula, Dracula!!! 】

"shut up, er Ah Shut up, shut up... " Dracula, who was absolutely dead, was inserted into his body by dozens of spears outside the city, and the dead Dracula moved a little bit. His fingers trembled slightly, and then his eyelids beat. Finally, the whole person began to move and live, just like a real living person.

No, he's more of a living man.

It's just a living person with stiff hands and feet.

He wanted to break free, but he was inserted from all directions by a long spear, which firmly penetrated his body and then penetrated into the soil. He was firmly fixed on the ground, but the former puncture master was punctured. He could not even move or even die.

It has to be said that it is a kind of dark humor.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Stimulated by the dark humor, Dracula began to laugh, full of self mockery and satire.

"It turns out that the so-called monster is me..."

"The so-called despair, is it me..."

"The so-called loser is me..."

"Ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha... " Dracula looked up and laughed.

Loser, bear dog, residue, stupid and dirty, is that him? Is this him?

He laughed endlessly, and the breath of decadence, failure, pity and despair came to his face.

Blood

Gathered into a small depression, lowered his head to look at his decadent face in the dark red small depression, he was stunned.

A face full of death but unable to die.

What am I?

He asked himself, then looked at the depression, he was stunned. He should never have had so much blood!

So whose blood is this?

He turned his head hard and looked at the blood flowing down the crooked place. He knew that Macedonians would come to collect the corpses after every battle. He did not say anything about the corpse collection team of 500 people. Because many soldiers fell down with the enemy, he acquiesced in the Macedonian corpse collection for the sake of these soldiers' bodies.

These corpses were all piled up and burned. Every night, you can see the huge torch being ignited. It is a huge torch burning with body oil mixed with fat. This is the custom of Macedonian people (in fact, this habit was enforced only after Kellar explained the harm and transmission route of the plague.) And where did the blood pool in front of him come from?

Dracula looked hard in that direction, and then he bared his teeth.

It's a sea of dead bodies accumulated by the people of Dracula.

A little bit of blood flowed down the winding ramp into the depression where he was

Why did he come back to life?

No, in other words, why can he not die?!

I don't know why Dracula had an idea in her heart, and her tears burst out in an instant. But at this time, what he gushed out of his lacrimal gland was no longer salty tears, but sweet blood.

He didn't know where the strength came from and pulled out his spear.

Then he burst into a deep smile. His whole body was covered with dark red objects, and Dracula seemed to change completely from a solid to a liquid.

The thing named blood formed a cloth like solid like a cloak, and then it ran up the city wall like a mirage, and then in the blink of the guard's eyes, the thick fog turned black and disappeared in front of them.

"What happened just now?" A guard was confused and asked his comrades in arms.

"I don't know. There seems to be a little wind." The other is also very confused. This is the land of Macedonian. There are no other people except the two guards. In their view, the attack from this side is impossible, so they are very relaxed. Moreover, today is the day of victory. The two of them did not revel in vigil here. It is very admirable for Macedonian military discipline just because they did not sleep.

Dracula like black fog, like blood cloud quietly into the carnival, "once" his castle.The castle was in a carnival. Every Macedonian soldier occupied a residence and then drank wine. He left a lot of food in the city. For a moment, he forgot this kind of thing. Dracula was very upset. He even thought whether he would let off the grudges and burn down the granary? This fire is likely to directly burn up hundreds of thousands of Jin of grain, and even affect the Macedonians in the city. If the fire is not handled properly, it is not impossible for these nearly 100000 Macedonians to be burned here!

Dracula was very excited, but then there was a faint bitter smile, who had already lived once again, and still couldn't see it.

He entered his inner castle like the wind. In fact, the place could still organize an effective defensive circle, but he gave up this defensive circle because of the pride of the Romans. At that time, the situation was more than death. He had no intention of continuing to defend.

In fact, his inner castle is much better than that of the outside, and in the city, only a few hundred people can use the narrow terrain to defend for several days. To be polite, even Macedonian soldiers and Roman soldiers of the same specifications will suffer 2:1 casualties on the castle.

But that's not what Dracula cares about.

He just wanted to find Alexander, the king of Macedonian, for the last time.

He walked into the hall where he had been.

The still brightly lit hall has changed its owner.

The strong man sitting on the highest seat did not have the slightest Roman elegance, the Greek's elegance, with a unique ferocious temperament, his face was decisively written on his face, like a rock eyebrow and thick lip peak, no doubt does not show the face of the master's atmosphere and hard, he is like a mountain, two meters high, sitting on the highest seat with absolute gas Shi, holding a huge bowl, he said in a loud and heroic way: "this victory is thanks to the strength of the kings and the courage of the soldiers. Here, I'd like to propose a toast to all of you first."

Dracula could see clearly that the goods were taken with his soup bowl!

It is obvious that a bowl of soup that only a few people can drink is filled with wine, and then Alexander is bored.

All the people sitting on the left below were from other tribes, while those sitting on the right were the generals of Alexander. Hearing Alexander's words, all the people took up their glasses and drank the wine in the glass. They were not Alexander. They could not use the soup bowl, but the ordinary wine cup.

Wine is of course the best wine of Carmelo, which is famous all over the world, and all this is the credit of the sage. Dracula sighed. Now he finally knows why he is so attached to the sage.

What does Rome lack?

Rome is short of people, of strength, of money!

You're right. Rome is short of money!

The purchasing power of Rome every year is extremely amazing. The speed of making silver coins can't keep up with the consumption. However, the purchasing power of Roman dinars is constantly squeezed by the higher-level Uruk gold coins. So far, the Roman market where a bag of wheat can be bought with three dinars has risen to five Dinars. Before, one Dinar can buy a good one Female Arab slave, but now she needs an Uruk.

Even with high taxes, large territory and large population, Rome is a duckweed in the wind and rain, waiting to be destroyed by the storm.

However, Camero was just a barbarian land. By virtue of diversified good wine, good quality grain, rich agricultural and sideline products and horse trade, the Empire of Rome oree (Roman gold coin, but no one was used compared with the universal Uruk gold coin) Empire was completely destroyed. All these are the credit of the sages. No wonder your majesty is so worried.

Of course, Dracula didn't know what percentage of the girl's feelings were in his mind. Anyway, he went in like this.

Every step of his life was wet. No one thought it was water.

"Who are you?" Even in the face of a strange man covered with blood, Alexander did not have any fear or hesitation, but asked bravely and abnormally.

Of course, today's Dracula is not a general with shining armor and powerful six Macedonian square formations at that time. Only one night, his neatly combed curls were soaked in the blood, sticking together one by one, emitting a dark red evil light. His eyes were blood red, as if with rolling malice. His face was covered with thick hair, and he could not see at all See who he is.

"I'm Dracula." He said calmly and calmly, his voice with a unique hoarseness, a mature man's charm emanated from him, but this sentence was like a bomb to make the whole hall people stand up.

This group of people did not carry weapons, but no one was afraid of him. These are all good men. Looking at the murderous spirit of a group of people, Dracula sighed in his heart and looked up. Alexander, sitting at the top of the group, did not frown. The king of this kind of bearing let Dracula kill for a while, and the young emperor could really be with this What kind of people fight?Dracula doesn't understand.

"Oh, I didn't expect you didn't die!" Alexander's eyes widened with delight, and he raised the bowl as if he had reached out a soliciting hand: "well, are you interested in my command?" (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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