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, this place, she is more familiar with.

Astariel's body trembled and she bit her red lips tightly. This group of half-giants planned to attack her hometown. Logically, she should be angry and even take direct action to kill this damn Viking barbarian.

But for some reason, her heart was overwhelmed by guilt. When she thought of the tragic scenes of the children at the port being ruthlessly slaughtered by their own compatriots, torn away from their parents, shackled and dragged away, she trembled all over and felt only confusion.

Were all the knowledge that their parents had taught them and all that their teachers had said false? Shouldn't parents be proud of their children joining the Janissaries? Why was there such a bloody scene at the port? Why were they, like Aenarion, unwilling to join the glorious Thirteenth Legion?

“It’s easy to raid the slave market and brothel. There are only a few security guards there. With so many of you, it’s easy to raid and kill people and then rescue them and leave.

The most troublesome thing is those children. They should have been placed in the Thirteenth Legion, in the fortress monastery in Izmir, waiting for selection. This fortress monastery is a solid stone castle built on a hill outside Izmir with flowers blooming. I lived in that monastery for several years and am very familiar with every brick and tile there. I suggest you don't save them. It's wishful thinking for more than 600 people to want to conquer a legion monastery."

Astariel shook her head vigorously to dispel the confusion in her mind. The strong sense of guilt forced her to reveal all the information about Izmir.

"Impossible! Those damn dark elves captured my only son, the heir of the Black Wolf Clan! The main purpose of my trip this time is to rescue him! Damn Ottomans, they want to train my only son to be a Janissary? Let him fight me? Dream on!"

Moloch said in great anger.

"So that means we only need to rescue your son, and the other children don't matter?"

Astariel keenly grasped the core of the problem. It was wishful thinking for her to capture the monastery and rescue several hundred children. However, it was easy for her to sneak in and take one or two away with her identity. After all, she had been a new recruit of the Janissaries in that monastery for several years and was very familiar with all the secret rooms and passages.

"I……"

Moloch was speechless for a moment. The ten plunderer champions holding huge axes and the only spearman and shield soldier behind him also cast their eyes on the chief. This was a topic that could not be touched at all. If it was revealed, he, the chief, would have no chance of success. His bloodshot eyes rolled around, and he roared loudly and rudely and wildly, and slammed a portrait on the table.

"I'm here to save all my people! If it's impossible, then I'll save as many as I can! You seem to know a lot about the Janissary Legion Monastery? Come and save them! This is a portrait of my son!"

"That's good. Your people go to the slave market and the brothel to rescue the adults, and I will rescue your son..."

Before Astarielle could finish her words, Aenarion covered her mouth and made her start over.

"I took my people and went to the Janissary Monastery myself and tried my best to rescue as many of the captive children as I could."

Seeing how sensible Aenarion was, Moloch nodded in satisfaction and quickly discussed the plan. The Black Wolf gang would first attack the labor market and brothel to rescue the captured half-giants, causing riots and attracting the firepower of the Janissary Legion. Aenarion, Astariel, Artemisia, and Leopard Woman would personally sneak into the fortress and secretly rescue people, then they would retreat back to the harbor together to get away and settle the commission.

Astariel secretly made up her mind that many of the scenes she saw when she left the monastery this time were completely different from what she had learned in the books! For example, Aenarion's magical ability, and the Janissaries' true image of the recruits, she wanted to use her own eyes to see the true image of the world.

Chapter 75: The Mastermind's Cage

Under the leadership of Astariel, the four rode on Nightmare and Red Hare and soon arrived outside the city of Izmir. On a hill covered with flowers stood a majestic rock fortress. Thirteen high towers were built on cliffs and reached the sky. Sections of solid stone walls connected the thirteen high towers together, covering the entire mountain top, leaving only one mountain road in and out. Inside the wall were a mosque, a minaret, and a huge military camp.

This monastery looks like a mix of a castle and a church. Blue flags inlaid with silver crescents flutter in the wind on the monastery walls. However, the moon is not the traditional vertical one. Instead, it lies down, like the letter "U" or a toilet seat.

"Don't try to attack from the outside. The Cos Monastery is built on the top of a mountain with only one mountain road in and out. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. However, the main base of the 13th Legion is near the palace of Prince Muhammad. This monastery is just a training camp for new recruits. There are two companies stationed in it, that is, more than 200 Janissaries. The rest are new recruits, ranging from 500 to 1,000 in number."

Astariel showed a look of nostalgia.

"I have been here for many years. The training here is very harsh. We are all imprisoned in the Cos Monastery. Only during Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha every year, my brother and I are allowed to return to our home in Izmir to visit our parents. It's all your fault that you captured me. Now I am a little too embarrassed to go back and see you.

they. "

"How many days do you have for the festival?"

Aenarion asked casually.

"Eid al-Fitr lasts three days, Eid al-Adha lasts four days, why are you asking this?"

Astariel was a little confused.

"Have you ever thought about this? Since you and your brother are members of the Angelos family and your home is next to the monastery, you can go home seven days a year. Can the Janissaries of your time go home? You miss your parents terribly if you don't see them for a year, but can your classmates and comrades-in-arms ever see their parents again in this lifetime?"

Astariel was stunned for a moment, and fell into deep thought and doubt. Many things can only be seen clearly by going out.

"This way, there is a hidden underground passage that leads directly to the ground of the dormitory area. This secret path is quite old. I don't know who dug it. My brother often takes some classmates to take this path and go into Izmir City to play all night. They will quietly crawl back at five or six in the morning and then take a nap in class the next day. However, you dare not sleep in the class of some strict teachers, or you will be beaten with bamboo sticks."

Aenarion was somewhat surprised that Mahmoud, who looked so serious and elegant, was once a problem student.

"However, I usually don't go there. I just use magic to cover for my brother. There is nothing fun in the city that is not as interesting as studying."

Astariel skillfully waved her staff, searching for secret doors nearby, and finally found the tunnel in a dense palm grove.

The entrance of the cave is very narrow at first, but only barely passable. After walking a few dozen steps, it suddenly becomes open. Someone has tied a rope to the vertical rock wall, and you can use it to climb to the top of the mountain.

But Astariel, who was weak, obviously would not do that. She performed a levitation spell and carried the four people directly up. She climbed over four rock walls in succession and saw a stone door above. After opening it, she saw a blazing flame and the rolling heat wave immediately swept across the entire cave.

"Here is the shrine of the sun god, perched under the stone arch of the phoenix, burning with a magic fire that never goes out. The Ottomans converted the temple of the sun god Helios into a mosque and built a minaret, but they left this huge, beautiful sun shrine as evidence of their conquest.

But what they didn't expect was that there was a secret door behind this ball of everlasting flame. As long as they passed through this ball of sunfire, they would be free - don't look at me like I'm a fool, a simple fire avoidance spell would allow them to safely pass through this ball of flame."

Astariel cast a spell, and in an instant, transparent energy shields covered everyone. Seventy-two brilliant flaming bouquets bloomed on the energy shields, allowing them to safely pass through the Flame of Asuryan and enter the interior of the monastery.

It was now late at night, and the entire monastery was in a peaceful silence. Astariel cast an invisibility spell on the four people, and then a silencing spell, hiding their bodies while preventing them from making any sound, and quietly searching for the half-giant children.

The group walked through the clean and tidy corridors, passed the neat and solemn dormitories, avoided the scouts and sentries, and quickly began searching the dormitory area, which was full of sleeping children, mainly elves, but also mixed with some other races, such as humans, Yugoslavs, minotaurs, and even some orcs.

Outside the dormitory, there were some fully armed Janissaries patrolling and standing guard. They were wearing formal Janissary uniforms, felt coats over their chain mail, and the tall hats on their heads were like white minarets, reaching into the sky.

After searching for a while, the four people found nothing. There was no trace of those children in the dormitory area.

"That doesn't make sense. All recruits should live in dormitories. There can't be any exceptions."

Astariel removed the silencing spell and communicated with her teammates with some confusion.

"Do you have any facilities like confinement rooms or prisons in your monastery?"

Aenarion said promptingly.

"These children have just been sold here, so they shouldn't be placed directly in the dormitory."

"There is a detention room, and it's quite large. The teachers will throw the most mischievous ones in there for a week, and they will be obedient when they come out. But it's for punishing disobedient students. New slaves should..."

Astariel thought about it carefully and shut her mouth. If most of the Janissaries did not participate voluntarily, then it was possible that they would be locked up in the confinement room as soon as they came in.

The four of them hurried to the confinement room. The locked door could not stop a scholar who had learned almost all the third-level spells in the world. Astarielle took out a branch and poked it into the keyhole. Then she used a druid spell to twist and reshape the tree to make it fit the hole perfectly. With a slight turn, the door opened.

Aenarion looked around warily. There was no light in the room, not even a trace of a candlestick. It seemed as if the room was immersed in darkness forever. Fortunately, the eye structure of the elves was different from that of humans. With the help of a little bit of weak moonlight, he could see everything clearly in the darkness.

Astariel was also a little nervous. In her cognition and education, this was the most terrifying place in the world. She stood beside Aenarion unconsciously, holding his left arm with some fear, and pressed her delicate body against Aenarion's tall body.

The white flesh of the breast enveloped Aenarion's entire left arm.

The group moved forward cautiously, and after opening another door, a shocking scene was revealed to everyone!

The hall inside the door seemed to be the residence of some extremely evil thing. At the end of this long and curved hall, stood an extremely magnificent and spectacular brain statue. The thing looked alive, and its bloody cerebral cortex was still wriggling and trembling.

Countless nerve knots in the shape of flesh tendrils spread throughout the hall with the brain sculpture as the center, forming a chaotic knot on the floor. The wriggling, living nerve tendrils tangled and intertwined together, turning into pillars of the hall that coiled upward, supporting the dark dome filled with chaotic stars. Countless burning braziers filled the air with the pungent smell of spices. The smell was so strong that it caused severe discomfort to the nasal cavity and even the eyes felt stinging.

The more than one hundred half-giant children were tied up tightly by slippery, swollen nerve tendrils and hung upside down on the ceiling of the hall, facing the brazier on the floor that was burning with strange green flames. Many of them had fainted from being hung upside down and inhaled by the smoke, and only the strongest ones could let out faint groans.

Astariel's eyes widened in horror. Some fragmented memories suddenly popped up in her mind. She was the best Janissary of that year, the most obedient student in the eyes of the teacher. Not to mention the solitary confinement room, she had never even received the lightest punishment of a slap on the hand! Why, why was she so familiar with this place? It was as if she had stayed in the solitary confinement room for a long time?

Chapter 76: Valkia

"These huge tentacles are living nerve ganglia. Let alone cutting them off and saving those children, even if you step on them with your feet, they will be immediately sensed by some indescribable thing."

Artemisia frowned, covered her nose, and looked at the blasphemous hall in front of her. The bloody exposed brains and the tangled nerve bundles on the floor, beams, and ceiling were too weird even for the eyes of Slaanesh believers.

"Also, the conditions of these children don't look good. If they could walk on their own, we could take a few more with us. But in their current state, a half-giant child can grow to about two meters at the age of eight. The four of us can't take too many with us."

"So, we have to rescue a few as quickly as possible and then quickly run back to the secret passage."

Aenarion summoned the ogre zombies. These eight-year-old men, who were two meters tall, certainly couldn't lift themselves. However, the ogre zombies could put the lead-spraying cannons on their backs and run away with the two children in their arms.

Astariel scratched her long golden hair, her purple eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. She tremblingly cast a spell, summoning a green bound horse with tree trunks as bones, vines as flesh, and pine needles as hair. It could barely carry two people, and Artemisia's Nightmare could carry two.

Aenarion looked at the children who were hung upside down by the neural network under the dome, wailing and crying, and felt deeply helpless. There were more than a hundred people, but he could only save six.

"Get ready, I found the child of Morlock, there."

Artemisia held the portrait in her left hand, and her right hand turned into a three-headed whip of Slaanesh. She carefully extended it forward, bypassing the neural network, touching the opponent's face, and carefully identifying the target of action.

"My suggestion is that we just take one and leave, and don't worry about the other kids. Those Vikings are in a dangerous situation, and we can't protect ourselves. Even in the recruit camp, there are more than 200 Janissaries here! Two Mahmoud-level things."

"That's not the case. Generally, the rank of a Janissary company commander is around level eight. My brother is level eleven and hasn't been promoted yet. It's just because the 199th Company he leads is a company that performs special missions."

At this moment, Astariel began to speak for these children.

"Save as many as you can. It's not like they can't escape! We can use the secret passage to slip away quickly."

Artemisia did not argue with her, but looked at Aenarion, waiting for his final decision.

"Summon the nightmares and save as many as you can. If you find that it is impossible to do so halfway, you can abandon the others and only take the son of Morlock with you."

Aenarion made up his mind, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on Astariel's quiet face. She first cast an [Acceleration Spell] to greatly increase the attack and movement speed of friendly forces, and then used the psychic power that could tear the earth apart and throw six huge surface rocks at the enemy.

Only this time, she violently tore through the neural tendrils with her psychic energy and caught the six children, suspending them in mid-air and floating towards her.

This action immediately alarmed the end of the hall. A huge thing that was covered in blood and looked like a hill slowly floated in the air. Scarlet and strange nerve tentacles stretched out from every fold of the brain and rushed towards everyone like a giant python!

At the same time, the tangled nerve tentacles on the ground, beams, walls and ceiling came alive at the same time. The hideous and strange nerve endings raised their heads like poisonous snakes, staring in the direction of the invader, and turned into a huge wave of flesh and blood tentacles, roaring over with the force of sweeping across the world!

"run!"

With the help of the acceleration technique, several people quickly ran out of the door and closed the door behind them tightly. Fortunately, the main brain was placed at the end of the hall, away from them.

It was very far away, and Astariel was standing at the door again, using her psychic power to pull people out, otherwise several people might have been trapped by the dense nerve tentacles.

After rushing out of the confinement room, Aenarion found that the monastery was already on alarm. The Janissaries on duty quickly climbed up the tower of the city wall and blocked the only entrance and exit. The Janissaries, awakened from their dreams, rushed out of the dormitory as quickly as possible with all kinds of weapons, and began to search the monastery. The weakest of them was a level 4 warrior, and their elite level was jaw-dropping. There were also a few people who looked difficult to deal with.

Under the protection of invisibility and under the leadership of Astariel, several people used levitation to float in the air and avoided the initial crowd. They then quickly took a shortcut and entered the mosque through a small door. They passed through the stone door under the protection of the fire avoidance spell. As long as they could cross those vertical rock walls, hope would be right in front of them!

Astariel excitedly descended all the way to the exit of the secret passage and gently pushed the wooden door covered by palm trees, but it didn't move at all.

Astariel's smile froze instantly. She pushed hard, but the wooden door didn't move at all!

"Step aside!"

Artemisia pushed the frail Estariel away and slammed the door, but it failed to budge at all. The flesh and blood in her right hand instantly turned into a giant scimitar, and with a few dazzling arcs, it instantly split the wooden door into several pieces, revealing a huge stone behind it.

Someone blocked this hole?!

"Respected Mr. Aenarion, I am Valkia of the Black Wolf Clan, the daughter of Chief Moloch. I have followed you all the way. I admire your courage and bravery, but now, I want to negotiate a condition with you."

Just as everyone was extremely shocked, a cold female voice was heard from outside the boulder.

"My father, the chieftain of the Black Wolf clan, Morlock, betrayed me. After my mother died, he swore never to marry and made me his heir.

But nine years ago, my father married a little daughter who looked like my mother, my biological sister. Eight years ago, he gave birth to a baby boy with her. Last month, he wanted this eight-year-old brother to replace me as my heir. That little guy had bad luck and was captured by the dark elves and made a slave when he went out to play. I was very happy at first, but I didn't expect that you could actually save him.

So, now can you let my brother die at the hands of the Janissaries?"

“Are you fucking crazy? We are in an Ottoman city now! If anything goes wrong, your entire clan of plunderers will be finished! The clan you want to inherit will also be burned to ashes by the furious Janissaries! You’re trying to do this at this critical moment? Move this boulder away quickly!!!”

Aenarion roared in disbelief, and at the same time quickly checked what the female Viking had used to block the hole, to see if there was any way to break it.

The female voice behind the boulder was silent for a moment, and then spoke in an even colder and more determined voice.

"No one can stop me. Not my father, not the elves, not Osman. I will rule this clan, or watch it turn into a scorched earth."

Chapter 77: The Blessing of Slaanesh

Astariel frowned and took out a spellbook covered with blue feathers. She carried a total of thirteen spellbooks, corresponding to the eight schools of mages, the divine spells of druids, rangers, priests, paladins, and the ancient and mysterious witchcraft, so that she could change the spell slots used at any time.

In the current situation, the teacher has taught me in class that I know the knowledge points on how to crack the door blockage.

Astariel picked up a pen and paper and wrote a few words quickly, showing them to everyone while Aenarion was arguing with the man outside the stone. Aenarion and Artemisia nodded and immediately went into combat readiness. Artemisia's right hand turned into a long blade of Slaanesh, and Aenarion began to cast amplification magic on himself.

[Inert Armor] constructs a gorgeous gold-inlaid Imperial armor, [Vitality] summons life-saving psychic skeletons, and [Damage Sharing] reduces any attack damage received by half, and passes the other half to the Leopard Girl.

The two were ready, but the Leopard Woman was still standing there stupidly. There was a kind of innocent beauty on her wild face - she was illiterate.

Aenarion whispered something in her ear, and the girl, who was raised by wild beasts, suddenly realized what was going on. She turned into a leopard and prepared to fight the three men.

Seeing that the three were ready, Astariel used the [Gaseous Form] of the Transfiguration School to transform the four bodies into a wisp of ethereal green breeze one by one, which looked somewhat similar to the ghost banshee in the arena.

"Well, Mr. Aenarion, have we reached an agreement? As long as you kill my brother and leave him in this secret passage, you will gain my friendship. When I become the chief of the Black Wolf Clan in the future, the entire Black Wolf Clan will be your friend."

Valkia's voice sounded a little irritable and impatient. This was Ottoman territory and at the foot of the Janissary Monastery. The longer they delayed, the more dangerous it would be.

It seems that she doesn't completely ignore her clan.

"Okay, I agree. I'll kill your brother right now."

Aenarion threw the six unconscious children and the ogre zombie into the cave. While answering, he easily passed through the tiny gaps between the rock wall and the boulders like a breeze, and carefully stuck his head out to observe the enemy's full appearance.

Outside the boulder, Valkia was the only one there.

The slender body was covered by a blood-red cloak, and the face was hidden under a hat made of wolf fur, so the whole picture could not be seen. He held a spear in his right hand and a shield in his left hand.

How did she move the boulder all by herself?

Aenarion was worried and used a reconnaissance spell.

【Valkia】

Level 3 (2nd level fighter + 1st level barbarian)

Health 35, Mana 0