Chapter 327: Vampire Akkad

ps: It's almost Chinese New Year, and the update is procrastinating.
ps1: Without a laptop, do you want to go back home to celebrate the New Year?
ps2: I am often dragged away to drink to be tangled, I do n’t get drunk with alcohol, lying down, what the are you doing!
ps3: Do you want to move out of your home or work in Macau?
ps4: Above.

[The taste of death, ah ha ha ha ha ...]
[Are you happy? Dracula? When everyone is in front of you ...]
[Do you feel an appointment? Dracula? When everyone's heart is pierced ...]
[Are you happy? Dracula? When the blood of everyone is accompanied by sorrow and into the river ...]
[How, Dracula, how, Dracula, Dracula! !! !! 】
"Shut up, uh ... ah ... shut up, shut up ..." Absolutely already dead, dozens of spears were inserted into the body outside the city, and Dracula, who couldn't die anymore, actually died He moved his fingers, his fingers trembled slightly, and then his eyelids bounced. Finally, the whole person started to move, and lived like a real living person.
No, it is better to say that he is a living person.
It's just living people with stiff hands and feet.
He wanted to break free, but was inserted into it by a long spear from all sides, firmly pierced his body and then pierced into the soil. He was firmly fixed on the ground, but the former puncture man was punctured. . You can't enjoy even activities, even ordinary death.
This has to be said to be a kind of dark humor.
"Hey ..." Excited by this dark humor, Dracula laughed lowly, the laughter was full of self-deprecating, full of irony.
"Is the so-called monster the same as me ..."
"So-called despair. Is it me ..."
"Is the so-called scumdog the same as me ..."
"Ha ha ha ha ... ha ha ha ha ha ..." Dracula laughed.
Lost dog, negative dog. Residue, stupid and dirty, is this him? Is this him?
He smiled endlessly. The decadent, failed, pathetic and desperate atmosphere loomed.
blood……
Gathered into a small depression, and bowed his head to look at his decadent face in the dark red depression.
Faces full of death but unable to die.
What am i
He asked himself that way, and then looked at the depression, and he was stunned. He should never have had so much blood!
So whose blood is this?
He twisted his head hard to see the blood flowing down the twisted place. He knew that the Macedonians would come to collect the corpses after each battle. He did not say anything because of the 500-member corpse. The young soldier fell with the enemy, so he acquiesced to the Macedonian corpse for the remains of these soldiers.
These bodies were all piled up and burned. Every night you can see the huge torch being lit. It is a huge torch stand where the body ’s oil is mixed with fat. This is a Macedonian habit (in fact, this habit illustrates the danger of the plague in Kailar And the way of transmission will be enforced.) And where exactly is the blood in front of him now?
Dracula looked hard in that direction, and then his teeth cracked.
It was the accumulation of blood from the dead of Dracula's people.
Bits of blood flowed down the winding ramp into his depression ...
Why can he be resurrected?
No, in other words. Why can't he die? !!
I don't know why Dracula had a faint thought in her heart, and then tears burst out. It's just that at this time he burst out from the tear glands instead of the salty tears, but the sweet blood.
He didn't know where the power came from, and yanked his spear out of his body.
Then he laughed lowly, his body was sticky with dark red objects like blood, and Dracula seemed to have completely changed from a solid to a liquid form.
Something named blood forms a cloth-like solid like a cloak. Then, like a phantom, he rushed up the city wall along the city wall and disappeared in front of them in a moment when the guard's eyes turned black.
"Did something just happen?" One of the guards asked a little confused to his comrades around.
"I don't know, there seems to be a little wind." The other person was also very confused. This is Macedonian land. There are no other people except the two guards. From their perspective, the attack from this side is impossible, so it is very Relax, and today is the day of victory. The two of them didn't have a carnival to watch vigils here, and even without sleep, it was very admirable to Macedonian military discipline.
Dracula, like a cloud of blood, quietly crawled into the carnival, "once" his castle.
The castle is carnival. Every Macedonian warrior occupies a house, and then drinks and carnivals. He left a lot of food in the city. For a moment, he forgot about this kind of thing. Dracula was very upset. He even wondered if he could let go of his grudges and burn the granary with a fire? The fire is likely to burn hundreds of thousands of pounds of food directly, and may even affect Macedonians in the city. If it is not handled properly, it will not be impossible for 100,000 Macedonians to be burned to death here!
Dracula was very emotional, but then a faint bitter smile, people who have already lived once again are still so indifferent.
He entered his inner castle like a wind. In fact, this place can 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 There is no intention of continuing to defend.
In fact, his inner castle is much better than the outside, and in the city, only a few hundred people can use the narrow terrain for several days. If you are polite, even Macedonian warriors and Roman warriors of the same size are in The offensive and defensive casualties on this castle were 2: 1.
But Dracula didn't care about that.
All he wanted now was to find the king of Macedonia, Alexander, and finally asked for a sentence.
He walked softly into the hall where he "was".
The still-lit hall has changed its owner.
The strong man sitting on the highest seat did not have the slightest Roman elegance, the Greeks were elegant, and his full-faced killing with delicacy was written decisively on his face, like a rocky eyebrow and thick The lip peak is no longer a sign of the host ’s grandeur and hardness. He is like a mountain peak. Two meters in height is sitting on the highest seat with absolute momentum. He is holding a huge bowl loudly and boldly. Said: "Thanks to the hard work of the princes and the brave soldiers, here is a toast for everyone!"
Dracula clearly saw that the goods used his soup bowl!
Obviously, a few bowls of soup that can be drunk by ordinary people were filled with wine and suffocated by Alexander.
On the left below are people from other clans, and on the right are Alexander generals. When they heard Alexander said, everyone took up a wine glass and drank the wine from the glass. They were not Alexander. Not the kind of soup bowl, but the ordinary wine glass.
Of course, wine is a good wine of Carmelo, which is well-known in the world, and all this is the credit of that sage. Dracula sighed, and now he finally knows why he is better than that for that sage. So mindful.
What's missing in Rome?
Rome is not short of people and strength, Rome is short of money!
You read that right, Rome is short of money!
Rome's annual purchasing power is extremely amazing. The speed of making silver coins can't keep up with the consumption. The higher-level Uruk gold coins continue to squeeze the purchasing power of the Roman dinar. Until now, three dinars have been used. The Roman bazaar, which can buy a large bag of wheat, has risen to five dinars. Previously, one dinar could buy a good female Arab slave, but now it needs an Uruk gold coin.
Even if the tax is so high, even if the tax is high, and the population is as large as Rome, Rome is also a duckweed in the storm, almost waiting to be destroyed by the storm.
And a barbarous place in the Camelot district actually relied on Rome's Ore (Roman gold coins, but compared with the popular Uluk gold coins) with a variety of fine wines, good quality food, rich agricultural and sideline products, and horse trade. (No one uses it) The Empire is playing decently and incompletely, and all this is due to the sage, no wonder His Majesty is so bitter.
Of course, Dracula didn't know that he was still in the midst of this grievance, and he didn't know what percentage of the girl's feelings he had. Anyway, he just walked in.
Every step he carried was moist, and the bloody, viscous thing no one thought was water.
"Who are you." Even with a weird man wrapped in blood, Alexander asked without any fear or hesitation.
Today's Dracula is certainly not the armor at that time. Emitting a dark red evil light together, his eyes were blood red, as if with a billowing malice, his face was covered with sticky hair, and he could not be seen at all.
"I'm Dracula." He said calmly and indifferently, his voice with a unique hoarse, the charm of a mature man emanating from him, but this sentence made the whole hall like a bomb. Stood up.
This group of people did not carry weapons, but no one was afraid of him. These are all good men. Watching the horrifying outbreak of Dracula sigh in his heart, he looked up and sat at the top. Alexander Brow didn't frown. This kind of king let Dracula kill for a while, can His majesty emperor really fight against such heroes?
Dracula didn't understand.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to die!" Alexander widened his eyes happily. He raised his wine bowl as if he had stretched out a solicitation hand: "Well, is there any interest in your Majesty !? "(To be continued.)