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Aenarion asked in a low voice. Mystras looked very poor and depressed. There were not many people on the streets at noon. Many houses looked abandoned and had been uninhabited for years. The soldiers were patrolling and standing guard in an orderly manner under the purple eagle flag.

Perhaps because it was built in the mountains, far away from the sea, this city is not even as prosperous as Governor Jack's Naxos Island.

"Okay, but let me make it clear first. My brother is quite annoying. He is a genius. He is younger than me, but he is already a seventh-level warlock. This growth rate is considered fast even in the entire European continent. Therefore, he looks down on everyone equally. His arrogance is excessive even from the perspective of an elf."

Indrognir thought of his brother and became unhappy. He led a group of people along the mountain road and climbed all the way to the top of the mountain.

"Stop! Civilians are prohibited from entering the upper city. Hagia Sophia is also closed. If you want to pray, there are several churches in the lower city."

The five people climbed hundreds of steps and came to the inner ring of the city wall. Ten elven spearmen wearing imperial armor and holding large shields and spears blocked their way. There were also some fully armed elven archers on the inner wall, ready to shoot.

Indrognir glared at them in dissatisfaction, and a wisp of purple lightning flame spewed out from her cherry lips. The guards turned pale with fear when they saw it. Although they didn't know who she was, this kind of burning purple lightning could only be used by the royal family of the Palaiologos bloodline! They hurriedly stood by her side and welcomed her into the city. The group passed through the streets of the upper city unimpeded and came to the marble-forged imperial palace.

The guards guarding the palace did not dare to delay after seeing the purple dragon fire, and hurriedly divided into two groups. One group went in to inform the Grand Duke of Mystras, and the other group carefully led everyone into the palace and walked along the spotless marble floor towards the reception room.

This place looks much more magnificent than the lower city. Many maids are carefully cleaning every corner of the palace to prevent them from being stained with dust. Pieces of purple silk and golden tassels decorate the white marble beams and columns. The walls are carved and painted with sacred murals full of religious meanings by top craftsmen.

Marble statues of deceased emperors and heroes such as Constantine I, Justinian the Great, Belisarius, Heraclius, Basil II, etc. stand solemnly.

Standing in the most conspicuous place in the hall for future generations to admire, purple arcane flames are quietly burning on the candlesticks, and the elegant purple light illuminates the solemn and dignified interior of the palace.

After arriving at the reception room, several beautiful elf maids served the five people delicious snacks and oriental tea. The faint fragrance soon filled the entire room.

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Aenarion's journey has just begun. In the east, Mehmed the Conqueror is about to become the seventh Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. With the remaining strength of the VI, he will rule the world with his long-term plan and whip the world with his whip. A full twenty Janissary legions are watching Constantinople and are ready to conquer the Queen of Cities for the Emperor of Green Ivy, restore Rome, and return to the old capital.

In the south, the white slave trade became increasingly rampant. A steady stream of Germanic whites, Slavic beastmen, and Greek elves were abducted as slaves by pirates from the south, and sold across the Mediterranean to North Africa and Egypt, where they ate watermelons and grew cotton.

In the north, the silver-haired, purple-eyed, dragon-jawed Habsburg family, entrenched in Austria and Bohemia, firmly controlled the throne of the Holy Roman Emperor. In order to continue the family's warlock bloodline that made the whole of Europe fear and tremble, they constantly performed holy marriages between close relatives, so that their descendants would have a greater chance of awakening this gift from their ancestors.

In the West, Venice, Genoa, and Florence divided the oceans once ruled by the Eastern Roman Empire. They sometimes supported the Ottoman Empire, sometimes aided the Eastern Roman Empire, and wavered between the two Romes like fence-sitters. No one knew which side they would eventually fall to.

And in the heart of the empire, the people of Constantinople, in despair, still believed in an ancient prophecy - Constantinople was destined to fall, but the Ottomans could only advance to the memorial column erected when Constantine the Great founded the city, and then the successive Roman emperors would return like lightning.

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Chapter 43: Spells of the Dead

"Please wait here, the five of you. Lord Thomas, the Despot of the Peloponnese, will be here soon."

The elf in charge of reception said politely. Before she finished speaking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. The door of the reception room was kicked open. Aenarion turned his head and saw a charming human woman, like a passionate rose, coming into his sight.

Her graceful and sexy body was only wearing a thin and transparent purple silk dress. Her blood-boosting perfect figure and icy skin were faintly visible under the thin purple silk, giving her a hazy beauty. A golden ribbon crossed her slender neck, delicate collarbone, and two magnificent snow-capped peaks, lifting up the two snow-white breasts, making the curve of the mountains more graceful and upright.

And the thin purple silk, because of the golden ribbon, clings tightly to the snow-white mountains, outlining a series of dazzling perfect arcs.

"Master Thomas Valleoligues."

The elf maids beside them knelt on the ground, respectfully welcoming the supreme ruler of the Peloponnese Peninsula.

Aenarion was extremely puzzled. Wasn't this tyrant the younger brother of Constantine XI and Indrognir? Shouldn't he be a man, and an elf? Why was there a graceful young human woman outside the door?

"Get up."

A childish voice came from the side of the beautiful woman. Aenarion leaned forward in confusion and looked past Indrognir's body. He saw a short high elf boy. He was wearing a custom-made small purple toga and a silver crown on his head. He looked a bit similar to Indrognir with an anxious and frightened face, but more childish. Burning purple arcs were constantly emitting from the corners of his eyes.

"It's you! The guards said someone with dragon blood came to visit, and I wondered if it was you! Where have you been this week, sister?! First a civil war broke out in Venice, and then you disappeared on the sea. The entire ship was lost, and everyone was worried sick!"

When the boy saw Indrognir's face, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. His anxious expression disappeared, and instead he started cursing.

"Really? I'm several years younger than you, but I'm already a seventh-level warlock. I married the princess of Achaia and became the despot of the Peloponnese. I work diligently to manage and defend the land for the empire. And what about you? A second-level warlock is useless. You finally got married to Venice, made an ally for the empire, and made a contribution, but you messed it up."

Indrognir's face was slightly touched, but it froze again after hearing his brother's venomous words. It was unpleasant to hear, but it was the truth. He wanted to hit this brat, but he couldn't.

Too.

"Don't be angry, respected Princess Indragnir."

The beautiful human woman gave an apologetic smile, trying to smooth things over between her lover and her master.

"Thomas actually cares about you a lot. He didn't sleep well these past few nights and even cried in my arms."

"Don't say that, Katherine!"

Thomas's face froze and he spoke angrily. The beautiful human woman shut her mouth obediently and sat on the chair opposite. The elf boy Thomas sat directly on her plump and slender thighs, with the back of his head resting on a pair of magnificent snow-white mountains. The size difference formed an extremely sharp contrast.

The close relationship between the two made Aenarion extremely confused. How could a human being run over an elf child with a big cart?

"The lifespans and growth rates of elves and humans are different. My brother and Catherine entered into a political marriage when they were children. At the time, they were the same age, but eighteen years later, she is already in her thirties, while my brother is still in the teenage stage of an elf. He is small, short, and tender. If this continues, their one-year-old daughter will probably reach adulthood before my brother."

Indrognir saw Aenarion's puzzled expression and said something that solved Aenarion's doubts. The one-year-old daughter should be the famous last princess Sophia in the future. She married Russia and helped it become the third Rome.

"Stop talking nonsense. You guys, find the fastest carrier pigeon to go to Constantinople and tell my brother that my sister has been found. She is safe with me now. Oh, by the way, who are these people..."

Thomas lay on the body of the plump young woman, instructing the elven servants to work in a condescending manner, while looking up at Aenarion and the other three with confusion.

"Friends I met on the road, without their protection, you would never see me again. A large number of Janissaries wearing Western European Gothic plate armor easily infiltrated the land you managed [diligently] and attacked the princess of the empire on the road. You have governed this place well."

Indrognir retorted, making his brother's face look a little ugly.

"No more talking. Lend me some guards. I must return to Constantinople immediately."

"You finally got here, why don't you stay a few more days and leave now? My daughter, your niece is about to have her first birthday. Your brother is too busy being the emperor to come, so you won't come either?"

Thomas said unhappily.

"No, my whereabouts have been exposed to the Ottomans and some Venetian rebels. They are very eager to obtain the dragon blood inheritance and have even sent out some Janissary teams to hunt me down. If they really tear their faces apart and send out the army, can your old city of Mystras stop the Ottomans? I don't want to be captured and give birth to a bunch of dragon blood ogres."

Indrognir gave a helpless bitter smile.

"I must immediately cross the mountains and reach Athens, which is the territory of the Florentines. I can take a ship there, bypass the Ottomans, and return to the safe walls of Constantinople. In this way, even if the Ottomans tear their faces and lead a huge army to attack, they will return outside the city walls in defeat. History has proven countless times that even legends and gods cannot break through the triple walls that have been continuously reinforced by successive Roman emperors."

Thomas was silent for a long time before he spoke irritably, "You know the situation in the empire. The shrinking tax revenue cannot support the soldiers, and I don't have many people. I don't know what happened in the mountains recently. A week ago, several trolls rushed out of the mountains, destroyed farmland, and massacred a village.

Three days ago, several more griffins left their traditional territory, came down the mountain to catch sheep and eat them, and also ate a girl.

Yesterday, monsters also appeared on the road from Mystras to Athens. I sent out all the people I could, and now the ones left are only enough for the defense of Mystras. According to you, there are still some Janissaries inside the Peloponnese? I have to find a way to get rid of these guys. I really can't spare any manpower."

Thomas scratched his hair in annoyance, and suddenly looked at Aenarion and the others. Purple arcs crackled in the corners of his eyes, and he cast a spell to observe the strength of several people.

"You are so old, but you are only a third-level warlock? Well, at least you are better than my sister. Let me give you something to strengthen your escort team as a thank you for protecting my sister. Then I will write a letter. There is a team of 20 people on the road from Mystras to Athens, searching and clearing out the dangers of monsters. Find them and show them this letter. They will give up their current mission and protect you all the way to Athens."

Although this Grand Duke has a foul mouth, he is still a good person.

Aenarion's first impression of the boy was moderately favorable.

Thomas pulled out an ominous magic wand forged from elderwood from his toga and threw it to Aenarion. The elderwood looked very hideous and terrifying, and its shape resembled a human spine or finger bone. There was a pale green gem engraved on the tip of the wand, which looked extremely creepy.

Artemisia drew out her wand of identification and helped Aenarion identify the equipment. A line of blue text appeared.

[Command Undead Wand] (Blue): Inject 3 points of magic power, just like casting a second-level magic: Command Undead, try to control an undead creature. (Duration: 1 day/per level)

"Wait a moment, I'll find a more powerful undead puppet."

Thomas searched in his robe and finally found a zombie that he was satisfied with. He threw it out. In an instant, a giant zombie beast appeared in front of Aenarion, holding a small bronze cannon in its hand.

This zombie looked like a giant human being over three meters tall, but its face was extremely evil and hideous, with a mouth full of sharp dagger-shaped fangs. Perhaps because it had been dead for a long time, its skin had completely turned pale, and in its dark eye sockets, two balls of pale green undead fire were burning. Its dark beard had been cut and woven into two thin braids, extending from its pale, bleeding lips to the chest that was swallowed by fat.

This giant was extremely fat and bloated, so fat that his neck was invisible. His thick skin covered with fat hung from his chin to his chest, piled up layer by layer. His shoulders were several times thicker than an ordinary person's waist. His well-developed fat and muscles completely submerged his neck, and his belly was bulging like a balloon. His limbs were as thick as four elephant hooves.

But if you look closely, you will find that underneath the layers of fat and thick skin, there are strong and powerful muscles. The whole body is full of shocking and terrifying violent aesthetics. According to preliminary estimates, this behemoth over three meters tall must weigh at least three or four hundred kilograms.

This is not a fat boy at all, but a Turkic ogre who was turned into a zombie after his death!

Aenarion walked around the zombies for a few circles, marveling at the wonders of the world. He had spent a few days in the Ottoman Empire founded by Turkish ogres, and even visited the grand procession of the Sultan's son Mehmed, but all he saw were elves, not a single ogre.

And now, he has returned to the Eastern Roman elves, and finally saw an ogre.

Chapter 44: Ogre Lead Sprayer

Although Aenarion's magic power was exhausted, the Zero Ring Trick did not consume any magic power. He cast a reconnaissance information and observed the ogre's attribute table.

[Ogre Zombie] (Dead Creature)

Level 4 (4th level undead)

Health 60, Mana 0

Lead Spray Cannon (Melee) Hit +10, Physical Damage 12~26

The lead cannon (shotgun) deals 3 to 60 physical damage to all enemies within the fan-shaped range. The closer the distance, the higher the damage.

Armor 5 (thick skin and fat +8, large size -1, agility -2)

Strength 24, Agility 6, Constitution (none)

Intelligence (none), Wisdom 10, Charisma 1

Ordinary undead creatures have no physical and intellectual attributes. Only high-level undead creatures such as vampires have brains. However, with the power of this zombie ogre, the Leopard Woman, who is only in the bestial state, is very powerful. It's the Ottoman lead-spraying cannon in her hand - it seems that the power is a bit random.

"This is a powerful ogre Lead Spitter, carrying an Ottoman small cannon in combat. Every time it fires, it will shoot out a large amount of iron sand, iron flakes, or other shaped shotgun shells, making the enemies fall down in groups like weeds. The damage at medium and short distances is very scary. At the same time, it can also swing the cannon barrel as a giant copper club to smash people, and its combat effectiveness is very high.

This ogre, the Lead Sprayer, was once a captain of the Ottoman Empire, but his ship was burned to ashes by me, and I personally ripped out his heart with my dragon claws and turned him into a zombie."

Thomas proudly stretched out his fair little hand and pointed at the hideous scar on the other's heart. The claw mark was extremely huge, forming a sharp contrast with the boy's small hand.

"Come, inject magic power into the wand, cast the spell engraved in the wand, try to control this undead and order him to do something."

"Well, before I came here, I fought several battles with the Janissaries to protect your sister, and my magic power has been exhausted."

Aenarion played with the elder wand with a helpless look on his face, for he had no more magic power left.

"You look so stingy, how can you be a tyrant? Aenarion fought hard to save me from death, and you gave him a wand inscribed with second-level magic, a zombie, and some mana-regenerating pearls."

Suddenly, Indrognir stepped forward again and spoke for Aenarion.

Oh, by the way, do you have the Warlock Occupation Scroll from Hos Baita? It's the one we learned when we were young. Copy a copy and give it to him, so that this unsophisticated Warlock can systematically learn the Warlock courses of our Roman Empire."

Thomas looked at his sister with a strange look, then looked at the extraordinary-looking Aenarion. He subconsciously felt that there was something wrong between the two of them. Why did his sister suddenly speak to an outsider?

However, Aenarion and Artemisia were extremely close, and it was obvious that they had a negative distance relationship. The chains on his hands were tied around the neck of a beautiful slave girl... My sister wouldn't be with such a person, right?

"OK, no problem."

Thomas ordered his men to do the work, and soon, several elf maids presented a pearl bracelet made of 6 pearls and a roll of ancient parchment.

"All six pearls on this bracelet are

These are first-level mana regeneration pearls. Each one can restore 1 point of mana. After use, the pearls will lose their luster and need about 24 hours to recharge. A string of bracelets can restore 6 points of mana per day. As a warlock, you should understand the importance of mana. ”

Thomas introduced the uses of pearls.

"This scroll is a summary of the professional experience of all warlocks in the Roman Empire over the past thousand years. It contains everything from spellcasting techniques, magic pet selection, and super magic techniques. Take a look and you will avoid detours."

"Thank you for your generosity, Despot of the Peloponnese."

Aenarion said thank you earnestly, stuffed the scroll back into his backpack, and put the bracelet on his wrist to absorb the magic from it.

The three pearls dimmed, and the full energy was absorbed by Aenarion, restoring three mana points. He injected these mana points into the elder wand, and in an instant, a pale green ray whizzed out from the gem on the tip of the wand and hit the ogre zombie's head accurately. The two established an extremely mysterious feeling, which was similar to the feeling when he used charm to successfully charm other people.

"Well, you did a good job. Try to give him orders. This control is not telepathy, but just like charm. You have to move your mouth to issue orders, and the other party will only execute them after hearing your orders. In fact, the name of this spell is not accurate. Instead of calling it commanding the undead, it would be more accurate to call it charm the undead."

Under Thomas's guidance, Aenarion tried to control the undead creature in front of him. The verbal commands could be rough or detailed, from rough as "run" and the zombie would automatically run forward to detailed as "left leg first and then right leg" and the zombie would obey.

The same applies during combat. Just say "hit him" and the zombie will automatically attack according to his memory of the previous life. However, if you have time to give detailed attack instructions, such as an uppercut, he will do it without error.

"Well, it looks like you have mastered it. One last thing. The spell [Command Undead] has a duration. It can only last for one day for a first-level caster, and three days for a third-level caster.

You are a third-level warlock. After you control this zombie, remember to use this magic again before this time three days later. Don't let this zombie get out of control. If it gets out of control, the best result is that it will run away. The worst result is that you will be attacked by this brainless zombie. He has an Ottoman lead-spraying cannon in his hand. There are about 20 shells and gunpowder left, which is enough for you to use until Constantinople."

Thomas sat back on the young woman's slender thighs and let her hold him in her arms.

"By the way, is it legal in the empire to play with necromancy and openly desecrate corpses?"

Aenarion had no psychological burden in manipulating the dead, but according to common logic, shouldn't people who play with corpses be resisted or even banned? Especially the church, priests, etc.?

"What's legal or illegal about necromancy? As long as you don't turn the corpses of the high elves into zombies, it's fine. It doesn't matter if you turn other barbarians or foreigners into zombies. Besides, God has an army of undead burning with the flames of the dead, called the Cursed Legion. The Orthodox Church also has a large number of undead thugs."

Thomas said disdainfully.

"Well, look at you guys. You've exhausted all your magic power after fighting a few Janissaries. You're in such a mess. Rest here for a night and leave tomorrow morning. I'll have someone clean up a few rooms and have the servants make you something delicious tonight."

"Thank you then."

Indrognir was also tired at this moment, and was too lazy to continue arguing. The five of them continued to only need two rooms, one for the princess and her maid, and one for Aenarion, his familiars and slaves. He took out some extra oil paper and changed the iron sand and black gunpowder in the belt of the ogre Lead Sprayer into a paper-wrapped shotgun shell pattern.