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"Run southwest! The nearest island is Rhodes, where there are the remains of the statue of Helios, the god of the sun. We have to go there to see it anyway. Besides, it is also the base of the Knights Hospitaller. The Romans in the entire Aegean Sea are ruined, and the Italians only want to do business. Only the Crusaders led by the Burgundians dare to fight the Ottomans!

Artemisia acted decisively and immediately turned the rudder, changing the course and parting ways with the Khorne pirates.

"The Knights Hospitaller, how strong are they? Who is their Grand Master? Can they defeat these people? I'm not too afraid of those three slave ships and the dark elf slavers, but that carrack behind them looks like it's carrying a whole ship of Janissaries!"

Aenarion asked nervously as he ordered the zombie sailors to change the course of the sails.

"Nineteen years ago, in 1431, the previous Grand Master died at the hands of the Ottomans, so a female paladin who had advanced to the Heavenly Guard was parachuted in from Burgundy and became the new Grand Master of the Knights Templar. Her name was Hepans de Liones. She defeated the Ottomans several times at sea and thwarted their plan to seize Rhodes Island."

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Chapter 80: The Thousand Wounded Sons

The Ulthuan fled southward. Seeing that the pursuers were three galleys and a caravel, Artemisia immediately used her old trick. She first made the sea in front of the ship become a tailwind to speed up her own ship, then made the sea astern become a headwind to slightly slow down the speed of the galley, and even forced the Ottoman caravel to change the angle of its bow and sail, so as to take a longer and more time-consuming "Z" shaped course.

After a while, the Ulthuan was in the front, the three galleys in the middle, and the Ottoman carrack at the end. The intervals and distances between the three ships became larger and larger as the wind direction changed.

Seeing that his side was having a hard time pursuing them, nine dark shadows leapt up from the deck of Izar's ship. Aenarion squinted his eyes and discovered that they were nine Turkified dark elves walking in the night. Under their feet, the sky seemed as thick as the earth, allowing them to run and gallop freely.

The leader of the nine dark elves was Izar Khayon, the female slave owner.

"Captain Aenarion? This is your ship!

Why? We have made it clear that I pay and you deliver. Slavery has existed since the rise of the first tribes in the Stone Age, the city-states in the Bronze Age, and the emergence of a unified empire. You transported them to Izmir, so why do you want to participate in the operation to save them? Do you want to be an enemy of the Ottoman Empire?"

Izar looked down at Aenarion and his zombie crew in confusion.

"Then what do you mean? Aren't you slave traders? Why are you chasing us with the Ottoman Navy?"

Aenarion asked instead of answering, calmly looking at the slave master soaring overhead.

"This is a trial."

Izar said somewhat helplessly, with a pair of charming eyes under his long black hair, looking at Aenarion in a friendly manner.

"Every legion's new recruits have to take a special test before they officially become Janissaries. Our mission is to capture at least 300 slaves in the Black Sea and bring them back to Izmir to supplement the strength of our friendly 13th Legion. However, we encountered an unexpectedly strong enemy, the large number of Khorne pirates. Fortunately, with your help, our batch of new recruits were able to graduate.

Let me introduce myself to you again. The one in front of you is the 15th Janissary Legion: the Thousand Sons recruit, Izar Kayan."

Izar chanted rapidly, and Aenarion read the message quickly. Twenty-four ribs and a piece of slippery, wet grease appeared on Aenarion's body and feet at the same time. His left foot slipped and he lost his balance. His back of the head fell heavily to the ground under the protection of the psychic bones.

But at the same time, a flaming fireball the size of a carriage whizzed out from the tip of Izar's staff! The bright flames illuminated half of the night sky, and it hit Aenarion directly like a meteor, melting more than half of his psychic bones and igniting the fat under him, causing the entire area to explode into a blazing sea of ​​fire!

[Second-Ring Spell: Oil Spell]: Consumes 3 mana points to fill an area with flammable and slippery grease. Once ignited, it will immediately cause 4 to 24 points of flame damage.

【三环咒法·火球术】：消耗5点法力，对半径7米的圆形区域内所有目标，造成5~30点火焰伤害。（每额外消耗1点法力，火焰伤害提高1~6）

Aenarion rolled out of the tar sea in a panic. The psychic skeleton he had just summoned had melted away under the burning of the double flames, forcing him to summon another skeleton to save his life. What the hell was this Janice of the Fifteenth Legion? Normally, all spells and psychic chants had a casting time of three seconds. How did she manage to chant two spells in three seconds?

Aenarion's question remained unanswered. When he completed his psychic power, Izar once again completed two three-ring fireball spells at the same time. Accompanied by the mysterious and complex chanting of incantations, two chariot-sized fireballs formed simultaneously from the tips of her staffs. One blasted towards Aenarion, and the other blasted directly towards the sail, trying to destroy the mast and prevent the Ulthuan from moving forward.

At this moment, after obtaining the spell sharing, Astariel, whose body was also wrapped in psychic bones, took action. An equally huge fireball screamed through the night sky and collided with the fireball attacking the mast. The two equally gorgeous fireballs of flaming flames refused to give in to each other and collided violently, crushing and burning each other's magic cores, and finally exploded together!

The two fireballs merged into one in the dark night sky and exploded into a gorgeous cloud of flames. Countless tiny flames, dragging billowing black smoke, splashed in all directions like fireworks.

And Aenarion once again relied on his psychic bones to withstand the opponent's fireball. Almost every bone in his body melted and disintegrated in the high temperature flames.

"Be careful, this is a very advanced super magic technique, the spell is cast instantly."

Astariel said cautiously.

“Most magic must be chanted before it can be cast. The average time is three seconds, but there are also some swift spells that require six seconds to chant, or no chanting at all.

However, you can use the spell instant casting technique to instantly cast a spell that requires a casting timer, but the cost is an extra 4 mana points. This instant casting will also put a great burden on the body and mind, and you can only cast an instant casting once every six seconds on average. "

"They are the new recruits of the 15th Thousand Sons Legion. This legion is the smallest among the 20 Janissary legions, with only a thousand men. However, every Thousand Son is a noble spellcaster, a master of spell skills."

Izar frowned and decided to retreat behind the scenes and find the flaws of the few people before taking action. She waved her hand, and the other eight Thousand Sons floating in the air chanted spells. Eight flame rays whizzed down from the sky, like eight gorgeous flaming comets, or like eight bright and dazzling sunlight, attacking Aenarion at the same time!

"Come here!"

Aenarion used the skills of a Death Knight. A large hand made of bones stretched out from the left shoulder of the psychic skeleton, spanning a distance of dozens of meters to grab a Janissary and suddenly pulled him in front of him. The speed of pulling him was even faster than the flame rays, so he blocked the man in front of him. Eight flame rays hit the unfortunate guy at the same time, burning eight black, carbonized flame holes in his torso.

At this moment, the Leopard Woman also launched a sniper attack silently. When their attention was focused on Aenarion, a rune spear whistled and pierced through

In the night sky, a shot accurately pierced the throat of a Janissary, causing him to fall helplessly like a withered leaf, dragging a line of blood in the sky.

Chapter 81: Tzeentch Demon

After a successful strike, Aenarion used Death Grip again, trying to catch the flying spellcasters on the deck to fight, forcing Izar and his group who were floating in the air to retreat. This necromancy spell that could instantly pull people back to his side had a range that covered almost all mainstream spells. If you wanted to cast a spell, you had to be careful of the dangerous left hand made of bones. If you were not careful, you would be caught in front of the enemy - this was very fatal to mages who were not good at close combat.

The only spell with a longer range than Death Grip is Fireball, a third-level energy-shaping spell with a starting range of 200 meters. The other Thousand Sons recruits are still fourth-level spellcasters and have not yet learned it. Right now, only Izar has crossed the threshold of fifth level.

Izar was also frowning at this moment. As a fifth-level wizard, he fired three three-ring fireballs and one two-ring fuel in a row. Two of them used the instant super magic technique, which consumed a lot of extra mana. Although he suppressed the enemy in a short period of time, his mana was almost exhausted. The strategy of launching a lightning offensive at the beginning to defeat the enemy has failed.

She is just a mage, not a dual elite professional of the Angelos family who can learn two professions at the same time and stack two mana bars together. Her mana is twice that of ordinary people. In terms of attrition war, she is no match for Astariel. Her mana is even only slightly higher than that of the third-level Aenarion who also got the Angelos bloodline for free.

"These people are really tricky. We should not be too eager for quick success and instant benefits and try to save face in front of our predecessors. We just need to burn their sails, limit their speed, and wait for the predecessors behind to catch up. As long as we don't think about winning, we will definitely not lose."

Izar put some magic power on his index finger and drew a strange demonic magic circle out of thin air, tearing apart the barrier between the physical universe and the chaotic space, and summoning a very strange creature: that thing looked like a ball of blue flesh, but the flesh and blood were like flames, constantly changing its appearance and outline. On the flesh ball, there was a hideous face, three arms as thin as firewood, two wilted calves, and a long thin tail. The magic power emanating from the whole person was extremely cold, which made people feel creepy.

The last time Aenarion felt this way was when he was possessed by the six-armed god Slaanesh.

【Blue Monster】

Level 2 (Level 2 Tzeentch Demon)

Health 16, Mana 0

Change flame +7 hits, fire damage 6~25

Protection 0

Strength 9, Agility 9, Constitution 9

Intelligence 20, Wisdom 10, Charisma 10

[Birth of Witchcraft]: Intelligence replaces strength, and agility is used to calculate attack hits and damage.

Aenarion used an identification spell and found that the little thing that kept changing its appearance was actually a demon. Although its attributes were very poor and its health was very low, for a second-level creature, the damage of the changing flames was very considerable.

The other six Janissaries also summoned identical demons. Seven Thousand Sons recruits stood high in the sky, holding seven demons in their hands. The blue lumps of flesh made weird screams. Three skinny little hands kneaded a ball of azure witchcraft fire out of thin air and threw it towards the sail. These demons attacked very quickly, taking an average of three seconds to knead and throw out a ball of changing flames, dragging blue burning tracks in the air and blasting towards the distant sails.

No matter how strong Astarielle was, she couldn't counter seven spells at the same time. She had no choice but to use Heavy Rain again, letting a line of raindrops cover the entire ship and extinguish the burned and burning sails, preserving the ship's sailing ability to the maximum extent. However, it was only a last-ditch effort. Several people were soaked, and their wet clothes stuck to their skin. Neither Aenarion's muskets nor the ogre's cannons could be used normally.

Izar and the others were not impatient. After the first wave of spell bombardment failed to kill the enemy, they no longer thought about taking the lead. They just floated at the stern where Aenarion could not reach them, and kept ordering the summoned demons to burn the sails with long-range flames.

"Artemisia, estimate the distance. If we turn the ship sideways and use the side cannons to attack, will we be attacked by the ship behind us because the turning time is too long?"

Aenarion felt a headache looking at the mages flying in the sky.

"Too close. Once we turn the ship sideways, we will definitely be attacked by the three galleys. Although your zombie servants are numerous and powerful, if we all attack together and pay a price, we may be able to defeat these new recruits, but once we are entangled by them, the carrack behind us will also approach. Forget about boarding. As long as we enter the spell range, the Thousand Sons on the ship can eat us all with a single spell volley."

Artemisia took the helm, looked back, and immediately rejected Aenarion's proposal.

"How far is Rhodes Island?"

"It's still early. We've only just begun. By the way, Aenarion, you take the helm!"

Artemisia looked at the summoned Tzeentch demon and suddenly came up with an idea.

The two switched positions, Artemisia joined the battlefield, raised her left hand, and seven pale pink chains whizzed out, hitting the seven summoned Tzeentch blue monsters at the same time! Three of the chains were burned by the flames, and four chains tied them tightly.

The demons let out miserable roars at the tumorous bodies, and the three small hands once again pinched the flames, but this time, the four transformed flames directly smashed into the bodies of their companions!

If I can't control the Janissaries, can't I control the low-level demons you summoned?

"Damn those Slaanesh followers! They always find a way to steal other people's stuff!"

The Thousand Sons recruits shouted in anger and had to shift their attention to the fire demons controlled by Slaanesh, fighting the demons they summoned in the air. Aenarion, drenched by the heavy rain, turned the rudder awkwardly and ordered the zombies to change the direction of the sails, taking this opportunity to distance themselves from them again.

The Ulthuan was running in the front, with three galleys and a carrack chasing behind. A group of people crossed the raging waves and continued to flee southward. The two sides chased each other for an unknown amount of time, from dusk to dawn. At this moment, everyone could see the vague outline of Rhodes Island in the distance. Among the many islands around, this island was the largest and richest.

In the plains, a large number of windmills stand among the lush wheat fields. On the hills, citrus, pomegranate, grape, fig and olive groves stretch out and rise. Under the blowing of the sea breeze, thousands of leaves dance along with the windmill blades.

"I'll go call for reinforcements!"

Astariel had also heard of the Grand Commander of Rhodes Island. After a night of fighting, she was exhausted and summoned a green-bound peregrine falcon. She then cast a flash spell on it, making it emit dazzling light all over its body to attract people's attention. Then she added an extremely sharp and piercing magic broadcast to it.

"The Ottomans are coming! Help! Help!"

The Green-bound Peregrine Falcon fluttered its wings covered with leaves and feathers, and rushed south with Astariel's voice! The flash magic attached to it made it as dazzling as a meteor. As long as the knights of Rhodes Island were not blind or deaf, they would be able to spot it.

"Izar Kayan! We are about to arrive at Rhodes Island. Are we going to give up like this? This is an extra test given to us by the veterans of the legion. If we can pass it, we new recruits will definitely impress the company commander and even the legion commander! We will have a bright future in the legion in the future!"

Several new recruits of the Thousand Sons were getting anxious. The opponent's defense was ridiculously high, and their quick attack failed, and their own magic power was exhausted.

There is a Slaanesh thing that can instantly control low-level demons. Summoning demons to consume them is useless, and the prey that has been caught is about to slip away.

"Don't! Those three spellcasters are all very powerful and seem to have been through a lot of battles. They are very difficult to deal with.

Aenarion is a Death Knight. His [Death Grip] can instantly pull us to the deck and surround and kill us. There is another person hiding in the dark and throwing javelins. There are also a lot of zombies hiding in the cabin... The advantage in numbers is on the other side. We just took a risk and they seized the opportunity to kill two of our brothers, while they did not receive much damage under the protection of protective magic.

Don't worry, we have already successfully become Janissaries. This is just an extra mission. We can just give up. There is no need to risk our lives."

Izar was also a little anxious. Although he had just recovered some mana through training, he was not sure of winning.

"Fuck you! You have a captain brother in the legion to back you up, so your future is guaranteed, but we don't! If we can't complete this mission and make a name for ourselves, what are we going to do in the future? Stop standing here and talking nonsense, brothers! Just attack! For the glory of the Fifteenth Legion!"

Except for Izar, the other six recruits could not hold back and rushed directly into Aenarion's casting range, chanting magic rapidly and launching another night attack!

Chapter 82: Holy War! Holy War!

Six mages chanted spells at the same time. Aenarion held the rudder tightly with both hands and multitasked, steering the boat, commanding the zombies, and reading spells in his mind. Astarielle and Artemisia also began to chant spells. The two sides started the second round of confrontation within the effective range of the spells!

The six Janissaries used a mixture of fuel magic and flame rays. They cooperated very well. Three pools of flammable and explosive greasy grease instantly appeared under the feet of the three people, making them unstable. Three flame rays screamed through the sky and quickly approached the ship.

But at the same time, the spells of the three were also completed. Aenarion waved his staff, and one of the garnets on the Secret Fire Ring dimmed. He directly used his strongest attack method, shooting out five magic flame fireballs burning with chaotic colors. The damage was as high as 12 to 47 points of flame damage under a series of amplifications. He bombarded the five Janissary recruits at the same time, and then slid to the ground.

Astariel also used her strongest range attack. She lay in the grease in a mess, and pulled out six spears from the dimensional bag. Her purple eyes were surrounded by silver psychic lightning. The six spears first emitted a faint psychic glow, then floated in the air, screaming and smashing at the six people in the air! It was to rely on their own super defensive spells to exchange blood for blood!

Artemisia even summoned her own nightmare horse, turned over and rode on it. The black horse with its four hooves burning the fire of Slaanesh stepped into the sky. She led the Paladin of Slaanesh and charged towards the seven people under the cover of five chaos fireballs and six psychic spears.

"boom!!!"

Amid deafening explosions, the attacks from both sides arrived simultaneously, with Aenarion and Aenarion

Starriel was engulfed by the exploding oil and flames, but the psychic bones on their bodies withstood all the damage. The protection of the six mages was far less terrible than that of Aenarion, and they were blown to pieces by the fireball. Four of the six spears hit the target, piercing through their bodies, creating a series of miserable blood flowers in the air. The blood fell from the sky like raindrops, dyeing the sea under their feet red.

Before the recruits could react, Artemisia had already ridden Nightmare into the air and rushed in front of them, leaving a series of flaming hoof prints in the air. Her right hand transformed into a three-meter-long spear, accurately piercing a mage's chest. The galloping Nightmare slammed into the second mage with unparalleled ferocity. The huge impact force made him fly backwards like a light and fragile piece of garbage, spitting blood!

The charge of the Slaanesh Paladin was extremely brutal. In one charge, he killed two mages with low health.

Artemisia raised her right hand. The tip of the spear of flesh and blood still hung the corpse of the mage, whose chest was pierced by flames. The sea breeze made the broken body look like a huge flag of flesh and blood, fluttering on the tip of the spear. Thousands of blood flowed down the tip of the spear like a waterfall, rendering the armor of the Paladin of Slaanesh into the appearance of hell.

"Fight this Nightmare Knight first!!!"

The four remaining people panicked, and Izar was dragged into the battle by these new recruits who were eager to make achievements, so he had to fight side by side with his classmates.

And when they finished the chant and launched an attack on Artemisia, Aenarion completed a new chant, and the bony hand once again crossed the sky, suddenly grabbed a mage, and pulled them from the sky to the deck of the ship!

The unlucky guy felt a pain in his back and his eyes went dark. Before he could react, dozens of zombies holding hammers and shields pressed over, drowning them like a wave. A large number of zombies frantically beat the enemy with hammers and shields, and even bit his flesh with their teeth, making him let out a cruel wail.

As long as you can rush to their side and use close combat to restrict the opponent's use of spells, there is nothing to be afraid of a wizard.

"I told you not to be reckless! These people are not to be underestimated!"

Seeing the situation change drastically and three classmates getting into trouble one after another, Izar Khayon also panicked, and instantly fired a burst of flash dust at Artemisia. In an instant, a large amount of tiny gold foil appeared out of thin air beside her, reflecting the light of the stars and the moon. The dazzling light made her unable to open her eyes and she fell into a blind state, allowing the remaining three injured classmates to escape from Slaanesh's army.

Aenarion had endured so many attacks, how could he let her get away easily? He turned into a peregrine falcon and flew into the sky, instantly shortening the distance by ten meters and bringing Izar into his attack range. The bone hand whizzed out again and grabbed her body!

After a successful attack, Aenarion turned quickly and dived towards the deck. The bony hand also grabbed the terrified Izar and approached the deck, throwing her into the group of zombies. In an instant, two zombies hit her chest and abdomen with their shields, making her trapped between the two shields like a sandwich, unable to move.

The third zombie raised the Morning Star Hammer high and smashed it hard on her head! The dripping blood instantly dyed the bodies of the three zombies red.

Izar's head was hit so hard that her skull was shattered. Half of her head was sunken inward and blood was gushing out. The two zombies let go of their shields and she collapsed limply on the deck, her white body twitching slightly.

There are three more!

Aenarion was killing with great enthusiasm. The Hand of Bones whizzed out again, and [Death Grip] pulled the enemy closer. A large number of zombies surrounded and killed them with hammer and shield. This trick was really useful against mages.

At this moment, suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky, and a pair of large hands wearing silver armor popped out of the crack. With a sudden pull, the crack expanded into a chaotic crack that one person could pass through.

Before they could react, a Janissary wearing full body plate armor of Shinra and a red robe over the armor strode onto the deck through the space crack. He was like a red tower, with only his eyes flashing with psychic lightning, exposed to the air. In his hand was a 1.6-meter-long yew wood staff, on which he had attached a Viking's Nordic axe blade, making him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

This spell is a fourth-level spell: Anywhere Door? This person is at least a seventh-level spellcaster!

The plate armor mage stretched out his left hand and clenched it in the air. The psychic lightning in the corner of his eyes became more and more dazzling. In an instant, more than a dozen zombies on the deck emitted a faint blood-red glow. Under the control of psychic power, their feet left the ground and floated in the air. Then, like cannonballs, they smashed towards Aenarion and the other two, knocking them all away and making them fall on the deck in a very embarrassed manner.

"Izar! Are you okay?"

After a successful attack, the plate armor mage did not take the opportunity to attack and destroy the enemy in one go. Instead, he ran to Izar in panic and helped her up. His left hand radiated a faint psychic light, healing and recovering the wound on her head.

Aenarion quickly cast a vitality spell, creating three psychic skeletons, while protecting himself and his two familiars, Artemisia and Estariele.

He used an identification technique by the way. The elites among the Janissaries were very arrogant and did not bother to hide their information. On the contrary, the new recruits like Izar hid their information tightly. He was not easily

Song got the other party's information.