Chapter 110 Vlad Becomes a Proton
"Today, I'm sure everyone knows that I just got a fierce general!"

Muhammad stood in the hall. Below him, a group of armored warriors with excited faces listened attentively.

"Many people know his legend. In the 108 battles, every enemy was a shrewd warrior selected from the most prestigious arena in Turkey. There were giants two meters tall who looked like wild beasts, assassins with great fighting skills, and even the bravest warriors in Turkey. But none of these elite warriors could match him in a round! In a round!"

Vlad, who was in the front of the generals, looked solemnly at Muhammad, who was excited, roaring loudly, and telling about Lin Jue's achievements.

These were his last few years as a hostage, and even though they had participated in many large battles, they had watched the fights of that one under the leadership of Muhammad.

He was extremely powerful, with exquisite sword skills that were different from theirs, unparalleled reaction speed and that mysterious upper limit of strength, and finally that look of contempt for everything. Even he, who had already become famous on the battlefield and carried the name of the Impaler, felt a strong oppression!

As Muhammad's speech above ended, everyone in the hall looked at the door above that was slowly opening.

A handsome man wearing heavy knight armor, walking briskly, with a hint of smile on his face, caught the eyes of all the warriors. Everyone held their breath. That not-so-tall figure brought them unprecedented pressure, and that iconic smile even became a nightmare in their dreams.

None of the generals and soldiers who watched Lin Jue fight could suppress their wildly beating hearts.

Muhammad walked up to Lin Jue and gave him a big hug.

"Welcome Lin!"

Amidst the heart-wrenching roar, the entire hall was filled with the cheers of the knights.

Lin Jue endured the waves of hot, wary, and fearful gazes from people with a smile on his face.

His eyes paused slightly on the only man in the crowd who stood still and did not move.

A determined face, long black hair casually tied behind his back, silver-gray armor wrapped around his burly body, and firm eyes staring at him... It was Vlad - the Impaler.

I didn't expect to meet you here, the Duke of the Impaler, who is extremely famous in Europe and feared by his enemies, Lin Jue said secretly in his heart.

Under Muhammad's solemn expression, Lin Jue was taken to a hall filled with food, flowers and wine. Girls dressed in thin gauze or without clothes were walking in the hall.

By drinking and eating meat in big gulps, Lin Jue relieved the boring days in the arena.

If there is one thing that Turkey, in the war-torn Middle European century, worships most, it is undoubtedly the legendary personal force.

In front is the famous Vlad the Impaler, and behind is Lin Jue, the invincible man in the arena. Both of them are the protagonists of this banquet.

"Lin? I'm curious about how you acquired such invincible fighting skills? Why have I never heard of it before?"

Mohammed gently put away the naked girl in his hand and looked at Lin Jue who was gnawing on the leg of lamb with slightly deep eyes.

His words also attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers. Most of them had watched one or even multiple fights of Lin Jue. They all admired his superb sword skills, which were different from their own highly skilled sword skills.

"Haha, a bunch of guys who only know how to use brute force. It's not that difficult to defeat them!"

Lin Jue stared at the filled wine glass and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay! If I give you an army... can you train them to be as strong as you are?"

Vlad's eyes were fixed on Lin Jue who seemed a little drunk. The atmosphere in the whole hall suddenly froze. Vlad, who was sitting at the first seat on the other side, looked down at the dinner on his table.

"Ha! Of course I can, maybe even better than I let on!"

Lin Jue raised his glass, toasted to Muhammad from a distance, smiled, and spoke in a calm tone.

"OK!"……

"kill!"

"kill!"

Vlad's sword slashed the throat of one enemy after another. As a general, he led the charge into the enemy camp. Behind him, the Sultan's army swarmed in.

He had been through countless battles, and his fighting skills on the battlefield were so advanced that he could kill all his enemies with one blow and pierce their bodies into the ground. However, at this moment, his mind involuntarily turned to another powerful place in his camp.

His eyes were vaguely observing the man who was killing everyone in the crowd. The slender sword in his hand was different from their swords. With flashes of sword light, all the enemies in front of him were like straw, scattered and falling like wind.

Before the battle had lasted long, a figure had penetrated deep into the center of the enemy army, causing the enemy generals to show horror and shout to retreat. The Turkish soldiers who followed that figure shouted at the top of their lungs, and their momentum was greatly boosted.

Fighting an entire army alone...

Looking at the figure that broke into the enemy camp, Vlad was also shocked.

puff!

With a fierce swing of the spear, he pierced the throat of an enemy soldier in front of him and directly stuck him into the ground. Looking at the defeated enemy, Vlad's eyes were deep... This would be his last battle.

He turned his head slowly, and saw on the ground behind him, there were corpses of enemies pierced by spears and hung there. They were all enemies he had killed one by one.

However, he, who should have been the one to take the honor, only received a small amount of cheers, and most people's attention was focused on the man standing among the corpses on the other side.

Boom...boom...

The armored war horses pulled the chariot and came galloping.

Muhammad slowly drew out the long sword from his waist and threw it straight towards Lin Jue's figure.

Taking it from above easily and accurately, Lin Jue slowly pointed the King's Sword, which symbolizes honor, towards the sky.

In an instant, shouts rose and fell all around. At this moment, all the soldiers on the battlefield had fanatical eyes, as if they had seen the birth of a new king of war.

……

Vlad walked briskly into Muhammad's palace. At this moment, he felt more relaxed than ever before because of Lin Jue's arrival, the young Sultan who had just won a great victory decided to let him go early!
A figure slowly passed by him.

"Good luck, Vlad!"

The somewhat bland words echoed in his ears, and Vlad's expression was slightly shocked. He looked at the man with a mysterious smile on his face in astonishment. He nodded solemnly. Lin Jue also made an indispensable contribution to their ability to return home early this time. After experiencing several large-scale battles, the two of them became familiar with each other.

After learning about Vlad's eagerness to return home, Lin Jue, who was now famous in Central Europe, directly proposed to Muhammad to allow Vlad to return home with honor.

The young Sultan, who had just won a great victory, was also officially crowned the King of Turkey. He was so happy that he directly agreed to the request of the man he praised as the strongest man in history.

This was something Vlad was quite thankful for… It would have taken another two to three years originally, but because of Lin Jue, the time was shortened significantly.

Lin Jue thought so too.

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