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In other words, the cost of arming a powerful professional is also astronomical.

After counting the spoils, Aenarion looked at the crying little princess hiding in the darkness. He roughly guessed what she was thinking, sat beside her, and stroked her gorgeous long hair with a gradient of blue and purple to comfort her.

"Don't cry, maybe things are not what you think, maybe

, it’s just that the governor of this one small island betrayed Venice.”

"But they are the Janissaries! Professional soldiers who are directly under the command of the Sultan, Warmaster, or Prince. Jack is just the governor of a small island. Even if he surrenders to the enemy, how could he get support from the Janissaries?! Something must have happened to the Commercial Republic of Venice during this period!"

Indrognir wiped his tears and sobbed.

"I finally made up my mind to sacrifice myself for the empire, but now, I..."

"Look at it in a positive light. If something really happened in Venice, wouldn't you have just escaped? If you were married there and something happened, that would be a disaster. Isn't this lucky?"

Aenarion counselled and consoled the little princess as if she were a child.

"Let's go to the Peloponnese first. Although it is part of the Eastern Roman Empire, it may not be safe. Don't tell everyone that you are a princess. Use the [Hide Information] spell. Be good, and things will definitely turn around."

"Thank you, thank you."

Indrognir sobbed twice more. This week's wandering was too tiring for a royal princess. She cried and fell asleep leaning on Aenarion's broad shoulders. Aenarion was also tired, and fell asleep with his back against the mast to recover his consumed magic power.

After a while, Indrognir was awakened by the cry of seagulls. She stared at Aenarion's handsome sleeping face. His peerless beauty always showed the most beautiful and brilliant fantasies in her heart, which made the little princess' heart beat fast.

During these seven days, he first took me away from the fleet of Slaanesh pirates, then protected me when I left the Ottoman city, and now he rescued me from the hands of the Venetians. He was as brave as the prince on a white horse in a fairy tale book. If reality could be as beautiful as a fairy tale, it would be great.

Indrognir shook his head and said, "No, no, I can't stare at her anymore. I am a princess of the empire, and she was just a small official before she lost her memory. My destiny is not something I can decide."

The Peloponnese Peninsula is located more than 100 kilometers west of Naxos. It is not far away, but it is against the wind. The small sailboat drifted for almost a day before reaching the outline of the peninsula. The white sandy beaches, green woods, and majestic mountains towering into the clouds were all displayed before them.

"I have lost my memory and have forgotten a lot of things. Can you tell me about the situation in the Peloponnese?"

Aenarion was somewhat curious about what the Peloponnese looked like in this fantasy world.

"The Peloponnese Peninsula consists of eight mountains, one river, and one plain. Eighty percent of the land is rolling mountains. In ancient Greece, this place was the territory of the Spartan elves. The ruins of the ancient city of Sparta and the current city of Mystras were built at the junction of the mountains and the plains."

Indragnir remembered every tree and blade of grass in Greece very clearly.

"In the towering mountains of Sparta, there used to be all kinds of giant dragons living there. They and all kinds of strange creatures gave rise to many sub-dragon species in the mountains. In ancient times, the brave and warlike Spartan elves signed a covenant with giant dragons or sub-dragons, rode real dragons or dragon beasts, and fought with spears and shields. Their combat power was terrifying.

This kind of elf who can fight alongside dragons or other dragon beasts is called the Dragon Prince by us, and another name for Sparta is Caledor.

Once upon a time, three hundred dragon princes were able to hold off the Persian Mind Flayer's million-strong slave army at Thermopylae without retreating a single step. One can imagine how brave they were. But now, the giant dragons and sub-dragons in the mountains, along with that glorious Spartan city-state, have disappeared into the long river of history. Now, if you ride a horse with a trace of dragon blood, you can be called a dragon prince. How ridiculous."

"Now, who is the ruler here?"

Aenarion demanded.

"It's my brother, Thomas Valleoligues."

Indrognir's expression became somewhat ashamed.

"The current emperor of the empire, Constantine XI, is the eighth child. I am my father's ninth daughter, and the Grand Duke who rules the Peloponnese is my father's tenth and last son, Thomas Palaeologus.

Unlike me, he is a true genius. He is three years younger than me, but now he is a level 7 warlock! I am only level 2, and my upgrade speed is no different from that of ordinary professionals. "

Thomas Palaeologus, Aenarion thought for a moment and remembered this person. He himself did not leave much record in history, but his daughter was the famous Princess Sophia. After living in the Eastern Roman Empire, she married to Moscow, allowing the future Russian Empire to gain the strong claim of "Third Rome".

Just as the two were chatting, several ominous black shadows suddenly appeared at the stern. Aenarion used the beast curse to transform himself into a falcon. With the help of countless sensors and cones, his eyes could easily see the scene dozens of kilometers away. The black shadows were three small sailboats, and standing on them were Governor Jack and eight Janissaries wearing Gothic plate armor and disguised as European knights!

So fast! They are already catching up!

Chapter 37: Wrath of the Dragonling

"Artemisia, speed up! They're catching up!"

Aenarion nervously entered a state of combat readiness.

"How far are we from Mystras? These Venetians and the Ottoman Yeni

Cherry, it is impossible to chase into the city port of the Eastern Roman Empire!"

"We still have some way to go. The terrain and coastline of the Peloponnese Peninsula are very fragmented. We still have to take a detour."

Artemisia took out her magic wand and changed the wind direction in a small range to increase the speed of her own ship. However, the three pursuing sailboats used some strange technology to speed up crazily and were getting closer and closer!

After a while, the gap between the two sides was only two hundred meters. Several Janissaries disguised as Western European plate-armored knights stood at the bow, drawing their bows and arrows two hundred meters away. Aenarion protected Artemisia, who was sailing the boat, behind him, holding up his shield, and allowed the arrows to hit the wooden boards and shields of his own ship, making Aenarion's left arm holding the shield a little numb.

Is it possible to have such accuracy and power even at a distance of 200 meters? !

"Leave it to me. They don't dare to kill me. Just watch me burn their ships to ashes!!!"

Indrognir wiped the slightly red and swollen corners of his eyes and spoke viciously, as if venting his resentment from yesterday.

She quickly transformed into a dragon hatchling. Her blood-red wings rolled up violent air currents, carrying her nimble and petite dragon body high into the sky, like a gorgeous blue-purple lightning bolt, leaping into the blue sky.

Indrognir took a deep breath, and a terrifying dragon breath brewed in his stomach. Violent purple flames burned fiercely in the dragon's stomach. The bright flames could be seen even through the dragon scales on her belly, making her a dazzling purple sun in the sky.

"Indragnir! She's coming!"

The Venetians took out fishing nets, harpoons and other things, as if they wanted to capture the dragon alive. The young dragon folded its wings and swooped down from the sky like a meteor. When it flew over a sailboat, it suddenly opened its mouth wide, and its abnormally developed stomach and throat muscles went all out, roaring out all the dragon flame stored in its upper stomach!

Suddenly, purple dragon flames wrapped in thunder roared down from the sky like a surging waterfall or a collapsed building. The burning purple lightning covered half of the ship. The high-temperature dragon flames easily dried and ignited the damp wood that had been soaked in seawater for years. What was even more troublesome was that the sails, the driving force of the sailboat, were also ignited by the dragon flames! The whole ship slowly slowed down and stopped in place.

After the attack succeeded, Indrognir quickly spread his wings, raised his altitude, and flew to the sky where the group of people could not attack him to rest.

Dragon's breath is actually a misname given by humans, because dragon flame is not exhaled through the lungs and respiratory system, but spit out through the stomach and digestive system. In theory, it is more similar to human vomiting rather than breathing, and each dragon breath requires a period of time to rest.

Indrognir rubbed his belly and felt that he had recovered enough. He once again gathered the elemental magic in his body, burning a violent purple flame in his stomach, and dived towards the second sailboat!

"Can't we really kill her?! This dragon cub is coming for our sails! Once it burns, our ship won't be able to chase! Even if I can shoot her half to death, it will be fine!"

A Janissary deliberately pulled out a conical armor-piercing arrow. He was confident that he could shoot through the young dragon's thin scales with one arrow.

"You are fucking crazy! Put down the arrow! She is the ninth sister of the Eastern Roman Emperor! One of the few remaining real dragons in the world! She is extremely noble, and all of you slave soldiers combined are not worth as much as one of her teeth! You actually want to kill her?! This hybrid of a red and blue dragon can't swim. If she gets hurt and falls into the sea, she might drown!"

Governor Jack pressed the Janissary's arm in panic.

"Wait for her to come over! The other two ships are too far away, beyond the range of my spells. As long as she comes over and burns our sails, I can use a spell to imprison her!"

Jack stopped all the Janissaries from shooting arrows and watched helplessly as the second sailboat was ignited by the dragon flames that fell from the sky. The crew hurriedly threw wooden barrels tied with ropes into the sea and poured buckets of cold sea water on the hull to extinguish the purple dragon flames. However, the sails were made of cloth and burned too quickly. They had time to save the hull but not the sails. The entire sailboat gradually slowed down, stopped on the sea, and drifted with the waves.

Now, the only ones left were the ship carrying the Janissaries and Governor Jack.

Indrognir glanced at the second-level mage who had prepared his spell and was waiting for him to swoop down, and the eight fourth-level warriors who were full of murderous intent. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. He was still a young dragon, and the range of his dragon breath was limited. If he wanted to burn the ship, he would also be within the range of the mage.

But she was not the only one fighting. Seeing that the two sides were in a stalemate, Aenarion placed his musket on his shield and cast [Preemptive Strikes]. His right eye saw the present, while his left eye saw the future, seeing what trajectory the lead bullet would draw in the air and how it would hit Governor Jack's body.

"boom!!!"

Amid a deafening roar, a lead bullet whistled out of the barrel and shot into the distance, forcing the governor to quickly deploy an arcane shield and narrowly block Aenarion's bullet. However, his precious chance to cast a spell was used to save his life, not to imprison the young dragon, because Drognir seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and descended from the sky like lightning, pouring gorgeous purple flames over the third sailing ship, and while Jack was chanting the spell, he flew out of his ship at a speed three times that of a warhorse charge.

Casting range.

"Pray to your gods! Bastards, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll only burn your sails, not your boats!"

Indrognir landed at the stern of the ship and roared fiercely at the Venetians who had lost the power of the sails and were trapped on the sea, and he blew a cloud of purple smoke into the sky as if to show off.

Although they had spare sails and ropes, hanging them up would take too much time. Artemisia seized the opportunity and sailed at full speed, distanced herself from the three ships, and quickly sailed into Ision, stopping in the harbor with a purple double-headed eagle flag flying. Aenarion looked at the high elf spearmen wearing Eastern Roman armor and holding spears and shields, or the imperial elf archers with longbows and feathered arrows around the harbor, and finally felt relieved.

You, the Eastern Roman Empire, would never betray your own people, right?

Chapter 38: Is there a prince who has been in power for 60 years?

The group led the four captured war horses and cautiously set foot on Ision. Indrognir learned his lesson and used spells and clothes to cover his information and face, completely hiding his identity. Aenarion began to look for sailors to ask.

"Hello, friend. We sailed here from far away. We were delayed for a long time on the road and are a little out of touch with the world. Is there any big news recently?"

The sailors at the port looked up at them when they heard the sound, and when they found that they were all elves, they had no scruples and started chatting with them.

"There is no big news in the country, but a rebellion broke out in Venice. Dandolo, a human with a life as short as a mayfly, actually lived for more than 300 years and outlived his four sons and four successors."

So, after seeing the tragic fate of his brothers, the heir to the Governor of Venice, who was now in his seventies, roared that there was no prince in the world who could only live for sixty years, and launched a rebellion against his father, trying to seize the position of Governor of Venice from the old blind man. Haha, poor short-lived man, he only lived for three hundred years, and his son was thinking about the old thing and extorting gold coins from him. "

"Huh? He's been the governor for over 200 years, so he must have run Venice very well. Couldn't he have suppressed his own son's rebellion?"

Aenarion was somewhat surprised that something had really happened in Venice.

“I don’t know. This place is far from Venice, and we don’t understand the details of what happened. However, a few days ago, a huge transport fleet was heading towards Venice. Hanging on the ship was the eagle flag of the Seventh Janissary Legion: The Sultan’s Fist. There were also many heavy artillery pieces on board!

Did you know that the Sultan's Fist is the throne legion of the current Sultan: Murad II? The Janissaries of this legion have accompanied the Sultan since he was a child. They are the most loyal and best-equipped legion of the current Sultan, without a doubt.

During the Venetian Civil War, the Ottomans sent their most elite Throne Legion. I don't believe you when you say that the prince did not collude with the Ottoman Empire. There have been rumors recently that he promised that after becoming the governor of Venice, he would cede several colonial islands in the Aegean Sea to the Ottomans and give them great concessions in trade, which is why the Sultan provided such generous assistance."

The sailor also became curious. Working at the dock, he received information from all over the world, which made him know everything and want to say everything.

Several people looked at each other silently. No wonder a team of Janissaries entered the small island in the Aegean Sea. It turned out that the old governor who was pro-Eastern Roman and the new governor who was pro-Ottoman had a fight. This Jack was most likely on the side of Dandolo's son.

I must never go to Venice again. I might be captured by the Ottomans as soon as I enter Venice. I can't trust Venetians from other places either. Only God knows which side they are on in this civil war.

Indrognir gave a wink, and after the five of them chatted for a while, they said goodbye to the sailor and returned to the ship.

"Aenarion, thank you for your escort. Our deal may need to be slightly modified."

Indragnir sighed.

"Let's not go to Venice, let's set sail back to Constantinople. As long as you escort me home, my promise to give you a galley will not change."

"can."

Aenarion thought about it and decided that it didn't matter where they went, as long as they were given a boat.

"But how do we get there? Governor Jack and the eight Janissaries are blocking us outside the port of Ixion. Should we take the land route instead?"

Maid Irene unfolded the map of the Aegean coast again and thought carefully for a while.

"Yes, we can go by land, over the mountains of the Peloponnese, to Athens, and take a ship back to Constantinople. This way we can bypass the Venetians blocking the port. We don't want the ship anymore. We can't tell you where it came from, and we can't sell it."

After the discussion, several people set off immediately. Ision is not even a city, but a small seaport town. No one can afford the two sets of Gothic full body plate armor at the market. Fortunately, there are dimensional bags that ignore the weight and volume of items, otherwise these two pieces of heavy armor will be difficult to transport. The little princess paid for a lot of grass, soybeans, carrots and apples out of her own pocket as feed for the war horses.

Artemisia, the Slaanesh Paladin, had a nightmare that burned with the fire of Slaanesh. The Janissaries who had failed in their boarding trip contributed four castrated horses, one for each of the four men. These horses were very docile and obedient, and listened to the riders' orders very well. Several people selected a warhorse, fed it some carrots and soybeans, and stroked its fur for a while. These eunuchs

The warhorse was no longer nervous and allowed himself to ride.

The five men rode five war horses and quickly fled the port of Gysion, rushing into the Eurotas River Valley in the north.

It was his first time riding alone, and he was a little nervous, but he quickly got the hang of it on the bumpy ride. He could use the reins as a steering wheel, shaking them left and right to tell the horse how to turn, and control the tightness of the reins to tell the horse to run faster or slower.

After learning this, just relax, don't be so stiff, sit upright on the horse's back, expand your chest and straighten your back, keep your upper arms and upper body overlapped, and your forearms and reins should be in a straight line from all angles to minimize bumps on the horse's back.

After gradually mastering the essentials, Aenarion was no longer nervous and gradually adapted to the bumpy horseback. He even had time to observe the surrounding scenery. In his previous life, he only wandered around the country and had never been abroad. But now, just one week after crossing over, he had been chased through three countries. Forget it, just treat it as a trip.

Aenarion found joy in the midst of adversity. The Peloponnese Peninsula was entirely mountainous, with only a few fertile plains, the largest of which was the Eurotas Valley.

The rushing Eurotas River breaks through the rolling mountains and opens up a narrow green valley among the mountains. The plains on both sides of the river are extremely fertile and rich. Ancient Sparta, today's Mystras, and a large number of fields are all built in this valley.

Surrounded by mountains on both sides, the azure Eurotas River flows continuously, with villages scattered on both sides of the river. It is still early spring, and lush wheat fields and green citrus groves extend to the end of the sight along the winding river. The elves are cutting weeds in the fields and cultivating citrus, and the field looks prosperous.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from behind them. Aenarion looked back and found that Governor Jack and the eight Janissaries, like lingering ghosts, were catching up with them again!!!

Chapter 39: Human Transformation

Aenarion frowned. There were very few people in the town of Ision, and he was probably the only one leaving the town to the north. In order to ensure speed, he took the only main road. With the money power of Venice, they asked around, so it was not particularly strange that they found him. However, this speed was a bit too fast!

Suddenly, a few white dots in the sky caught his attention. Those white seagulls had been flying over his head since the Aegean Sea. He didn't pay much attention to them at the time, as it was normal to see seagulls in the sea.

But now, we have all left the sea and entered the mountains and valleys, and these big white birds are still there?!

"Don't run away, Indragnir!"

Governor Jack shouted loudly. Those Janissaries were professional killing machines. Even when riding on a bumpy horse's back, they could still skillfully draw their bows and draw arrows. Feathered arrows whistled through the sky and landed dozens of meters behind the horse's tail. If they were closer to them, they could shoot the war horses to death.

Aenarion's brain thought rapidly. The enemy had too many people. With his own strong defense and charm spells, plus the brave Artemisia and the Leopard Woman, he could barely handle two or three Janissaries, but eight was absolutely impossible. The most urgent task was to disperse them.

"Damn it! That Governor also hid his information. He can't be just a second-level mage! I can't tie him up with the chains of Slaanesh!"

Artemisia's face was cold. She tried to control the governor with the Mark of Slaanesh, but failed.

"These Janissaries are higher in rank than me. My Mark of Slaanesh has no effect on people of higher rank than me. Let's go to the farm next door immediately! I'll capture a few farmers. Even if they have no fighting power, they can still delay the enemy's pace."

"Wait, those Janissaries are indeed higher in rank than you, but their horses are just ordinary war horses. Can't you use command creatures to control their mounts?"

Aenarion suddenly thought of something and asked in confusion.

Artemisia was stunned for a moment. This pirate leader had fought in naval battles for several years but had rarely fought in land battles. She was unable to react for a moment. Yes, if I can’t control people, can I control the horses?

Amid the obscene and evil chanting, an illusory pink chain whizzed out from the mark of Slaanesh on her left hand, instantly crossing a distance of hundreds of meters and locked around the neck of a horse. The will of the warhorse was instantly captured by the power of the Lady of Thirst, and the entire horse became a slave of darkness.

With a loud and passionate neigh, the warhorse first raised its hind hooves high, and after landing, it imitated humans to walk upright on its hind hooves, and then jumped wildly on the ground. Even though the Janissary was an excellent rider, he was thrown heavily off the horse's back.

But his teammates ignored him and continued to rush towards Indrognir!

"Well done! Artemisia, Irene, you two protect Indrognir and continue running north, continuing to disrupt their horses. Nidalee, follow me!"

Aenarion turned his horse around and plunged into the grove beside him. The Leopard Girl blinked in confusion and followed her master into the woods. Jack and the others didn't even look at them and continued to chase north with the remaining seven Janissaries.

At this moment, Aenarion and the Leopard Woman bypassed the pursuers from the woods, detoured from the flank, and rushed towards the Janissary who fell off his horse and was alone!