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Aenarion nodded his assent, then crouched down and stroked the wolf's soft cheek with his hands.

"Promise me that everything you see and hear will be a little secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone, okay?"

The werewolf nodded obediently, his tongue extending outward with a laugh, looking as cute as a husky.

"Good boy, change back into werewolf form and prepare to go back and report. There is one more thing. Twelve minutes have passed now. The charm spell can last for another two hours and forty-eight minutes. I don't care what excuses you make. After two hours, you must find a way to get rid of Mariana and the leopard girl's surveillance and come to my side again. At that time, I will give you another charm spell to extend the spell time for another three hours. Do you understand?"

"Ow~"

The werewolf barked to show that he understood, and then he licked Aenarion's hand affectionately with his tongue.

Aenarion nodded in satisfaction, but unfortunately, there was no way to let him assassinate Mariana. Charm can only make people become your friends, not slaves. They can obey general orders, but once it involves life safety or some high-risk tasks, not to mention agreeing, even the spell effect will be broken instantly.

Making sure the werewolf wouldn't lose control any time soon, Aenarion grabbed the tattered cloth and followed her back to the deck.

Not until Aenarion left did Indrognir heave a long sigh of relief. His young cheeks turned red, and he leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Under his young chest, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

How strange! He wasn't this handsome before? How come after awakening as a warlock, his face became so handsome? Every detail was in line with my own aesthetic point. Fortunately, I learned how to control facial expressions from my father and brother, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself just now.

At this moment, the Pride of Caesar was still on the dark sea, chasing and firing at eight Venetian ships. A Venetian sailboat was chasing very close, and the two sides were only a hundred meters apart! The elf pirates bent their bows and shot out dark clouds of arrows. The sound of the bowstrings snapping and the arrows breaking through the air was deafening.

The leopard woman also found a favorable position and threw the rune spear in her hand into the distance again and again - she could really throw the spear onto the enemy ship a hundred meters away, and the power was so terrifying that with one throw, she could pierce three or four Venetians crowded on the deck and turn them into bloody candied haws.

"You're up there? How's it going? Have you found Indragnir? Archers, focus your fire on the artillery of the ship in the middle!"

Seeing Aenarion coming onto the deck, Artemisia went to meet him and command the elves to fight.

"Found it, Artemisia. I want to save two slaves. What should I do..."

Aenarion had just finished his words when a purple shadow approached, and Mariana stood before them like a ghost.

"Captain! I found Indragnir! It's this cloth! A slave admitted that it was this thing that guided the Venetians!"

Aenarion rolled his eyes and shut up, pulling out the cloth with a mystical mark on it and pretending to be ecstatic.

Mariana took a quick glance and immediately recognized the two spells above. She also believed what Aenarion said. The Five-Ring Magic Permanence Spell required a ninth-level spellcaster to cast it. Aenarion was only a second-level warlock. It was impossible for him to forge such a thing to deceive her.

"Good job, get the torches to burn it, Artemisia, use the air flow control wand, and prepare to escape."

Mariana breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that everyone was out of danger.

"slow."

Artemisia stood up at this moment and looked at her captain coldly.

"Aenarion found Indrognir and saved our ships, the spoils we fought so hard for. Will you not show some appreciation for this? For example, by pardoning Aenarion's slavery?"

"What are you thinking? He is a registered high-ranking slave, and the most expensive one! I agree, do you agree, Admiral? Three tenths of the spoils on the ship must be paid to the Admiral."

Mariana shook her head and refused

.

"Well, I promise you that when we get to Smyrna and everyone is reselling goods, I will not buy your little lover away. But you have to find a way to pay for him. I won't lend you money. How do you do it?"

Mariana smiled that heart-warming smile again.

"What's the difference between this and not giving a reward? Why don't you just write him into the loss list? Our ship was chased by the Venetians, and no one knows how much damage it suffered. How about just treating him as dead?"

"What a joke! During this pursuit, only three of our brothers were shot by Venetian crossbowmen, and no one died. How could I include him in the casualty list? Three brothers were injured on the deck, and a high-class slave died in the cabin? Your account is too fake."

"That won't work. Give me two slaves to play with. I want to have a silver party. They will be sold like Aenarion when the ship docks."

Artemisia's words suddenly softened. Although she didn't know why Aenarion wanted the two slaves, he wanted both of them, so she would take them first.

A tree man once said that Bulgarians always like to reconcile and compromise. For example, if you say that the room is too dark and you need to open a window here, no one will allow it. But if you advocate removing the roof, they will compromise and be willing to open the window.

"Okay, take your pick."

Mariana thought about it and decided to choose between giving Aenarion freedom and lending her two slaves to play with.

After reaching an exchange of interests, the two leaders on the ship united again. One lit the fire and the other took the cloth, and they burned the cloth in public. The strong magical fluctuations on the silk cloth were reduced to ashes in a dazzling flame.

Amid the cheers of the pirates, the Pride of Caesar began to escape. Artemisia took a magic wand with a cyan gem on the top from the captain, stood on the top of the ship, poured magic power into it, and a cyan beam of light shot straight into the sky.

Suddenly, the wind direction changed, and the early spring westerly wind instantly turned into a raging northerly wind, and the wind speed was getting faster and faster! Caesar's Pride took advantage of the favorable wind and fled all the way south.

Artemisia waved her wand and cast a spell for the second time. The early spring westerly wind over a hundred meters away was distorted by magic and changed into a south wind, causing the pursuing sailing ship to sail against the wind and move backward instead of forward.

There was no other choice, so the Venetians had to change the direction of the bow and adjust the angle of the sail. The 15-meter-long sailing ships formed an angle of more than 30 degrees with the surging south wind and sailed to the left front. After going for a distance, they immediately changed the bow and sail direction and adjusted to the right front, and repeated this process back and forth, moving in a crooked "Z" shaped route on the sea, relying on extending the voyage to get rid of the impact of the headwind on the sailing ships.

However, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. The Pride of Caesar was sailing in a straight line with the wind, while the Venetian sailboats were sailing against the wind, taking a winding Z-shaped line. Within a few minutes, a huge distance between the two sides had opened up. It was still late at night, and the Slaanesh ship soon disappeared into the darkness.

"It's the second-ring psychic power, air flow control. It doesn't matter. This spell can only change the wind direction in a short area! We are about to leave the headwind area! Quickly track the magic frequency of that secret mark and keep biting it!"

A Venetian captain roared angrily, and several white-robed mages gathered in a circle and began to sense and track the target, but they were surprised to find that the magic frequency they had been tracking had disappeared? !

Chapter 20: Dragon's Thunder Flame

After leaving the Venetian fleet behind, the Pride of Caesar plunged into the densely packed archipelago in the western Aegean Sea. The Aegean Sea has numerous islands scattered across the sea, and the waters are extremely complex. Relying on their familiarity with the nearby waters, the pirates frantically detoured and made detours among the densely packed islands, changed the color of their sails and flags, and roughly repaired the bow.

The pirates sailed non-stop from late at night until the next afternoon, but did not see any trace of the Venetians. They finally felt relieved and collapsed on the deck, praising loudly the great name of Slaanesh and the feat of Aenarion. Then, they took advantage of the early spring westerly wind and headed eastward to the Asia Minor Peninsula, sailing towards Smyrna on the coast of the Aegean Sea, preparing to meet up with other ships in the fleet.

During these ten hours, Aenarion was trying to figure out the key to restoring his mana. Mana is roughly the equivalent of mental strength. The more you consume, the more tired your brain becomes. Only adequate sleep and rest can restore your mental strength. According to Artemisia, about eight hours of sleep is needed to restore all your mental strength.

But the problem was that I had charmed and controlled a werewolf, and she had heard a huge secret, so I had to keep the charm on all the time. The charm could only last for three hours, so I had to give her a new one every two or three hours.

If you only sleep for two and a half hours, only three points of mana can be restored. You have a total of ten points of mana. Sleeping for two and a half hours is about one-third of eight hours of sleep. Each time, only about one-third of the total mana can be restored. This thing is restored in proportion.

However, every time he cast a charm spell on the werewolf, he would consume two mana points. He was half asleep and half awake, and more than ten hours had passed in a daze. The consumed mana recovered extremely slowly. For every 3 points recovered, he would need to spend 2 points to maintain the charm spell and keep control over the werewolf.

Aenarion woke from another short nap and gave the wolf who came quietly

After casting a charm spell to maintain the control time, she had already fallen into a daze after half waking and half sleeping for six or seven times. It was a bit of a loss to take her as a magic pet. I only had six positions. What good abilities could a werewolf with only the primary mark of Slaanesh share with me? Turning into a wolf? It seemed that I had to find a way to extend the duration of magic in the future, otherwise this schedule would be a bit too much for me.

"Come on, Artemisia, let's go get our comrades back."

Aenarion washed his face with sea water, and after regaining consciousness, he took Artemisia to the cage, and then went to the prison again, where he met Irene and Indragnir. The jailer nearby was also frightened by the oppression of the deputy captain and walked away.

"I have kept my promise. Have you, Aenarion?"

Seeing the jailer walking away, Indrognir had a stern face and tried to stay calm in the face of the most beautiful fantasies in her heart. She pretended to be calm on the surface, but her body was shaking slightly with fear.

"The captain said he could lend us two slaves. I can get you two out first, and then make plans. Where are the giant sword and armor I gave you? Why don't you give them to me first, so that I won't be caught when I leave the prison later."

"Don't worry about that. I have hidden him with magic. You can just come and get him."

Irene waved her hand.

"Hurry up and get us out. This small prison has eight people in it. Your Highness doesn't even have a place to sleep. This is such a blasphemy!"

Aenarion nodded. After Artemisia knew the target, she immediately went to negotiate with the captain. Mariana was trustworthy and came to the prison again with her pet leopard and a werewolf.

"Just the two of them. I want these two to be my slave girls."

"Oh, you have good taste."

The lesbian captain looked at the faces of Irene and Indragnir, whistled frivolously, and at the same time signaled the only werewolf crew member with spellcasting ability to use reconnaissance information to see what was going on with these people.

When she found out that Irene was a level three Duskblade, her heart tightened. This guy wanted two slaves, wasn't he going to use them against me?

However, when the reconnaissance technique showed that Indrognir had been concealed and tampered with, she breathed a sigh of relief. This girl was not a professional and had no fighting ability at all. It seemed that she really wanted to have a party and relax.

Mariana opened her purple cloak, revealing her sexy and charming body. In order to facilitate transformation, the space under her cloak was hollow, with only a few leather belts tied around her slender waist and plump thighs, which fixed some daggers for self-defense and some small bags for carrying things. The brown leather strips were deeply weaved into the snow-white and plump flesh.

"Let me see, their keys are here."

Mariana pulled out a bunch of keys from a small bag on her leg ring. The size of the keys was much larger than the bag that held them. The captain picked one out, opened the prison door, and pulled out two girls in handcuffs and shackles.

"I won't remove the chains to spice things up for you. I hope the four of you have fun on the bed."

Mariana stuffed the things back into the bag and put down her cloak to cover her sexy body. She kissed Irene and Indrognir lightly on the cheek and then walked away. The four of them returned to Artemisia's room together. At this moment, the room had been cleaned up by the pirates. All the bodies had been thrown into the sea, the blood had been wiped off, and the walls torn by the shells had been mended.

"Well, there's no one here now, what use do you have for them?"

Artemisia asked, somewhat confused.

"Do you really want to have a silver party? I don't object. Let's start now?"

"No, there were too many people outside, and the Bulgarian animal was always nearby, so I couldn't tell you."

Aenarion explained immediately.

"Think about it, is the Slayer Warband scattered now? Is the Pride of Caesar a lonely ship on the sea?"

Artemisia frowned and immediately reacted.

"You mean, if I lead the elves to attack Mariana now, the captains of the other five ships and the admiral will not know what happened here, and will not be able to come to mediate and stop it. Even if we kill all the Bulgarians, we can blame their deaths on the Venetians? ... But when I lack high-quality puppets, I can't beat Mariana, and I'm not even a match for the Leopard Girl."

"That's why I saved them both. We made a pact. They would help us deal with Mariana, and I would give them their freedom."

Aenarion lay down on the bed wearily.

"Now that we have shaken off the Venetians, you don't need to command the elven pirates anymore. Tell all the elves you trust about this and tell them to prepare for action. Then, take a rest and recover. We will start the battle immediately."

"Where do we sleep then? Do you want Her Highness to sleep on the bed with you and a pagan, or on the floor?"

Irene said dissatisfiedly, but Indrognir stopped her and used his transformation ability in full view of everyone.

The gorgeous scales that matched the color of her hair, changing from light blue to purple-red, covered her thin body. Her already slender wrists and ankles became even smaller. She easily got rid of the shackles of the iron chain and turned into a young dragon that was one meter long and sixty centimeters tall. It was not even as big as a husky. Between the blue-purple dragon wing scales, there grew red hair as gorgeous as the sunset.

The dragon has red wing membranes and a small head, but it has the domineering aura of a king. Two swept-back dragon horns and some densely packed serrated dragon scales form a bony crown that rests on the top of the dragon's head. There is also a thick and sharp horn on the tip of its nose.

A pair of twinkling purple eyes, two small nostrils, and a small mouth without full teeth, all surrounded by red flames and blue thunder. The two completely different elements mixed together to form a magnificent purple thunder flame.

The young dragon flapped its crimson wing membrane covered with blue and purple scales, and tried to fly up. It spit out a piece of purple dragon flame wrapped with lightning at Irene, melting the cold iron chain into boiling hot molten iron, freeing the maid. Then it curled up in the corner of the room, covered itself with the crimson dragon wings as a quilt, closed its eyes and fell asleep. The tip of its small tail was exposed outside the dragon wings, swaying slowly.

The princess had been sitting in the palm-sized prison for several days without being able to stretch her legs, which was very tormenting. Now she just wanted to have a place to lie down.

Is this the legendary purple-scaled dragon that the Valleolius family can transform into? It looks like a hybrid of a red dragon and a blue dragon. This gorgeous color gradient is quite beautiful.

Irene sighed, and took out a complete set of Hoeth armor from her thin body, and put it on piece by piece. In an instant, she transformed from a weak maid into a majestic Hoeth magic swordsman. Then, she asked Aenarion for a piece of clothing, spread it on the dragonfly, and finally sat beside her. She also pulled out the Hoeth greatsword from a very strange place, held it in her hand, closed her eyes, and vowed to protect her master to the death.

Chapter 21: Preemptive Strike

"Lord Aenarion, I am coming."

The werewolf charmed by Aenarion was like a precise alarm clock. It woke Aenarion up again two and a half hours later. This time, his mana barely recovered to 9 points, but he was not going to continue using charm and consume precious mana.

"Artemisia, you have used up all your command times for creatures. You should have recovered some of them now, right? Control her. This person is level three, which is the limit of your control. Werewolf, don't resist."

Artemisia crawled up half asleep and half awake, and her number of commands to the creature was barely restored to a quarter, so she could use it three times. She stretched out her left hand, and a pink chain whizzed out from her palm and tied the werewolf's neck.

Now, it was completely dark, and the pirates, who had not slept for a day and a night, were all in a deep sleep. Only a few unlucky ones were on duty on the deck with sleepy eyes drooping.

"This is our last chance. The ship is heading east in a straight line. Following the westerly wind, it will be very fast. In five or six hours, we will reach Smyrna, the largest port city in the Anatolian Peninsula. Two and a half hours have passed. If we don't act now, the three of us will be sold as slaves."

Aenarion communicates with the two elves.

"I hope you can cooperate with the Slaanesh elves on the ship. Only by uniting together can we defeat Mariana - don't kill her, I have my own role to play."

"Got it. For the sake of freedom, we will cooperate with the pagans."

Indrognir can speak human language and still maintains the form of a young dragon. In dragon form, her three mental attributes, intelligence, perception, and charm have not changed, but her three physical attributes, strength, agility, and physique have been strengthened. The protective ability of her dragon scales is also considerable.

Aenarion began to cast a spell, consuming two points of magic power, and used magic to weave a set of silver-shining Eastern Roman armor similar to Irene's style, and put it on himself. After consuming an additional point of magic power, this set of astral armor became stronger. Three thousand long iron plates were stacked densely together, and the defense became stronger, from defense +1 to defense +4.

Then, he consumed 1 magic point and cast a vitality spell, and the pale spine and ribs appeared out of thin air, adding an extra 10 health points to him.

He did not consume 2 magic points to use this spell, because of the problem that blood inheritance allowed him to increase his spellcasting level by 1. Spending 1 magic point would increase 10 health points, but consuming 2 magic points would only increase it by 15 points. It was not cost-effective. Unless he encountered a situation where one-hit damage could kill everyone in an instant, it would be better to use this 1 magic point to consume it slowly.

Finally, he grabbed his musket, which had already been loaded with paper bullets, and prepared for battle.

At this moment, more than 30 elven pirates also gathered secretly. They wore scale armor or armored chest guards, purple cloaks, scimitars on their waists, and held spears and kite shields, and carried bows and arrows to fight. Although they believed in Slaanesh and became pirates, their equipment was the same as that of the Tritons of Constantinople.

"Everyone, divide into two teams. The first team will rush into the captain's room with us for a surprise attack. The second team will guard behind the captain's room to block the werewolf reinforcements. Do you understand?"

"As you wish."

The elves roared in a low voice, and then, led by four people, they quietly climbed up the ship's tower and came to Mariana's room, but surprisingly, they heard a lot of werewolf noises from inside the door.

"Captain, this is the best time for us to get rid of those damn elves. The other four captains and the admiral are not here. According to your idea, we can directly capture Artemisia and Aenarion and hold them hostage, so as to control the entire ship and make you the true captain of Caesar's Pride!"

"Yes, yes, they are probably sleeping now, now is the best time

"Opportunity! Once the ship reaches Smyrna and reunites with the admiral, there will be no hope!"

"Yes, even if there are casualties, we can put the blame on the Venetians! They are the ones who killed them all. All the dead in this civil war died gloriously in the battle with the Venetians!"

Aenarion's heart tightened. These werewolves actually thought the same as he did. Both sides wanted to take advantage of this best time to attack the other side and then put the blame on the Venetians. However, it seemed that he was one step faster now!

Aenarion raised his musket and took a shooting stance through a thin wooden wall. He couldn't even see the target through the wall, so he naturally couldn't shoot accurately. But it didn't matter. He directly cast a [Preemptive Strike] and used the prophecy spell to greatly increase the hit rate of his next attack, allowing his left eye to see the future directly.

He knew clearly what trajectory the bullet would follow in the air, where it would hit, and when it would hit. However, because he was shooting through the wooden door, the end of the trajectory was no longer a precise dot, but a large blurred area that barely covered Mariana's chest.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!

Aenarion breathed out flames without hesitation and pulled the trigger. Amidst the flames and white mist, a heavy iron bullet instantly shot through the thin wooden door, whistling across the sky, and smashed into Mariana's right shoulder, creating a bunch of scarlet blood! Her slender right arm fell down helplessly in the blood, drooping limply on the captain's waist.