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Aenarion drew his musket, and with the help of [Strike First], a bullet whizzed out with a dazzling fire and a deafening gunshot. The enemy was quick-witted and held the shield in front of his chest. After the lead bullet penetrated the iron-plated shield, it also broke into five or six pieces, and its power was greatly reduced. It was unable to penetrate the extremely luxurious and heavy Gothic plate armor, and only made five or six small pits on it.

But it didn't matter. While firing the musket, the warhorse was still galloping forward. Aenarion learned how to use the spear from the elven cavalry. He charged with the spear in both hands, and the sharp tip of the spear hit the opponent's body hard.

In an instant, the huge mass of 700 to 800 kilograms of a man and a horse, and the terrifying kinetic energy generated when running at high speed, were concentrated on the small point of the spear tip and exploded! The terrifying power made the whole person of the Janissary fly out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground several meters away, rolling several times before stopping, and a deep dent was pierced into the plate armor.

On the other side, the Leopard Woman also transformed into a leopard, pounced on him, and rode on his body. Relying on her strength advantage, she firmly suppressed the injured warrior who fell to the ground. Aenarion learned from his experience of killing the Janissaries last time, and used his spear to pry open the shield of the Gothic helmet and stabbed the spear into his face. Bright and terrible blood flowers, along with the pulled out spear, splattered everywhere.

There is also a wizard and seven janissaries!

Artemisia's left hand shot out another Slaanesh chain, which bound the neck of a warhorse, causing the second Janissary to fall off the horse and become disconnected from the main force. Aenarion and the Leopard Woman galloped towards the second lone person.

Governor Jack looked solemn and understood the opponent's tactics.

A very strong beastman and a spellcaster with full defense and a musket to make up for the damage went around and behind their team. If they ignored the teammates who had fallen behind and continued to chase them, the female elf could use her strange trick of controlling the warhorse to make the Janissaries disconnected from the main force one by one. The two people behind them could then chase them and kill all the Janissaries one by one with the advantage of two against one.

However, if I take care of the two people behind me, Indrognir will run away! If I divide the troops, the combat power of the two gangs is not weak, how should I divide them?

"Fuck, these long-eared bastards!"

Jack cursed, once at the castle, once at the port, once at the sea, and once at Indrognir, the cooked duck, flew out of his hands three times in a row! Even the best-tempered person would have his blood pressure spiked.

"You six! Chase at full speed! I allow you to hurt that dragon cub! Break her limbs and cripple her wings as you wish! Just leave her a breath! I will personally kill the two guys behind her!"

The six Janissaries were overjoyed after hearing this. They could finally let go and continued to chase on horseback. Jack turned his horse around and faced Aenarion and the Leopard Woman together with the Janissary who was shot down.

He pulled out a magic wand from his clothes and waved it while muttering something. In an instant, the body and armor of the Janissary expanded rapidly. The whole elf was bathed in the light of the arcane, and turned into a giant over four meters tall! The scimitar in his hand also enlarged to over three meters long. The terrifying weight of the sword caused the ground to crack and collapse.

Jack continued to chant the magic calmly, and the terrifying shadow of a bloody bull quietly wrapped around the body of the Janissaries, causing their strength to surge. Aenarion frowned and recognized the arcane arts of the two schools of transformation.

[Human Giant Transformation]: A first-level arcane spell that consumes 1 mana point. It doubles the size of a humanoid creature and increases its weight eightfold.

[Bull's Strength]: A second-level arcane spell that consumes 3 mana points and increases a target's Strength by 4.

"For the glory of the Thirteenth Legion!!!"

Amidst the earth-shaking war roars, the giant brandished his giant scimitar and charged towards the two men. Every step his terrifying body weighing nearly one ton took made the entire ground tremble slightly. Even the tranquil Eurotas River nearby was shaken by his footsteps, causing ripples.

Chapter 40: Spell Teleportation

"Roar!!!"

Facing the giant's attack, Leopard Woman was not afraid at all. She knew that the rune spear could not penetrate the armor, so she simply transformed into a leopard, allowing her strength value to soar to a terrifying 28 points, and launched a counterattack towards the giant.

The giant Janissary swung his scimitar and chopped downwards, while the Leopard Woman suddenly lowered her body while galloping, slid on the ground, dodging the scimitar's downward swing, and used inertia to slide across his crotch. She quickly regained her human form and threw the rune spear behind her at Governor Jack!

The moment she threw the spear, she regained her leopard form. Her four huge leopard claws slammed the ground fiercely, and her agile and handsome body leaped into the air, turning into a golden lightning, flying forward almost at the same time with the rune spear on the left and right!

Facing the double attack, Governor Jack showed a disdainful smile. The moment before the spear and the leopard touched him, the whole person disappeared from the spot in an instant. The leopard woman missed and the spear also stuck heavily into the ground.

Leopard Girl was a little surprised. She sniffed the air carefully and found the scent of Governor Jack, which appeared behind her!

She turned her head and saw that the other party had finished casting the spell. She raised her hand and shot out a laser beam composed of arcane flames. The blazing flame beam instantly burned through the leopard girl's golden fur and tough flesh, opening a finger-thick hole in her body.

There was a bright hole, and the flesh on both sides was burned to charcoal by the high temperature.

Jack chanted the spell methodically, and the tip of the staff was surrounded by blazing arcane flames for the second time. Leopard Woman endured the pain, turned around and pounced again, but he disappeared from the spot again, moved to another place in an instant, and blasted out a ray of flame from the tip of the staff, which pierced Leopard Woman's body for the second time.

Governor Jack was very confident. He was a wizard from the school of spellcasting. He gave up his wizard pet in exchange for the ability of [Quick Teleportation]. He could instantly teleport to any location within three meters. If there was only one opponent, not only would he not be able to defeat me, he might not even be able to touch his robe. Just wait and see how I kill this leopard.

But the next second, his confident smile froze on his face, and the two transparent holes blasted by the flame rays actually grew pink granulations, which continued to heal and repair the Leopard Woman's injuries, making all the damage he had done go to waste.

After being pierced by flames twice in a row, the Leopard Woman let out an angry roar and pounced on him for the third time, forcing him to teleport and dodge again. The mage who was dodging quickly and the barbarian who was constantly healing were stuck in a stalemate.

Now, the pressure came to Aenarion. The original plan of the two was that Aenarion would use his super defensive ability to hold back the giant Janissary, while the Leopard Woman would rush over and kill the mage in seconds with her super high burst ability, and then come back to assist and kill her together.

But now, she and Jack were engaged in a war of attrition, and she had to defeat the Janissaries in front of her alone!

Aenarion raised his head and looked up at the giant elf in front of him, who was more than four meters tall. The opponent's extremely large size gave him a strong sense of oppression. The Atkan scimitar, which was twice the size, chopped down in the air, and the wind pressure alone made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"clang!!!"

Aenarion raised his shield high, barely blocking his blow, but the terrifying impact force made his whole body tremble. After this Janissary was hit by two amplification spells in a row, his strength was almost the same as that of the Leopard Woman. Coupled with his huge size advantage, it was very difficult for him to be defeated, let alone defended!

The Janissaries I had killed before were all done with the help of the environment or with the assistance of teammates, but now, I have to deal with one on my own.

Aenarion thrust his spear forward, stabbing the opponent's wrist hard. The sharp tip of the spear scraped a faint white mark on the Gothic plate armor.

"clang!!!"

The Janissary swung his scimitar and chopped it down in the air once again. With his huge body of more than four meters, he could hit Aenarion as easily as an adult hitting a child less than one meter tall. Two strikes from him made him lose his shield, and the third strike hit him hard on the neck, smashing the silver psychic bones into pieces.

The Janissary was a little surprised that he could not chop off the opponent's head with one blow. However, he did not hesitate at all. He slashed downward with the blade and slashed at Aenarion's right wrist again, completely shattering the psychic bones that protected him. The powerful impact force caused the musket to slip out of his hand and fall to the ground.

Then, he kicked again, and the giant plate boots kicked Aenarion back repeatedly, creating distance between him and the fallen musket, forcing him to draw out his spare sword and fight with sword and shield. At the same time, he cast vitality again to add a second psychic skeleton for himself.

A drop of cold sweat fell from Aenarion's temple. The opponent had high attack and strong defense. What other means could he use to defeat him? Charm? There was nothing nearby that could be charmed. Even if the horse could kick the giant Janissary, it couldn't kick it into the water and make it lose its fighting ability.

Beast curse? These professional soldiers are too tough to change. Damn it, if they upgrade again, they must choose a damaging spell!

Seeing the giant elf rushing up again with steps that made the earth tremble, Aenarion had to raise his shield to block again. At the same time, he kept his eyes on the battlefield between the Leopard Woman and Jack. Suddenly, a bold plan emerged in his mind.

The Janissary raised his scimitar high and brought it down heavily. However, this time, Aenarion gave up blocking and relied on his psychic armor and silver bones to withstand the damage with his back to the Janissary. When Governor Jack had just teleported, he cast a beast curse! Jack, who was concentrating on chanting magic, turned into a sheep. The mysterious spell turned into a gentle sheep cry, directly interrupting his magic chanting.

The mage's body is relatively fragile compared to the warrior, and it is difficult to resist the body curse of the sheep transformation spell.

"What—"

Jack looked around in confusion, not understanding how the leopard in front of him suddenly became so big. No, it was himself who became shorter!

The Leopard Girl's eyes lit up, and she seized the opportunity given by her master. She pounced and jumped onto the sheep's body. Her eighteen curved claws pierced through the thick wool and deeply penetrated the flesh of the sheep's back, fixing its entire body under her claws. Her four slender and sharp sword-like fangs accurately bit through the sheep's neck!

The moment the Leopard Woman attacked, Jack broke the beast curse due to the severe pain, turned back into human form, and immediately escaped using teleportation, but the damage had already been done. His entire back was torn into a bloody mess by the leopard's claws, and there were four scarlet holes on the right side of his neck that continued to spew blood!

Jack stretched out his left hand in horror and covered his neck which was still bleeding. He turned his head and looked at the magic coming from him.

In his direction, he saw the Janissary slashing at Aenarion's head, knocking him to the ground, breaking the twenty-four ribs that protected him. But the boy still did not resist. Instead, he stretched out his hand towards himself, and when he had just used teleport and could not use it again, he cast a second bestial curse!

"What—"

The sheep's hooves were unable to perform delicate spell movements, and its throat was unable to chant spells. The sheep-transforming technique almost cost the caster's life. This time, the Leopard Woman regained her human form and launched an attack. She threw the spear with all her strength and pierced the sheep's heart accurately. The horrible impact force carried the sheep's body backwards and nailed it to the trunk of a tree in the forest beside the road.

By the time Jack regained his form and consciousness in pain, it was too late. The massive blood loss made his face pale, and the staff in his hand fell powerlessly to the ground. Blood gushed out from the twenty-three wounds on his back, neck, and heart, and spread all over the ground like raindrops.

Seeing the mage being stabbed to death by a spear and the Leopard Woman coming back for support, Aenarion breathed a sigh of relief. However, the time he took to cast two curses was enough for the Janissaries behind him to smash his psychic bones. The sharp tip of the knife pierced through the shattered psychic defense with a devastating force and grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes!

Chapter 41: Psychic Awakening

“Shhhh!!!”

Aenarion raised his shield to block, but he was still a step too slow, only deflecting the trajectory of the scimitar. The sharp tip of the blade still accurately pierced into the gap in the armor, and after breaking two pieces of psychic armor and a rib with great force, it sank deep into Aenarion's abdomen, and the intense pain almost made him faint!

The miserable blood gushed out along the broken armor, and every drop of blood contained ominous chaotic magic power.

Perhaps it was the desperate struggle between life and death, or perhaps it was the feedback of experience from working together to kill the wizard, Inarion felt a valve inside his body being opened, and psychic blood surged through his limbs and bones. The warlock level that had been motionless for a long time finally loosened, and beams of silver-purple psychic arcs crackled in the corners of his eyes, and he was promoted to a third-level warlock in one leap!

A spell list as bright as stars appeared in his field of vision again. As a third-level warlock, he could add two second-level spells to the known spell list. Aenarion chose the most versatile attack psychic power without hesitation. With a purple halo in his eyes, a colorful firework quietly burned from the fingertips of his right hand, as big as the skull of an adult male.

The Chaos Fire was so magnificent, with leaping flames flashing with all the named colors of the world and the indescribable crazy colors. The colorful Chaos Fire was spinning, dancing, and exploding in the air, and it hit the Janissary's chest heavily and exploded into a ball of flaming fireworks flashing with thousands of colors!

[Psychic Missile]: Second-level psychic energy, consumes 3 mana points, releases a psychic missile with one of the four attributes of fire/ice/lightning/sound wave, causing 3~18 damage to up to five targets at the same time. (For every additional mana point consumed, the damage increases by 1~1 points)

The Janissaries let out a scream and retreated repeatedly. The Gothic plate armor was indeed strong and helped him block the huge amount of physical damage, but in the face of magic attacks, the heavy armor was no different from a steel shroud.

The Chaos Fire burned his breastplate red, and even flowed two drops of scarlet molten iron. The scorching heat quickly ignited the felt coat lining, causing the inside of his armor to catch fire, directly burning his soft flesh. Bright flames and choking black smoke rose from the gaps in the armor, burning him in excruciating pain.

At this moment, the time for the two spells, Human Transformation and Bull Strength, had expired, and the Janissary changed from a four-meter giant back to normal size.

"Master! Are you okay?"

The Leopard Woman rushed over in panic and rescued Aenarion from the butcher's knife.

"I am fine."

Aenarion quickly cast a Vitality spell on himself, summoning new psionic bones to protect his life. This upgrade not only brought him two new spells, but also increased his mana from 11 to 15. Taking into account the mana already consumed, he still had 6 points of mana left, and he could continue to use two more psionic missiles!

While the Janissary was severely burned by the Chaos Fire, the Leopard Woman turned into a leopard and pounced on him, knocking him to the ground again. The master and servant cooperated more and more closely. Aenarion picked up the spear, picked up his helmet, and stabbed his head again. His entire cheek bone was shattered by the bayonet and collapsed inside the skull. His two eyeballs floated on a lake of blood mixed with brain matter, shaking weakly.

There are six more Janissaries!

After Aenarion had the magic of psychic missiles that could hit groups, he came up with a plan. His warlock blood allowed him to increase his spellcasting level by 1, and two green magic equipment increased his spell damage by 2, so the damage of psychic missiles was not 3~18, but a higher 6~26! And it could cause damage to up to five people at the same time.

"Nidalee! Protect me!"

Aenarion drew out his sword, cut off Governor Jack's head, impaled it on a spear and raised it high. He and the Leopard Girl rode on a warhorse and began to chase the Janissaries and Indrognir in front of them. When they entered the range, his eyes glowed purple again. He raised the bayonet in his right hand and took out the apprentice's staff with his left hand. Five colorful chaos fireballs appeared on the tip of the staff at the same time, drawing five chaotic arcs in the air and hitting the five Janissaries at the same time.

The back!

"what?"

"Mage?! What kind of spell is this!?"

"Huda! Governor Jack has been killed!"

The five Janissaries who were burned by the flames looked back in astonishment, only to see a scene that was so shocking that it made them want to break their bones: an elf covered in blood, like the god of death, was holding Governor Jack's head with a bayonet, and was catching up with the leopard woman! The head pierced by the spear was still bleeding all the way.

"Artemisia! Indragnir! Kill them all! Don't leave any alive!!!"

Aenarion roared at the top of his lungs. He was shouting to his teammates as well as his enemies. He only had 3 mana points left, enough to release one last psychic missile. It was impossible to annihilate them all, but the probability of scaring them away was very high.

Indrognir transformed into a young dragon, with purple lightning burning in its stomach. Artemisia's right hand transformed into a shocking flesh and blood long knife. Irene also drew out her own greatsword of Hoeth, with hideous blood-red lightning wrapped around the sword. They all turned their horses' heads and prepared to counterattack.

Aenarion used up the last of his magic power, and five psychic missiles burning with chaos fire whizzed out, exploding on the five Janissaries again! They were severely burned!

At this moment, the Janissaries were also a little panicked. Many of their own people were severely burned by his two rounds of psychic missiles, and Governor Jack, who was guarding the rear, was also killed. There were five people on the other side and six on our side, and there was no obvious numerical advantage. If we all died here, no one would follow the little princess. At this moment, Aenarion, whose magic power was exhausted, pretended to raise his staff again and cast the zero-ring trick of flame. A burning flame ignited again on the tip of the wooden staff.

Seeing the flames ignite again, the commander-like Janissary panicked completely. He shouted twice in Turkish, and the six men scattered and fled to six different places. Aenarion, who was exhausted and had exhausted his magic power, was afraid that they would react, so he even forced himself to chase them for a while, pretending to kill them, until the other party ran away, and then he reined in his horse and turned back in disappointment.

Aenarion was overjoyed. In this battle, he not only killed two more Janissaries, but also the Venetian governor. What made him even happier was that he finally had a lethal psychic power, and it was a group psychic power! After ensuring the means to save his life, he finally looked like a warlock turret.

As for the second spell, he thought about it and chose the second-ring psychic power with shared damage.

[Damage Sharing]: Choose a voluntary target. Whenever you are attacked, you will only take 50% of the damage, and the remaining 50% will be borne by the voluntary target.

[Inert Armor] provides high armor, [Vitality] provides a large amount of life, and [Damage Sharing] can be attached to the Leopard Woman. Anyway, she can heal continuously, so that everyone can only cause half damage to herself. Add to that the high-damage [Psionic Missiles], and the warlock tank structure with high defense and thick blood has taken shape.

Chapter 42: Mystras

After repelling the Janissaries, the few of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. With his magic power exhausted, Aenarion pointed tiredly at the seagulls in the sky. Indrognir suddenly realized why he had been followed.

Even if it was a young dragon, its flying speed was three to four times that of a top-quality warhorse. The little girl flapped its dragon wings, chasing the seagulls in the sky everywhere, and soon killed them all. When she fell down, her little mouth and teeth were filled with white feathers, choking her and causing her to sneeze a few cute little times.

After killing the spy, Aenarion began to clean up the spoils. The two dead Janissaries provided two sets of Gothic plate armor that could be sold for 1500 silver coins, as well as scimitars, shields, felt coats and other sundries, but no magic items. It seemed that even a powerful empire like the Ottoman Empire could not wholesale armed magic items for its professional soldiers. At most, they could equip them with some fine armor and weapons.

However, the two level 2 Venetian mages and warriors he met in his first battle both had one or two magical equipment on them, which showed that the Venetians were really rich.

Aenarion rummaged through the governor's body and found three pieces of magical equipment on him. Artemisia helped him identify them. The notes displayed on the three items were all blue.

Magical artifacts are also divided into different grades. If identified by appraisal technique, the worst magic equipment will appear in green fonts, the better ones will appear in blue fonts, the ones containing powerful magic will appear in purple fonts, and the strongest artifact equipment will appear in orange. There are only a few of them in the entire world, and each one is a national treasure. For example, the Spear of Longinus that once killed Jesus, this artifact has passed through the hands of Constantine I, the King of the Ostrogoths, Charlemagne, and Barbarossa the Red Beard, and was finally held by successive emperors of the Holy Roman Empire.

[Staff of Ashes] (Blue): Intelligence +2, spell damage +5.

Tsk, the first piece of equipment is a wizard's staff. The intelligence attribute is useless to me, but the damage bonus of this spell is very high. However, only by casting magic through this staff can I enjoy the amplification effect of the staff. It seems that the staff that accompanies my apprentice has to be replaced.

[Magic Wand of Concealed Information] (Blue): Inject 3 points of magic power, just like casting a second-level magic: conceal information, others cannot use reconnaissance to obtain your attributes and information.

Although the magic wand and the staff look a bit similar, there are still differences. The magic wand is similar to a spell launcher. A magic array is fixed inside the wand, and magic power is infused into it.

The magic can be released in the middle, but at most a fourth-ring magic can be fixed. The advanced magic arrays above the fourth ring are too complicated and cannot be engraved.

And the user must understand this magic, otherwise he cannot use it. Artemisia's identification wand and air flow control wand are of this type.

A staff is a magic amplification device used to strengthen the spells used by the caster.

Aenarion played with his new staff and looked at the third artifact, a ring made of pure silver with some irregular cracks on it. Faint flames and distorted heat waves escaped from the cracks in the ring. There were also three red garnets inlaid on it, one of which was filled with hot magical energy, while the other two had dimmed.

[Secret Fire Ring] (Blue): When casting a fire spell, caster level +1. Three times a day, consume a little energy to increase the flame damage of your next fire spell by 2~12 points.

Aenarion's eyes lit up and he put it on his index finger.

This thing is very powerful. When your psychic missile is at level three, it can cause 3 to 18 points of fire damage to five targets at the same time. With each level increase and each additional point of magic power consumed, the power of this psychic power will increase by 1 to 1 points.

自己的术士血承让施法等级+1、秘火戒指在自己施展火焰法术时，施法等级也能+1、加起来一共2级的施法加成，直接增幅2~16点伤害。

If you enable the flame amplification three times a day, the damage can continue to increase by 2~16!

Adding the +5 spell damage of the Staff of Ashes, I can use my psychic power to deal 12 to 47 points of flame damage three times a day. As long as I don't encounter monsters with high flame resistance, this damage is enough to compete with the Duskblade, which is known for its instantaneous burst.

In addition to the staff, the wand, and the ring, Aenarion also found a spellbook on him, which was densely packed with a large number of spells, just like the spellbook of the Venetian wizard.

Warlocks are good in every way except that they know very little magic. Looking at the dozen or so spells densely packed in the spell book, Aenarion felt a little envious. Although learning spells is really hard and troublesome, mages know really a lot of spells.

After cleaning up the battlefield, several people continued to move forward. Finally, there was no one to interfere with them along the way. They arrived safely at Mystras, the capital of the Peloponnese, which was built next to the ruins of Sparta.

This historic city, built on a hill several hundred meters high, is surrounded and protected by two towering stone walls.

The outer city wall at the foot of the mountain surrounds a large number of Greek-style houses, markets, farmlands and manors, while the inner city wall halfway up the mountain protects the majestic and solemn buildings on the top of the mountain, including but not limited to an ancient European castle built by the Franks, a fortress monastery built by several knights, a Roman-style imperial palace, and the Orthodox Hagia Sophia - without a minaret for the time being.

"You said that your brother Thomas is the governor here. Should we go and meet him?"