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"Brothers, come on! I'm already annoyed with these Bulgarian barbarians! Gouge out their eyes! For the thirsty lady!!!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the Greek elves, who had a long-standing grudge against the Bulgarians, let out an earth-shaking roar. They kicked open the door and quickly rushed into the captain's room. Inside the spacious room, they formed a neat and uniform shield wall, trying to defeat the powerful werewolf with their numerical advantage. Spears condensed into a dense steel forest and steadily advanced forward. Several elves behind them bent their bows and drew their arrows. One by one, the white-feathered arrows accurately passed over their companions' heads and ears, whistling at the werewolf in front of them!

"Protect the captain! Kill these elves!"

Seeing Mariana's right shoulder shattered by the iron bullet, the werewolves panicked and immediately stood up to meet the enemy. A werewolf brandished a huge sword and rushed forward. With fierce and powerful sword moves, he cut off three spear heads in succession and broke into the inside of the shield wall. Then he quickly switched to the form of a giant wolf, using all four claws to climb and jump over the wall of shields, rushed into the elves' formation, and bit an elf's throat to pieces.

On the other side, a Bulgarian transformed into a giant wolf that was two point six meters long. The chain mail on his body was filled to the brim with the flesh and blood of the beast and was about to break. The giant wolf pounced at the shield wall. The wolf head, which was not protected by the chain mail, was pierced by five or six spears and was bloody. It had to retreat. The blood dripped from his bloody wolf skull and bloomed into beautiful plum blossoms on the deck.

Seeing the soldiers of both sides fighting each other, Artemisia commanded the battle with a frosty face. The werewolf under her control let out a creepy roar and pounced on Mariana. At the same time, her right hand turned into a 1.3-meter-long crescent-shaped scimitar and launched a surprise attack from the side!

"clang!!!"

Mariana was worthy of being a level five professional. Her resistance was totally different from that level two Venetian soldier. She tore a piece of cloth from her cloak and bandaged the bloody wound on her right shoulder. She wielded the giant sword with her left hand to block Artemisia's attack. Her pet Leopard Girl quickly turned into a leopard and pounced, rolling together with the attacking werewolf. The fangs and claws of the two beasts bit each other's throats, and the two beasts bit each other cruelly.

The two gangs of Slaanesh believers, with the instigation of Aenarion, finally broke out into a civil war. Both sides brandished weapons, shouted the name of the evil god, and fought each other fanatically. Artemisia, the Slaanesh Paladin, was better at healing and enchantment, and was indeed no match for Mariana in close combat.

However, now the captain of Caesar's Pride, the Bulgarian leopard, had his right shoulder shot through by a musket, and his fighting power was greatly reduced. At this moment, he actually fought to a draw with Artemisia.

At the same time, the leopard woman bit off the werewolf's throat, raised her blood-stained leopard head, looked around the battlefield, and thought about where to join the battle. Finally, she was like a golden lightning, following the gap in the shield wall opened by the werewolves, and jumped to the back of the battlefield. Her sturdy muscles rose and fell with her graceful steps, rippling golden waves in the air, and her amber eyes stared coldly at Aenarion's body.

Fresh blood dripped from her long fangs, and invisible murderous intent spread along with the smell of blood!

The master said that Artemisia's weakness is the male slave in front of him. As long as he is captured alive, he can threaten Artemisia to stop and win this civil war!

As soon as Aenarion finished loading the bullets, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression coming towards him, like a sea of ​​blood, stretching over his head, making every cell in his body tremble and scream.

In the last battle, I played all my cards, used all my amplification and prophecy spells, but I still couldn't defeat this leopard, even if I used all my strength.

Even though he tried his best to gain the upper hand, his opponent's claw attack easily neutralized it.

But this time, he still has two allies, so he can give it a try!

Irene, wearing armor and holding a huge sword, stood on his left. Indrognir flapped its wings like a flying cat, flying over his head. Aenarion raised his musket first, but instead of shooting, he charged at the leopard woman!

Chapter 22: Psychic Tank

Seeing Aenarion charging first, Leopard Girl was a little confused. He had already loaded his bullets, so why didn't he shoot? Instead, he fought me in close combat?

However, the last time she launched a mid-air pounce, this guy took the opportunity to snipe her heart and she almost lost her life. This time, the Leopard Woman directly restored her human form, twisted her slender and toned waist slightly, and easily dodged the musket thrust. The rune spear in her right hand shot out like a dragon, whistling and hitting Aenarion's forehead!

An ordinary person might have died from this blow, but the psychic bones wrapped in silver star matter blocked the sharp spear tip tightly. Even though it was shattered, it did not allow the spear tip to move forward even a single step.

"I'll get her attention! You two attack!"

Aenarion roared. Although he had double magic protection, it was still difficult for him to take her attack. The blow just now made his brain tremble, but at least he took it.

Irene rushed to the right side of the Leopard Girl, chanting mysterious spells. A series of azure arcane thunders wrapped around her right hand, and were then guided and transmitted to the blade of the Greatsword of Hoeth. The azure lightning illuminated the room in the night as if it were daytime. The air also expanded rapidly under the scorching electric current, erupting with bursts of terrifying thunder roars!

The first move of this Hothian swordsman was a killing move. Duskblade's signature ability: Arcane Channeling, can channel close-range magic into the weapon, and with one attack, simultaneously deal weapon damage and magic burst. At this moment, she has integrated [Electric Claws] into her greatsword's slashing attack.

[Electric Claw]: A first-level magic, consuming 1 mana point, close contact with the enemy, releasing lightning, causing 1~6 lightning damage. (For every additional 1 mana point consumed, the damage increases by 1~6 points, and the maximum consumption of 5 mana points causes 5~30 lightning damage.)

"It's not over yet!"

Irene raised the giant sword of Hoeth wrapped in thunder high up, and at the moment of slashing down, she cast another magic. In an instant, drops of scarlet blood emerged from the skin of her hands, and then turned into a stream of blood, continuously drawing her blood and life to the giant sword. The blue lightning suddenly turned into a strange scarlet color, and the power was soaring! It also made her bloodless skin look even paler and weaker.

[Blood Blade]: A first-level magic that consumes 1 point of magic power and 5 points of health. Blood will wrap around the blade, increasing the damage of the next attack by 3 to 18 points.

鲜血与雷霆交织，这让巨剑6~17的伤害，额外增加了3~18的闪电伤害、3~18点的鲜血伤害、总伤害值高达12~55！再加上她那把剑的法伤+5，这个伤害数字再一次飙升到了22~65。

The terrifying burst damage capability of Duskblade was clearly revealed in this Hothian swordsman.

"Roar!"

At the same time that Irene attacked the right side, Indrognir transformed into a young dragon and also attacked the left side, using its dragon kiss wrapped in purple thunder flames to bite the Leopard Woman's neck fiercely!

"Is this all you can do?!"

The Leopard Woman was not afraid of being attacked from both sides. She clenched the two-meter-long spear in her right hand and swept it across. With the advantage of the length of the weapon, she first hit Dusk Blade Irene, whose giant sword was only 1.6 meters long. With the overwhelming advantage of strength, she knocked her and the giant sword wrapped in blood-red thunder flying together, and they hit the wall of the room heavily.

Her slender wheat-colored left arm was bulging with muscles, and even had tufts of golden hair with rose-like patterns.

This man had such meticulous control over the beast power of the lycanthrope that he could transform one of his arms into the form of a leopard and directly pinch Indrognir's throat. His sharp claws popped out from the thick flesh pads and squeezed the weak scales of the young dragon, causing her to cough up several balls of purple flames wrapped in thunder while screaming.

Very good, I caught one, I'll kill this whelp first! Then Aenarion with his musket, and finally the Duskblade!

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a creepy sound came into the ears of the Leopard Woman. She glanced and found that Aenarion had pulled the trigger. The iron cover of the musket popped open, revealing the medicine pool, which could be ignited and fired at any time. The black muzzle was aimed at her heart.

The scene frightened her so much that she broke out in a cold sweat. Not wanting to be hit by the damn musket again, she had to throw away Indrognir and attack Aenarion with all her might using her claws and spear!

No, I have to deal with this guy first! There's a young dragon here, and a Duskblade is watching. I don't have any armor on me, so getting hit by a musket is no joke!

"Cang! Cang!"

Seeing that the Leopard Woman's attention had returned to him, Aenarion did not fire or shoot. Instead, he used his silver armor and psychic bones to withstand her two attacks. He was beaten back by the impact and almost fell to the ground. The bones built with psychic energy were riddled with holes and shattered.

But it didn't matter. When she attacked, Aenarion's eyes glowed purple.

, took a defensive stance, cast a spell, summoned a new skeleton, and protected himself.

Now, I still have 4 mana points and can use [Vitality] four times!

After obtaining the apprentice robe and upgrading the [Inert Armor] spell, Aenarion, a second-level warlock, has a defense of 8. If he spends all his remaining mana on Vitality, his health can be stacked to 56.

The defense of this level 7 Leopard Girl is 39 and her health is only . Let's see who can outlast the other!

As the Leopard Woman attacked Aenarion, Indragnir and Aelin attacked again.

The Panther Woman was a little flustered at the moment and was about to deal with them, but that damn Aenarion pulled the trigger again. The "click" sound of the mechanical device made her shudder. She subconsciously grabbed the barrel of the gun, moved the black muzzle away from herself, and stabbed Aenarion in the heart with a spear, but still failed to break his defense, and only once again made the bone armor full of holes.

The next moment, a giant sword wrapped in blood-red thunder heavily slashed the leopard girl's smooth jade back, tearing a huge wound that spread from the right shoulder to the left hip. The shoulder strap that contained the spear and the leopard skin bra were cut off by the sword. Several pieces of cloth fell down like fallen leaves. The two round, jade-like snow-white mountains also lost their restraints and cover. Along with the leopard girl's movements, fragrant flesh-colored ripples were rippling in the air.

And amidst the deafening roar of thunder, streaks of blood-red lightning quickly spread, climbing towards her limbs and bones, clicking and paralyzing her body, causing her to let out a scream of delight, and a pair of rubies on the mountains also became engorged and stood upright under the stimulation of the clicking.

At the same time, the young dragon bit the leopard girl's neck and burned her flesh with purple thunder flames.

In the midst of severe pain, the Leopard Woman's beautiful face once again revealed a look of joy. Although her temples were covered with sweat and her body was trembling slightly because of the pain, her red lips actually made seductive moans, as if the severe pain was a kind of enjoyment for her.

"Keep attacking! This Leopard Girl can keep recovering health! If you fail to kill or stun her, she will slowly recover from any serious damage!"

Aenarion took a step back, and with lingering fear, he quickly cast a vitality spell, summoning a third intact set of psychic bones, and pulled the trigger again to attract the leopard woman to attack him.

The hit rate of the musket is too low, and it is worth saving mana to save your life. You cannot use prophecy to assist in shooting, otherwise it will be embarrassing if you miss.

Moreover, as long as he doesn't fire the musket, he can cause a very terrifying deterrent to the Leopard Woman, constantly attracting her attention and hatred. Anyway, this time he has teammates to deal damage!

I still have magic power and two protective spells. Not to mention among the elves, even if I add these two Bulgarian female leopards, I am the strongest in terms of defense on the ship of Caesar's Pride! I have the most HP! It's just that my attack is not so good.

As long as I can attract the hatred of the Leopard Girl and let the other two people output, this game is a sure win.

At this moment, the leopard woman was numb. The Duskblade and the young dragon were not that strong. It would only take her a few claws to kill them. However, this damn Aenarion kept scaring her with a gun, forcing her to give up the two of them. She could only deal with this weak second-level warlock first.

But, what the hell, how come this weak second-level warlock has such high defense?! My leopard claws were blocked by that damn astral armor several times! Even if I succeeded in hitting him, I could only tear his bones and could not hurt his body! This weak spellcaster actually seems to have higher defense than me? Didn’t I see that last time I beat him?

What the Leopard Woman didn't know was that Aenarion had no means to hurt her last time. Even if she had been using defensive spells to protect her life, she was only delaying the time of her own death. So she had no intention of fighting her at all and just ran away.

And now, he has teammates who can attack while he is taunting and attracting hatred, continuously draining the beast's blood!

Seeing that Aenarion had firmly absorbed the hatred of the Leopard Woman, Aelin and Indrognir accelerated their offensive, harassing her frantically on both sides and behind, leaving the Leopard Woman covered in wounds. Although the Mark of Slaanesh could continue to restore her life, the injuries she recovered from could not match the speed at which her life was slipping away.

"Roar!!!"

In extreme anger and frustration, the Leopard Woman could not care less at this moment. She lowered her body, and her wild and sexy body instantly transformed into a burly and agile leopard. The beast kicked the deck with its four claws, and the whole person flew out like a spring, disappearing directly into the sight of the three people. The speed was so fast that the elf's dynamic vision could not capture it at all!

Aenarion was stunned for a moment. The leopard had already jumped to the wall behind him. Its four furry paws pushed the wall hard. The whole beast pounced like lightning and hit Aenarion's back directly! The huge impact force knocked it to the ground. Its ferocious fangs and four sharp paws were frantically scratching the fourth piece of white bones protected by psychic energy!

Why is this thing so hard? Can't it be knocked off even with a single pounce?!

Seeing her companions withdrawing their attack, Irene's sword was once again wrapped in blood-red terrifying thunder. With a sweep, she forced the Catwoman to jump off Aenarion's body. Indrognir took a deep breath and spewed out a purple thunder flame, forcing her to flee again. Aenarion took the opportunity to stand up, summoned the fifth pale skeleton, and gently protected his body!

There is still a little magic value!

"Hu-hu-"

The Leopard Woman stuck out her tongue and panted heavily. She was already very tired after not sleeping for more than ten hours in order to escape the Venetians. She just dozed off for two hours, but it was completely unable to offset the fatigue. She was covered in wounds from the beatings of the two elves just now, and the frequent and rapid treatments also consumed her energy. At this moment, she had been forced into a desperate situation by the three elves, and after keeping a distance from them, she didn't even dare to get close to attack.

Seeing that the leopard didn't dare to approach, Irene tilted her sword to the ground, stretched out her left hand, made a seal, chanted a spell, and used burning flames to forge an elemental arrow, which whizzed towards the leopard. Indrognir also cast the same spell, and two flaming arrows whizzed past. One missed the target and was heavily nailed to the wall, but the other hit her lower back, adding a new fiery wound to her scarred body.

The shoulder strap that held the spear of the Leopard Woman was cut off, and the spear was dropped where it lay after she turned back into a leopard. It was an extremely unwise choice for a warrior without a ranged weapon to fight a warlock and a Duskblade at range. Watching the elf and the dragon continue to cast spells, and Aenarion also took out his gun and aimed and shot, the Leopard Woman could only bite the bullet and launch another charge!

This time, she was charging towards the three of them. Aenarion held a musket in his hand and, according to the Greek spearman drill manual, he made a very standard spearman's anti-cavalry stance, with his shining bayonet directly across the Leopard Woman's charge path!

“Sizzle!!!”

The man and the leopard collided heavily, and the huge impact force knocked Aenarion to the ground. The arm bones, which would have been dislocated or even shattered by this impact, were intact under the protection of the psychic bones. He just fell.

The Leopard Woman's shoulder was stabbed fiercely by the bayonet. The force was mutual. The harder she rushed, the more severe the damage from the bayonet. At this moment, the bayonet blade was completely embedded in her left shoulder, and blood gushed out from the wound.

"Get her!!!"

Aenarion's eyes emitted a purple halo, and he held down the seriously injured leopard tightly. Aenarion seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger again. The flame spell was released after a three-second reading. A bright flame flew into the barrel of the gun under the horrified eyes of the leopard girl, detonating the bullet wrapped in oil paper.

Instantly, an extremely heavy iron bullet whistled out amidst the loud noise of the black powder explosion, entering her left shoulder and exiting her right hip, crushing half of her internal organs in the flying white smoke and bright firelight! It created a bunch of bright red flowers of blood in the air!

The shot caused the Leopard Woman's pupils to dilate, blood to flow from all her orifices, and she fainted and collapsed in a pool of blood. The terrifying thing was that she was not dead yet. The mark of Slaanesh on her chest was still slowly healing her injuries.

"These evil gods are really generous. It seems that if they don't kill her, she can recover from her serious injuries."

Irene muttered, swung the giant sword, and was about to chop off her head, but was stopped by Aenarion - as long as he took Mariana, the leopard woman's master, as his magical pet, she would be one of his most valiant fighters. He finally knocked her out and captured her alive, and you can kill her just like that?

Chapter 23: Slash of the Evil

Aenarion grabbed the Panther Woman's wrists, pulled her fit and well-proportioned body, and stood up against the wall. The Bulgarian was only about 1.67 meters tall, and as a high elf, he was 2 meters tall. With the advantage of height, he easily lifted her up high, letting her bare feet leave the ground. Her beautiful head drooped down weakly, her black ponytail loosened, and her long black and beautiful hair slid down like a waterfall.

Inarion grabbed her rune spear with his left hand, and the sharp tip of the spear easily pierced her wheat-colored palms. Amid the leopard girl's faint gasps, he nailed it firmly to the wall. The sound of the wooden pole rubbing against flesh was creepy. Finally, half of the two-meter-long rune spear pierced into the other side of the wall.

After securing the prisoner, Aenarion was still a little worried, so he found a piece of rope, tied her wrists tightly to the spear shaft, and tied a very strong Brin knot. Then he took the two elves back to the battlefield.

At this moment, the seven werewolves and the thirty elves were evenly matched. Artemisia and Mariana were fighting fiercely, but neither of them could win. Even though her right hand was severely injured and she could not use weapons, she could still swing the sword with her left hand and deal with the enemy.

But now, three more professionals have joined the battlefield, all of them are noble spellcasters, which immediately changed the balance of the war.

Mariana watched the three people enter her room, her expression changed instantly, Nidalee lost? How is this possible?

"Just surrender, Mariana. For the sake of our friendship, I won't kill you."

A smile appeared on Artemisia's cold face. She accelerated her attack, and her bloody scimitar drew magnificent phantoms in the air. The attack became more and more fierce and fierce.

"It looks like the situation has been resolved. Your Highness, you can take a rest. I will take care of the rest."

Irene picked up the greatsword of Hoeth, bypassed the shield wall of the high elves from the flank, and joined the attack on Mariana with the cooperation of Artemisia's flesh scimitar. The three weapons collided with each other in the air, and she was beaten back step by step.

Aenarion only had a little magic point left at this moment, and he had to use charm to control the captain.

Without the support of prophecy spells, his accuracy with muskets was

Without any confidence, she used it as a spear and joined the battle with the two women. For a moment, spears stabbed, scimitars flew, and giant swords chopped heavily. The three of them attacked together, making Mariana embarrassed and unable to do anything. The four weapons kept colliding with each other in the air, splashing sparks all over the sky!

Mariana's resistance became slower and slower. Her plump and sexy body was sometimes scratched by the spear and sometimes cut by the scimitar. The dripping blood dyed her expensive purple robe red. Her mature and beautiful face became paler due to excessive blood loss.

If her right arm had not been injured, the situation might have turned around. But now, it was impossible for her, a right-handed person, to wield the giant sword with her left arm alone to resist the fierce attack of three people. If she turned into a leopard, she would lose the ability to move due to the injury to her right front paw, making it even more difficult for her to fight against the current situation!

Artemisia seized the opportunity, and when Mariana swung her sword to block Irene's giant sword of Hoeth wrapped with blue lightning, she chanted a blessing hymn in praise of the hungry lady. The crescent scimitar in her right hand, which was transformed from flesh and blood, burst into a burst of enchanting and strange pink magic fire, and beams of hot pink flames shot straight into the sky!

The blinding flames instantly turned the entire dark room into an enchanting and eerie peach-pink color. The air in the entire room also rapidly soared in this enchanting pink flame, making the fighting people sweat profusely. The rolling heat waves distorted and interfered with everyone's vision. The flame on Artemisia's blade was like a peach-pink sun in the dark night!

The professional ability of the Slaanesh Paladin, Slash of Evil, consumes a little mana to increase the next slash's damage by 2 to 16 points of Evil Flame. The more mana consumed, the greater the damage will be.

She clenched her right wrist with her left hand, and chopped downward with both hands, leaving a gorgeous knife mark in the air. The sharp scimitar tore her flesh and bones, and the billowing magic fire burned her cloak and flesh. The blood just flowed out of the wound when it was evaporated into a mass of miserable blood mist by the scorching magic fire, and the wound itself was burned into black charcoal by the magic flames.

Mariana, who was already covered in wounds, was suddenly hit by the double blow of physical force and evil flames. She immediately let out a shrill scream. Her legs went limp and she fell to the ground powerlessly. Then her eyes rolled back and she fainted completely. Her delicate body wrapped in a purple robe swayed twice, and then withered like a fallen leaf and fell to the ground.

Seeing Mariana fall, the remaining werewolves howled in fear. They lost all morale. With the sea all around them, they had nowhere to escape and had no choice but to surrender.

Aenarion heaved a sigh of relief and cast a charm on the unconscious and defenseless Mariana. The invisible mental shock easily shattered her unguarded consciousness barrier and tampered with her memory and cognition.

"Successful, wake her up."

Artemisia nodded and used the holy healing power of the Slaanesh Paladin. Gentle pink flames burned at her wounds, healing and recovering Mariana's injuries.

After a while, the captain opened his eyes again and looked around in confusion. Aenarion was a little curious. When he used charm on Artemisia, she thought that in the previous fight between the two of them, she failed when playing the suffocation game and fell unconscious. So what would this guy become after being tampered with by the charm?

"Really, sister, you are too stingy. I paid for his redemption, but you don't want me to have him all to myself. You are so stingy that you start an internal fight."

Mariana struggled to stand up and said dejectedly,

"Forget it, sister, I won't eat alone anymore. How about this? I'll pay for his redemption, but you get one, three, five, and seven, and I get two, four, and six? Let's divide him."

It turns out that the purpose was changed directly.

"You lesbian, go find another woman to play with. Why are you trying to steal my man? He's mine!"

Artemisia still hated the Bulgarian.

"Before you two quarrel, quickly persuade your little pet, the leopard girl, she has always wanted to capture me alive."