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The Sultan died suddenly of a stroke without leaving any will. Now, this group of high-ranking lords at the top of the power status have to decide whether to choose the next Sultan, the infant ogre Ahmed, or the adult elf Muhammad.

"I do not agree with Prince Muhammad taking over as Sultan!!"

An ogre with a white turban wrapped around his head, decorated with chains of gold and gems, and dressed in expensive animal skins, raised his right hand, shook his arm and roared, and the hundreds of kilograms of fat on his body trembled wildly with his movements.

“Although Ahmed is a baby, he looks like a real ogre! He has noble Turkic blood! His mother is the old Sultan’s queen and legal wife! A devout Muslim, a cat-like bride from Egypt.

Although Muhammad was older, he was a lowly Christian, a bastard born of a lowly high elf sex slave! He didn't even look like an ogre at all, he looked like an elf!

How far should we indulge these elf slaves? First, we gave them a new name of "Dark Elves" and a new identity of imperial citizens, and then let them join the army in large numbers, so that none of the 18 legion commanders is an ogre! The entire empire's professional troops are in the hands of elves and humans! Among the eight high-ranking lords present, there are three elves! One Slav! Half of them!

Are we now going to allow an elf to become our sultan and rule the entire Ottoman Empire?"

"Are you looking down on us elves? You fat pig!"

A dark elf with a white turban and skin as white as silk glared angrily at the huge and bloated ogre, then looked at Big Vichiel and slammed the table hard.

"I'm arguing with you after the meeting! Although I'm unhappy, I also firmly disagree with that kid Muhammad taking over as Sultan!!!

Last time, the old Sultan wanted to retire and recuperate, and abdicated to that kid Muhammad. That was the most frustrating time for us! That reckless and irritable kid, with big ambitions, his abilities were completely unable to satisfy his ambitions, and he didn't care whether the empire's national strength could support his grand and empty dreams! "

After an ogre and a dark elf expressed their opinions, other high-ranking lords also responded.

"That's right! I support Prince Ahmed! Muhammad, this elf, was not trained according to the standards of a sultan. The reason he became the sultan was entirely because the old sultan's eldest son died unexpectedly! We can support the baby to become the sultan, and then we can slowly teach him how to govern and train him to be a qualified sultan! Instead of that foolish young man Muhammad!"

"His relationship with the Janissaries is too bad. Only his direct legion, the 13th Legion Ultramarines, has a good relationship with him. Last time, this guy tried to march to Constantinople and offended almost all the legion commanders, even causing them to revolt! If he were to become the Sultan, the other 17 Janissaries would probably be very dissatisfied!"

Grand Vizier Khalil listened quietly to the words of his seven colleagues, his eyes fixed on the golden throne belonging to the Sultan beside him, his heart filled with worry and sadness.

After a long time, the discussion of the seven high-ranking lords gradually stopped, and he spoke quietly.

"Everyone

, you don't really want to put a baby on the throne of the Sultan? He is just a baby less than one year old. How can he rule the empire? How can he suppress his brother and the 18 legion leaders of foreign races? "

"We can act as regents with the Crown Princess until he grows up, and then we will return the power to him. By then, Grand Vichiel, you will truly be in charge of the world!"

An ogre retorted.

"Ridiculous! The Lord of the High Gate and the Queen Mother as regents? Are you trying to turn the entire empire upside down?!

Ahmed has the legitimacy to control the empire because of his bloodline. As regents, where is our legitimacy to control the empire?

The other 18 legion leaders will think that the high gate lord can be the regent and raise the sultan, and they can also lead the troops back to Edirne! Kill us all, and be the regent and raise the sultan!

Believe it or not, as long as you do this, within two months, more than one legion will lead soldiers across the Meriz River and fight back to Edirne to replace us! By then, other legion commanders will also be jealous of his achievements, knowing that the one with the strongest soldiers and horses will be the Sultan, and the entire empire will be torn apart!

Even if we define him as a traitor in the name of the Sultan, it will be useless, because as long as he takes Edirne, he can do the same as us and pardon himself in the name of the Sultan! Clear himself and define us as traitors! Because our Sultan is just a baby! A baby who has no ability to think and can only be manipulated by others! He can be manipulated by you today, and he can be manipulated by Horus of the 16th Legion and Lion of the 1st Legion tomorrow!!!"

Grand Vizier Khalil stood up from his honorable seat and cursed the other seven high lords. His body was so small compared to the other ogres, but his figure seemed so tall in the eyes of the other high lords.

"Are you going to put your own likes and dislikes above the interests of the country? Although I also hate that foolish and reckless Prince Muhammad, now only Prince Muhammad can inherit the throne of the Sultan! Conquer everyone! Even if there are legions that oppose him, they will be quickly accused of treason! Mobilize the imperial guards and other legions to punish them together! It won't cause any trouble at all!!!"

Under the reprimand of the Grand Vizier, the other seven lords of the high gates lowered their heads in silence. Some of those who had evil intentions blushed and were extremely ashamed, while some people thought about it carefully and found that they were completely convinced by the Grand Vizier. In the end, all eight lords of the high gates agreed with the Grand Vizier that Muhammad would inherit the Sultan.

The only problem now is that Muhammad is not in Edirne in the Balkans, but in Smyrna in Asia Minor.

They were worried that other legions that disliked Muhammad, as well as the citizens of the imperial capital Edirne, would send spies, assassins, or even troops to ambush him, so they continued to maintain a strict blockade of information. People outside the palace even thought that Murad II was still alive, and they sent the fastest flying eagle to deliver a secret decree to Muhammad, who was thousands of miles away.

Chapter 185: Muhammad (3rd update!)

The issue of succession, which concerns the life and death of the Ottoman Empire, continues to ferment.

In the imperial capital of Edirne, Murad II's queen, Lady Halima, was fidgeting while holding her child.

Cat people are the original inhabitants of the Egyptian desert, but they were first conquered by the Persian mind flayers, and then colonized by the drow elves led by Ptolemy, the general under Alexander the Great, the elven lord, and became second-class citizens in their own homeland.

Osman's queen has a charming figure and seductive posture. Her human body is slender and delicate, like a graceful dancer. Her smooth and soft black hair is densely covered on her graceful and sexy body, outlining dark and sexy curves in the air. It feels as comfortable as silk, and each black hair exudes a faint fragrance.

Her head was like an enlarged cat's head, with a round, chubby and soft face, and huge apricot-yellow eyes that exuded an intoxicating charm, like a gem in the starry sky, shining with alluring light.

The child in her cradle did not inherit any characteristics of his mother and looked like a pure-blooded ogre.

Lady Halima was very anxious. Even though her child had many advantages, he was still a baby and could not make anyone submit to him. If she waited any longer, the throne would definitely belong to his half-brother, Muhammad.

Damn it! If that old man had died ten years later, even if he had held on for ten years! The Sultanate would have definitely been passed down to his own children, but now, he has passed away early.

There was no other way. After the Sultan's death, the Queen could only quickly order her attendants and the Janissaries of the Seventh Legion to spread the news. The entire army and the people of the imperial capital Edirne were very dissatisfied with Muhammad. As long as the news spread, it would be exponentially more difficult for that boy to succeed to the throne, and he might even be assassinated. At that time, her child would be the only heir.

Unfortunately, her conspiracy was quickly discovered by Grand Vizier Khalil, who was killed with thundering means, and all those who knew about it were imprisoned. The entire palace was blocked like an airtight wall. After the Sultan's death, the Janissaries of the Seventh Legion obeyed the orders of the Grand Vizier instead of the Queen's oral instructions, and completely blocked the news of the Sultan's death.

And now, the only person outside the palace who received the news was Muhammad.

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Manisa, Governor's Palace.

Muhammad was playing chess with his childhood sweetheart, Mahmoud Angelos. He looked very tall and strong, three meters tall, with a dark yellow skin, but tall and slender figure, and a handsome face and two long ears under an onion-like white turban. Except for his dark yellow skin and being too tall, his body looked no different from an elf.

Just as the two were enjoying the game of chess and the number of chess pieces on the board was gradually decreasing, a servant hurriedly handed him a secret letter with the Sultan's seal.

Muhammad opened the envelope suspiciously and looked at the contents. His tall body began to tremble with excitement, his handsome face was twisted with joy, and his amber pupils were wide open! The corners of his mouth were almost stretched to his ears, revealing a crazy smile. He did not feel the slightest bit of sadness at the news of his father's death.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Mahmoud, who was at the other end of the chessboard, asked in confusion.

"Don't say anything, I have to gather the troops immediately!"

Muhammad stood up suddenly. He was so excited that he knocked over the chessboard. He rushed out of his room like lightning. 200 companies and Janissaries of the th Legion were assembled, followed by various auxiliary troops with five times the number, all the elites of the Angelos family, a -strong elite Turkic cavalry, and various pirates who had surrendered during this period. In just half a day, all of them were assembled under his command.

Although excited, Muhammad had self-knowledge. He knew that the last time he came to power, he had offended almost all the Janissary legion commanders and high-ranking lords. His humble background and elf-like appearance also made him unpopular among the ogre nobles, and the various powerful families in the city of Edirne also disliked him.

Therefore, he learned his lesson this time. Muhammad went to Edirne with the Thirteenth Legion, which was composed of high elves and loyal to him. Two hundred blue eagle flags covered the sky, twenty thousand sharp spears pointed straight into the sky, and twenty thousand extreme warriors wearing Roman armor and blue felt clothes, carrying twenty thousand longbows and feather arrows, and holding twenty thousand spears and shields, were arranged in neat formations, stretching from Muhammad's feet to the end of the sight.

"All those who love me, follow me! Target, Edirne!!!"

Muhammad rode on his Arabian horse, raised his scimitar, and excitedly roared to the sky! In an instant, 20,000 murderous Janissaries raised their spears high in the air, and the 13th Legion erupted in a deafening roar. For a moment, the sound of drums, horns, horses, and roars merged into the same word.

Long live Sultan Muhammad!!!

This huge army, led by Muhammad, crossed the Sea of ​​Marmara in a mighty manner. Muhammad gazed at the towering triple walls of Constantinople from afar and declared to his soldiers that he would conquer this place. Then, he led the army to march day and night and arrived at Edirne on February 18!

Under the astonished gaze of the citizens of Edirne, Muhammad, with the Angelos elves led by Mahmoud, and the entire Thirteenth Legion, marched into the heart of the empire under the shadow of the double-headed eagle flag and the blue crescent flag. They entered the palace in a mighty manner, and in front of all the lords of the high gates, they knelt beside his father's body and wailed loudly. Endless sorrow was like a sea, drowning everyone present.

All the high lords and officials knelt before Muhammad and presented him with the Sultan's white turban.

After crying, Muhammad regained his composure and immediately ordered a grand funeral for his father. He appointed Khalil, who had blocked the news and sent him letters in time, as the Grand Vizier, and kept the positions of all the high-ranking lords unchanged in order to stabilize his father's officials.

Then he immediately began to deploy the legion.

Sultan Murad's throne legion was the 7th Legion, the Sultan's Fist, and therefore accompanied him in garrisoning the capital of the empire.

However, the situation has changed. The current Sultan is Muhammad, and the name of the Throne Legion has changed from the Seventh to the Thirteenth.

One of the first things Muhammad did after he ascended the throne was to order the Thirteenth Legion to take over the city defense from the Seventh Legion and block all thirteen gates of Edirne. The Ultramarines, clad in blue robes and cloaks, rushed into every tower and fortress set up on the city wall by the Seventh Legion and took over the work of these Sultan's Fists, clad in golden robes.

The fully armed Turkic cavalry were divided into small teams, wandering and patrolling vigilantly in the city streets.

All the soldiers of the Seventh Legion were ordered to leave Edirne and return to Albania, their recruiting ground, to assist the Warmaster in suppressing the rebellion led by Skander. From today on, they would no longer be responsible for the protection of the capital. From today on, there could only be one legion in Edirne, and that was Muhammad's Throne Legion, the Thirteenth Legion: The Ultramarines.

Afterwards, he promoted his childhood playmate Mahmoud to the position of Marshal of the Imperial Guard, and brought his 199th Company and 200th Company, a glorious guard company composed entirely of members of the Angelos family, to become his own Imperial Guard. They guarded his bedroom and the surroundings day and night and served as his closest guards. Other companies also received the responsibility of guarding a corner of the palace.

This

After two moves, Muhammad's life safety was initially guaranteed.

Then, under the protection of the Glory Guards, he sat on the Golden Throne of the Thirteenth Council of the Diwan and convened the council of all high-ranking lords. First, according to convention, the new Sultan ascended the throne and granted amnesty to the world. He also required all governors and legion commanders to enter the capital to mourn the old Sultan, swear allegiance to the new Sultan, and present gifts.

No high-ranking lord objected to this memorial. The seal-bearer, Grand Vizier Khalil, respectfully took out the jade seal left by successive sultans. Muhammad picked it up again and stamped it on the first edict he wrote.

After confirming that he controlled all the soldiers in the capital and that all the civil officials were completely obedient, Muhammad, under the protection of Mahmoud and other elite Angelos soldiers, rushed into his father's harem without stopping. He looked at his cat-man stepmother with disgust, and whispered words like "my father is a Furicon".

Then, he gently picked up his half-brother, Ahmed, and strangled his neck expressionlessly. Amid the baby's irritating crying and screaming, he threw him into the bathtub. The cold fresh water immediately submerged Prince Ahmed's head.

"Mohammed! What are you doing! He is your brother! Your father's son! Are you crazy!!!"

The Queen Mother's cat-like eyes widened in horror, and her pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant. She desperately rushed towards Muhammad, but was immediately captured by two fully armed high elves. One of the elves kicked her in the back of the knee, forcing the Queen Mother to kneel in front of Muhammad, watching her child, who was not even a year old, struggling desperately in the bathtub full of water, crying heartbreakingly.

"No, no! Muhammad, no, Your Majesty the Sultan! Please spare your brother! He is not even one year old! Even if he grows up, he will never compete with you for the Sultanate! I swear, I swear!!!"

Halima twisted her body wildly, but was pinned down by the two Extreme Warriors and could only watch her child gradually stop struggling. She was so upset that tears of blood even shed in her eyes.

"Please! For the sake of His Majesty Murad, please spare your brother! Even if you can help us exile him back to Egypt and expel him from the Ottoman Empire forever! Please leave him a way out!"

Muhammad had an expressionless face as he coldly looked at his cat-man stepmother, who was pinned to the ground by two Extreme Warriors and crying bitterly. He then looked at the baby he had squeezed into the bathtub, who was gradually losing her breath.

He soaked the baby in the water for more than ten minutes, until the body was swollen. He took it out of the basin and looked at it carefully. Well, his younger brother, his father's other living son, was probably really dead. Now, he was the only one who had the right to inherit the throne of Sultan.

Muhammad fished out the cold and wet body of his own brother, and stroked his fair and soft skin. His eyes were tender and yet crazy, as if what he held in his arms was not a dead baby, but the power that controlled the entire Ottoman Empire.

"call--"

Looking at his dead brother, Muhammad breathed a sigh of relief. Starting from the moment he received the secret decree, his nerves, which had been tense for a week, finally relaxed.

This Ottoman world has truly become mine.

Chapter 186: Caledor the Sun Dragon (Fourth update, please give me a monthly ticket!!!)

The news that the old emperor had died and the new emperor had ascended the throne, and the Ottoman Sultan had changed his master, gradually spread to all parts of the world. The news that Muhammad was at odds with the legions, lords, and even the entire ogre tribe had long been heard by the kings of Europe, Asia, and Africa. The original ogre Turkish nobles were extremely angry. We ogres defeated and conquered the entire Eastern Roman Empire with the help of the high elves. The previous Eastern Roman emperor, the old Elf King, even admitted that he was a vassal and servant of the Ottomans.

And now, an elf bastard has become the sultan of all ogres!

Not only that, he killed his brother to take the throne, and used tough means to control the imperial capital. He also sent the original Throne Legion, the Sultan's Fist composed entirely of gold dwarves, to the mountains of Albania to fight against Skander. The 13th Legion, originally stationed in Manisa, entered Edirne on the Thracian Plain. He used absolute violence to control the unstable regime and suppress all nobles who disobeyed him. The entire Ottoman Empire was now like an extremely dry powder keg that could explode with just a spark.

Therefore, Western European countries, especially the Pope, were convinced of the weakness of the Ottoman Empire, and they even wanted to launch another expedition against the Ottoman Empire.

The death of Murad II and the succession of Mehmed II also affected Aenarion, the Lord of the First Legion, the King of the Seraphim, and the powerful female knight Lion. She had originally wanted to launch a southern expedition on March 1 to capture Athens and seize the Laurin silver mine, but now, she had to take her personal guards back to Edirne to attend the old Sultan's funeral and pay her loyalty to the new Sultan, Mehmed.

In the Dark Angels Legion, many people have no good feelings towards the new Sultan, and even hate him. They think this man is sick and wants to attack Constantinople every day.

When he ascended the throne and passed through Constantinople, the first thing he said was that he wanted to conquer this city - that damn place is harder to tame than the mountains of Albania! And it comes with a curse.

Over the past few hundred years, many regimes, such as the Magyars, Bulgaria, and even the Ottoman Empire led by Bayezid the Lightning, failed in their attack on Constantinople, which led to the empire's decline and even invasion by foreign powers. This guy seems to be obsessed with Constantinople and he must take it down. The first order he gave after taking office was for us to gnaw on the triple walls of Constantinople.

This kind of pessimistic and disgusted mood spread throughout the First Legion, and Luther El'Jonson took this opportunity to instigate more dark angels to rebel and seduce them onto the path of depravity.

It was already March 3rd when Ryan returned from Edirne. She organized her troops, collected food and grass, and recruited farmers. It was already March 10th when she started the expedition. It was already March 15th when the army launched the southern expedition, crossed the Pindus Mountains, and arrived at Delphi.

During the extra time, Aenarion added a fourth caravel to his fleet. This ship was sold to him by a Spaniard who had lost his way during an ocean exploration and was trapped in the vast ocean. When he was hungry, he dug up ship maggots to eat corpses. When he was thirsty, he drank urine and collected rainwater. He was trapped for two months before he found land. From then on, the captain suffered from a phobia of the sea and sold his caravel to the deputy captain, the Spaniard Mark Horner.

However, the remaining sailors on the ship had completely lost their goals and didn't know what to do. They heard that someone in Greece in the east was buying ships and navy at high prices, so they set sail again and brought the ship to Aenarion. He respected these old sailors who still dared to go to the sea, retained the name of the ship, and promoted everyone to navy. He appointed Machorna as the captain of the ship named "Hyperion".

After upgrading the fleet to four ships, Aenarion completed the upgrade of his fleet. Originally, a carrack had only three decks, and the lower cabin on the side had only twenty gun positions.

Aenarion made some drastic changes, sacrificing several crew rooms and reducing crew comfort. He made the rooms on the lower deck smaller and more densely packed, and increased the number of gun positions.

By the way, forty additional gun positions were opened on the upper deck, front and rear buildings. Now, the broadside firepower has increased from twenty to forty. It has doubled!

Not only that, Aenarion also got a lot of mortars, mounted on the rooftops of the two towers in front and behind the ship, twenty on each ship. These mortars fired in a parabolic trajectory. Even if his ships were unable to turn in time during a naval battle and use their side artillery to aim at the enemy, these twenty mortars firing in a parabolic trajectory could be used temporarily, relying on their unique parabolic trajectory to bombard the enemy in any direction and angle.

Now, his four caravels, each of which was equipped with eighty 12-pound stone-throwing cannons and twenty mortars. The four sailing ships were like four wooden castles that could move on the sea!

The two bastions blocking the Pindus Mountains were each equipped with a large number of artillery and gunpowder, and a large number of soldiers blocked the front line, vowing to protect their territory.

According to the previous agreement, two thousand Italian mercenaries from Venice and Genoa, five hundred Khorne pirates from Valkia, and the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller of Rhodes Island, Hepans personally brought three hundred Pegasus knights to help.

The Eastern Roman Empire was too poor and they had no soldiers to send. The one hundred elven archers they had provided as support were already their limit, but they did their best to provide support. Amidst waves of creepy roars, twenty Chimeras appeared in the sky above the suburbs of Athens, roaring.

The Athenian defenders blew their horns nervously, and mobilized their muskets and cannons, ready to shoot and intercept. But the next second, a red flag with four betas representing the Eastern Roman Empire rose slowly from the back of the Chimera.

Under the astonished gaze of the soldiers, the chimeras landed meekly one by one. These monsters had some intelligence, but not much, probably at the level of teenagers who had never been to school. They had abnormally huge lion bodies, bat wings, venomous snake tails, and three heads, namely a greedy red-scaled dragon, a bloodthirsty savage lion, and a paranoid demon goat, representing all the personality traits of these chimeras.

But what is strange is that the lion heads of these chimeras have no manes, symbolizing that they are all lionesses.

Aenarion rushed over when he heard the report. These chimeras had caused him a lot of trouble in the Peloponnesian mountain roads. But why were all these chimeras lionesses? Some of them had bulging bellies, as if they were pregnant.

In theory, chimeras are the same as lion groups. In a group of chimeras, there is a male lion and his harem.

Aenarion's puzzled gaze shifted to the four red flags of the beta. An elf boy in a short robe and with a dignified bearing was riding on the back of the largest and highest-ranking lioness. He was caressing the three heads of the behemoth affectionately, as if he was caressing his lover.

"Nice to meet you, Duke of Athens, Aenarion Angelos. Nice to meet you. I am the King of the Chimera of the Peloponnese, the last Dragon Prince of the modern era: Caledor."

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Chapter 187: Thunder Warrior

After some calculations, Aenarion found that reinforcements from various forces had arrived, and he had a total of 7,700 professional soldiers from the army and navy. Although the quality was seriously insufficient, the number was barely enough to be considered a Janissary Legion.

What surprised him was that the Pope in the West really believed in the weakness of the Ottoman Empire and wanted to take advantage of the unstable power of the new king Muhammad to play a big trick. He wanted to use a Christian victory to weaken his almost zero prestige. If he could take this opportunity to kill a legion commander or even destroy a Janissary legion, like the story of Timur the Lame, it would be a good thing.