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Plague Strike and Ghoul Touch are both very powerful necromancy magic. One uses the power of plague to continuously damage and torture the enemy within 12 seconds, eventually causing a large amount of damage, and the other can make the target unable to move.

But the only problem is that these two spells can only be activated by touching the opponent's body with your hands at close range. This is very fatal for a spellcaster who is not good at close combat. Not to mention touching the opponent with your hands, you may not even be able to touch him with a weapon.

At this time, the core of necromancy is needed.

[Second Ring Undead Ghost Hand]: Consume 3 points of magic power to create a hideous undead hand that replaces your palm to deliver melee contact attacks, with a maximum reach of 36 meters. (For every additional point of magic power consumed, the distance is extended by 1 meters)

When the spell was copied, Aenarion had only 1031 silver coins left in his pocket.

"By the way, do you sell undead here?"

Aenarion looked at the Death Knight's core's ability to enslave the undead. Originally, a normal level 3 Death Knight could only enslave three level 3 undead, or nine level 3 undead.

But with the blessing of the Lord of Joy, the number of undead under his control has increased sixfold. He can enslave 6 level 18 undead, or 3 level 27 undead, or 2 level 54 undead. In short, the individual level of these undead should not be greater than 1, and the total level should not be greater than 3.

Although the combat capability of level 1 undead is very weak, at least they can form a real fleet - most of the crew members of the pirate ships before Artemisia were level 1 professionals, or even non-professionals.

"Yes, sir, what kind of undead do you need? Skeletons or zombies?

Only the skeleton is left with a skeleton frame. Although it is a bit fragile, it is very agile and has strong maneuverability.

Zombies retain the original flesh and blood of the corpse. Although they are less agile, they are very tough and durable. The muscles strengthened by the undead spell will make them stronger than when they were alive. The zombies made by our White Tower are of guaranteed quality. They will not be like most zombies, whose flesh will rot and fall off within a few months and turn into skeletons.

A corpse that is about to become a zombie will be preserved by the apprentice at the moment of death, solidified, and sent to the laboratory table. The blood and internal organs will be completely extracted and soaked in preservative liquid, allowing this unique alchemical potion to penetrate into every cell of his body. As long as it is properly maintained, the zombie you raise can maintain the state of its life for more than a hundred years. "

Several wizard apprentices who were reading closed the books they were reading halfway and served the guest assigned by the emperor.

"Then let's go with zombies. I want crew members. There's a lot of heavy work to do, so it's better if they have more strength."

"Italian human zombies 100 silver coins, Bulgarian werewolf zombies 300 silver coins, Ottoman ogre zombies 400 silver coins

Silver coins, no matter how many career levels you had when you were alive, once your corpse is transformed into a zombie, all career levels will disappear and fall back to the original level.

A human is level one and sells for 100 silver coins. A Bulgarian werewolf has one human level and two monster levels when it grows up, so it sells for 300 silver coins. An adult ogre has four monster levels by nature, so it sells for 4 silver coins.

Aenarion felt a little annoyed when he looked at the 1031 silver coins in his pocket. He could now control a total of 54 levels of undead, but the level of each undead could not exceed level 3.

To operate that ship, you need 5 seafaring veterans, 6 coolies, and at least 20 gunners. With this money, you can only buy 10 of the worst ones. There are four full-body Gothic plate armors and some weapons in the package for sale, but if these things are worn by zombies, they will make them more powerful...!

Aenarion hesitated, but his hesitation disappeared when he remembered the Janissaries wearing plate armor and sinking into the sea.

Forget it, I'd better sell the plate armor and buy zombies. Anyway, I'm a Death Knight with [Secondary Evil Aura], which can continuously heal the injuries of these undead. The Aegean Sea is too dangerous, with pirates, Venetians, and Ottomans. The more power I have, the better.

Aenarion gritted his teeth and took out the weapons of four Janissaries. Unfortunately, he killed the last six Janissaries himself. However, Mahmoud was chasing him too closely and he had no time to pick up the spoils.

After some bargaining, four second-hand Gothic full-body plate armors were sold for 1000 silver coins each, and some miscellaneous weapons were sold for 400 silver coins. All the money was exchanged for 54 human zombies as Aenarion's first batch of sailors.

【Human Zombie】

Grade 1

Health 15, Mana 0

Claw attack +3, physical damage 3~5

Protection 1 (+2 Corpse Hide -1 Agility)

Strength 14, Agility 8, Constitution (none)

Intelligence (none), Wisdom 10, Charisma 1

Now, Aenarion only had 31 pitiful silver coins left in his hand, but what he got was a rudimentary undead army. Fifty-four zombies were arranged in a neat square of six by nine, waiting for Aenarion's inspection.

Their attributes are very average, but it is indeed as what the White Tower Law Night Raid, Group Six; ⑨ Four Nine Three' ⑥ One' Three Five Division said, zombies are extremely thick-skinned and have a health value of up to 15 points. When I was level one, I only had 4 health points.

Each zombie kept their appearance in life, except that their skin was frighteningly pale because of blood all over their bodies and their internal organs were pulled out. Their eyeballs were also dug out, and in the empty eye sockets, two balls of blue dead fire burned.

There was no need to speak to command these undead who had signed enslavement contracts with him because of the [Enslavement of the Undead] feature. All he had to do was give them a specific order with his mind, and it would be automatically executed. Aenarion and Artemisia rode on their horses, leading a large group of fifty-four undead, and returned to the Ulthuan in front of the astonished eyes of the citizens of Constantinople, and arranged for them to stay in the cabin on the basement floor.

Next, there is the issue of funding. Although the undead do not need to eat or drink, have no thoughts, and can work a 996 job without complaint, which greatly reduces the logistical burden, in order to operate this ship, at least five veterans who understand navigation are needed. Artemisia and Nidalee count as two, and I barely count as half. At least two more navigators must be recruited to join. It would be better if Indrognir and Irene were still there.

There was also the issue of the equipment of these zombies. Hoss White Tower was really stingy, and only gave these zombies the most ordinary linen clothes. The only attacking weapons they had were the claws of the zombies, and the damage was a pitiful 3 to 5 points. He also had to find a way to get a large number of weapons and armor to arm these zombies, and then there was no ammunition or gunpowder reserves for the ten cannons...

Aenarion scratched his head in distress. Money, money, money. He needed a lot of money!

Chapter 64: Holy Grail War

The next day, Aenarion woke up in the big bed, holding Artemisia's soft and crisp body, which was filled with white fluid like a puff of cream. After escaping from danger and arriving in a safe environment, the two of them partied almost every night.

The leopard woman stretched out her paws, raised her beautiful buttocks, and stretched lazily in the posture of a leopard in human form. They all sat together at the big table in the room and took out the bread, bacon, raisins and cheese bought in Izmir to eat breakfast. Inarion untied Astariel's gag and held her in his arms to feed her.

Astariel was extremely resistant at first and would rather die than eat, but after going hungry for a few meals, she obediently opened her mouth and let Aenarion feed her.

Well, the remaining food is enough for four people to eat for seven days, so we need to stockpile food.

Aenarion took out some fodder from his dimensional bag and fed it to the Arabian horse grazing on the deck. Speaking of which, this three-year-old red mare had not yet been named. Aenarion thought for a moment and decided to just call her Red Hare.

After taking care of the crew, Aenarion left Ulthuan with Artemisia and went to the Mage Quarter of Constantinople again to see if there were any job opportunities.

"You want to make money? Oh, there are three places in Constantinople where you can easily make money. You can go to the Golden Horn, which is the largest port in Constantinople and even in Europe. There are many merchants and many job opportunities. Both sailors and guards are in short supply.

A hero like you who can escort the princess back will surely be hired by many people."

The wizard apprentice in charge of reception was thinking about it.

"Also, in the Holy Palace District, ask His Majesty's servants for job opportunities. If something happens in Constantinople and the garrison can't handle it, His Majesty will issue an order to hire mercenaries to fight, or he will personally go out with the Phoenix Guard."

"Finally, there is the Colosseum, which is just like the Grand Prix Arena. It is right next to the Palazzo Sagrada and is exactly the same as the huge Colosseum in Rome."

"Um, don't you have a shortage of people in the mage section? I can use second-level spells."

Aenarion was a little confused. I am a third-level warlock after all. Why do you ask you for work and give me to merchants, mercenaries, and gladiators? No, why do you, a group of Orthodox Christians, still retain the bloody and cruel tradition of gladiatorial combat? Shouldn't it have been abolished long ago?

"There is no shortage of this. Constantinople is indeed weakened, but the White Tower of Horus will never fall. It is the largest magic treasure house in the entire European continent and a palace of knowledge. Every year, countless wizards come from France, the Holy Roman Empire, Egypt, and even the Ottoman Empire to study here. Students who come from all directions must serve the White Tower and Your Majesty for a period of time before they are qualified to obtain the knowledge inside. There is no shortage of manpower.

You were exempted from a lot of labor and work and were able to enter directly because of the emperor's nod."

The wizard apprentice explained very politely.

"Okay, what about the Colosseum? I remember that God forbids this kind of bloody, cruel, barbaric murder that is only for fun and entertainment, so this tradition was abolished thousands of years ago and replaced by more civilized and friendly racing competitions in the Grand Prix. Why is the Colosseum still in operation now?"

Aenarion asked doubtfully. In fact, in the real historical world, Constantinople shouldn't even have a Colosseum. It's just that he didn't have an explanation for this, so he simply didn't ask.

"Oh, you know a lot, don't you? Indeed, it is a bit bloody and barbaric to let a dozen slave gladiators fight with lions, tigers, bears, leopards, and even more powerful monsters on the sand for people to watch and enjoy, so God forbids this activity. However, we have improved this sport! We even changed its name!"

The mage apprentice said excitedly.

"Now, we don't use living people to fight in gladiatorial combat. We use skeletons, zombies and other undead creatures to fight! This is very civilized, not barbaric at all! At the same time, it is also very fun. The hearty undead battles and the fancy spell battles can also stimulate the audience's adrenaline and make them feel excited! Every undead gladiatorial combat can attract a large number of spectators to buy tickets, making the citizens happy while generating a lot of revenue for His Majesty the Emperor!"

“Can you tell me the specific rules?”

Aenarion also took an interest.

"Well, the rules are very simple. In each match, there will be seven spellcasters who control seven unique undead creatures to enter the arena at the same time, and then a melee will begin under the cheers and gazes of the audience! A bloody fight!

There are only three rules that bind them.

1. You cannot use the undead of the high elves to fight. That is too barbaric and not civilized at all.

2. You cannot use spells to control other mages' undead on the battlefield, as that would not be a good way to fight.

3. You cannot harm other mages by any means and can only attack the undead creatures on the field; other than that, you can use any weapons and fight in any way you want, as long as no one dies. Gladiatorial combat is a game for civilized people, not a bloody and barbaric activity.

Once the zombies are defeated, the corresponding controller will be eliminated immediately, and the last surviving undead and his controller will be the final winner! They will receive one tenth of the ticket revenue of this fight and a random prize.

This event takes place almost every night, and a large number of citizens come here to have fun. We, the White Tower mages, also like to watch it. Many mages will even travel thousands of miles to come to Constantinople in person to participate in this kind of event. Who doesn't love undead fighting crickets?

The managers of the arena will group seven mages of similar strength and arrange a time for them to compete at the same time. The undead arena composed of seven low-level spellcasters will attract few spectators and the rewards will be low.

But once seven great wizards gather together to fight a dead soul fight, it will definitely be a grand spectacle that will empty the streets of the city! Even His Majesty the Emperor will come to watch in person. A year ago, seven great wizards above level 13, with seven extremely terrifying undead creatures, fought together. The battle lasted a whole day and night before the winner was decided. The final winner not only received one-tenth of the ticket revenue, but also received a golden holy grail that imprisoned a fire giant, and could make any wish to the giant. "

A strange sense of déjà vu came over Aenarion, seven spellcasters and seven undead fighting for a cup...why did it look familiar?

"You just said that you even changed the name of the gladiatorial contest. What is it called now?"

Aenarion asked curiously.

"Oh, because the reward for the final winner is carried by the golden Holy Grail, so we now call the gladiatorial contest the Holy Grail War."

"Thank you. I'll go sign up now."

Aenarion rode away excitedly. The managers of the Holy Grail War would group people of similar strength together? Then wouldn't I only be matched with level 3 or 4 spellcasters? With this powerful ogre zombie in my pocket and 19 shotgun shells left,

Cannon, it shouldn’t be difficult to win a championship in a low-level division!

Chapter 65: Corpse Constructor

Passing through the magnificent maple forest and across the densely packed mansions, Aenarion rode his Red Hare into the colonnaded Via Messe, and through one of the main roads of Constantinople, he arrived at the north gate of the Grand Prix. To the north of the racetrack was the Holy Grail Arena.

This magnificent giant building is almost identical to the Colosseum in Rome. The entire building covers an area of ​​more than 2 square meters, with a circumference of 527 meters and can accommodate 9 spectators. The four floors are each covered with hollow arched corridors, wrapping the entire elliptical arena. The flat area in the middle is covered with a thick layer of fine sand, allowing gladiators to fight bloody battles here for the entertainment of the spectators on the four-story stands. After asking around, Aenarion finally found the registration office. A female elf wearing a white robe from the ancient Roman period was smiling at all the spellcasters who wanted to participate.

"Hello, I want to sign up for the Undead Duel. What is the specific process like?"

Aenarion asked politely.

"Are you a new mage? Please fill in your information carefully, especially your professional level, the type of undead you bring with you to participate, and your weapons. Don't lie. In order to respect the privacy of all spellcasters, we will not use identification to investigate one by one. However, please also respect our Grand Arena and do not conceal the levels of yourself and your undead servants.

Last time, there was a level 7 priest who lied that he was level 2 and joined the primary zone competition, slaughtering everyone in the field, making the game boring. In the end, he was stoned to death by tens of thousands of spectators in the field—some of those spectators were higher level than him. "

The female elf said with a smile.

Aenarion thought about it and felt that he had to keep the fact that he was a dual elite professional a secret. Angros was a Turkified Roman royal family, and there was no telling how annoying he might be here. So, he wrote a level 3 Death Knight in the profession column and decided to use this identity in the future, keeping the Psion hidden.

After all, his large amount of protective psychic energy could be explained as the unique spells of the Blood Death Knight, but the Death Knight's [Secondary Evil Aura] and the 54 contracted undead on the ship could not be said to be warlock spells.

As for the undead, it was naturally the ogre zombie given to him by the Tyrant Prince Thomas. It was his only level four servant, and it came with a lead-spraying cannon.

"Level 3 Death Knight, Level 4 Ogre Lead Spitter Zombie, I will assign you to the primary competition. The Undead Servant can be positioned as either [Shooter] or [Berserker]. Okay, let me see which competition I can assign you to."

The elf began to search through a pile of complicated tables.

"What does it mean to locate the [shooter]?"

Aenarion asked curiously.

"Oh, in order to make the gladiatorial contest more exciting and attract more audiences and more box office, the seven spellcasters in each battle must bring seven different types of undead to the battle. This will make it more interesting. They are roughly divided into seven types: [Archer], [Lancer], [Swordsman], [Cavalry], [Assassin], [Berserker], and [Magician]. Your ogre zombie belongs to the monster type, the berserker, but it fights with a lead cannon and can also be used as an archer. After all, the occupation range is wider and it is easier to arrange for it to enter the competition."

Once we have seven contestants of the same level as you, we will immediately choose a day without any competitions and arrange for you to compete. If it’s fast, it will only take four or five days. If it’s slow, it may take a month.”

As the elf waiter spoke, he looked at the competition schedule and the spellcasters who had registered.

"Ah, you are lucky. There will be a Level 18 spellcaster fight tomorrow night, but one of them died in the White Tower mission and cannot participate. They are short of one person, so they originally planned to postpone their match. However, you can fill his archer position. Your ogre zombie can join the fight as an archer. Please come to the arena at 19: tomorrow night to prepare. The duel will officially begin at :. Here is your entry card."

The elf handed over a human skull. On the forehead was carved a symbol of a holy grail and a bow and arrow using some strange technique. This should be the symbol of the competition. He then patiently repeated the rules.

"Please remember the rules of the Undead Fight.

1. You cannot use the undead of the high elves to fight. That is too barbaric and not civilized at all.

2. You cannot use spells to control other mages' undead on the battlefield, as that would not be a good way to fight.

Third, you cannot harm other mages by any means, you can only attack the undead creatures on the field; other than that, you can use any weapons and fight in any way you want, as long as no one dies, gladiatorial combat is a game for civilized people, not a bloody and barbaric activity. "

The undead who survives to the end and his controller are the final winners! They will receive one tenth of the ticket revenue of this fight and a random prize.

It was not yet noon, and he still had a day and a half to prepare for tomorrow night's game. Aenarion sent Artemisia to help him see what the game would be like. He was flipping through the copy of the Book of the Dead in the cabin. According to the instructions above, he learned his first specialty and began to transform and reinforce his ogre zombie.

[Corpse Constructor]: The undead creatures transformed and awakened by you gain +4 Strength and +2 Health for each level.

After a transformation through magic and the desecration of flesh and blood, the ogre had become slightly fatter.

The belly, which was originally as round as a balloon, became even fatter and bloated, filled with the terrifying magic of the dead. The 60 points of life expanded to 68 points, and the 24 points of strength were strengthened to 28, the same level as the Leopard Girl, but too fat and bloated, not very agile.

Aenarion looked at the time and felt it was still early, so he began to reconstruct the corpses of all 54 zombies under his command, strengthening their strength and life one by one. When he finished with the third zombie, Artemisia came back.

"How's it going? Is the game exciting?"

Aenarion wiped the sweat from his brow.

"It should be exciting for ordinary people, but a bit boring for me."

Artemisia watched with curiosity as Aenarion played with the flesh and sinews of the undead.

"Seven spellcasters and seven undead. Fourteen people joined the battlefield and started a melee. However, everyone could only attack the undead. If they attacked a mage, they would be judged as having committed a foul and be eliminated. The fight lasted for more than an hour. The blood and flesh flying everywhere were all lifeless zombies. The seven spellcasters were not injured at all."

The Paladin of Slaanesh said with some complaints.

"In our Slayer Warband, the fights are fought until only one person is left alive. That's the real excitement!

Ah, by the way, there is a small loophole in their rules. Let me tell you, doesn't the rule say that you can only attack zombies and not spellcasters? Yes, you can't harm spellcasters, but you can use control spells on enemy spellcasters to control them and put them in a state where they can't fight.

At the same time, if you use a range spell like fireball on zombies and it affects the opponent's wizard, it is not a violation, so it is best to keep your zombies away from you, otherwise they may still be injured by spells. "

Chapter 66: Susanoo

"I see, there is actually such an unspoken rule."

Aenarion suddenly realized and formulated some new tactics based on these rules.