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Aenarion bowed and stated his position and identity.

"No need to thank me. Saving fellow Christians and combating the activities of pagans in the Aegean Sea is the duty of the Knights Hospitaller."

Hepanthus smiled a warm and gentle smile, which was refreshing to look at. She carefully examined the new deck and sails of the Ulthuan, then took two rolls of parchment from the package.

"You must be the famous Aenarion. This is the ship I escorted to Constantinople. The Eastern Romans have been spreading the word that a hero rescued their princess from the Ottomans and was rewarded with a caravel."

Aenarion was a little surprised. The Eastern Romans were spreading this matter everywhere?

"Since you are willing to fight the Janissaries, then we are friends on the same front. Are you willing to sign this document?"

Aenarion unfolded the parchment and found that it was a permission document with the double seals of the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller and the Cardinal of Rhodes. There were many words written on it, but it could be summed up in one sentence: By the order of God and the Pope, (____) is allowed to legally rob pagan ships in the Aegean Sea.

Once signed, intelligence can be shared with Rhodes and other signatories of the agreement, and looted ships, Ottoman or other pagan heads can be exchanged for various rewards in Rhodes.

The legendary privateering license.

A ship of unknown origin is difficult to sell unless you keep it for your own use. For those who do not have private ports or shipyards, keeping an extra ship is a burden. Recruiting an extra crew to run the ship, the huge wages and expenses will also bring huge cost pressure. Even if you use undead crew members, there will still be a limit on the number of people you can control.

But now, the Knights Hospitaller have given you a better choice: you rob the Ottomans, the goods belong to you, and the ships belong to me, and I will give you additional rewards according to the number of ships you seize and the number of pagans you kill. In this way, the privateer captain gains wealth, the Knights of Rhodes gains a fleet, and at a very low cost, they train a naval guerrilla force that can constantly harass the enemy. It is a win-win situation.

Aenarion thought about it and decided that it was not the first time that he had offended the Ottomans, and they did not force him to join any particular faction. So, he signed his name in the blank without hesitation, leaving a privateering license for himself and placing the other one solemnly in Hepans's hands.

"Very good, Aenarion, welcome to join us in the fight against the Ottomans. Well, you have also killed some Janissaries, so you have some merits. Let's put it this way, you can search for some supplies on the four ships, and regard it as our sponsorship of food and supplies to fight the Ottomans. Take this map, it is a map of the nearest areas in the Aegean Sea."

Hepans handed over another map, which showed many islands in the Aegean Sea and the coastal cities of Greece and Anatolia. Each city, fortress, stronghold, and even village was marked in great detail, and was almost the same as the map that Indrognir had left for her.

The only difference is that Portmos, Naxos, Keira, Messinia, and the entire island of Crete, all of these Venetian territories, are now marked in Ottoman red.

"Aren't these islands and cities Venetian? Why are they now Ottoman in color? What happened?"

Aenarion was surprised.

"A terrible coup d'état took place in Venice. The prince who had been in office for more than sixty years successfully overthrew his father. Blind Dandolo now doesn't know what's going on.

It can be seen that all the policies of the new governor were pro-Ottoman.

Before, although the old blind man also did business with the Ottomans, he was always restrained and often favored Christians. He would never sell some things. However, in order to establish his reputation and win the hearts of governors, chamber of commerce presidents, and fleet captains, the new governor abolished all his father's orders. The Venetians now buy and sell everything, and even allow the Ottoman army to be stationed on their islands in order to suppress riots. Now it is no problem to say that this place belongs to the Ottomans. "

Even when talking about such a dire situation, Hepans still maintained a formulaic smile, like a robot executing a set program, which made Aenarion feel a strange sense of disharmony, as if, as if the person in front of him was a puppet.

"Now, we no longer recognize that the islands in the Aegean Sea are colonies of the Venetians. Whoever can grab them will own them."

Hepans said with a smile.

Aenarion nodded, understanding the severity of the current situation. He was not polite. He had no shortage of food or anything, but what he lacked was ammunition. After some negotiation, several people took away twenty 12-pound granite shells from the Janissary's sailing ship, twenty chain shells specially used to hit masts and limit the speed of enemy ships, twenty shotgun shells for bombarding crew members, and 162 kilograms of black gunpowder that could be used to launch these things. It took several wooden barrels to hold it.

After some transportation, several ships also sailed into the harbor of Rhodes. The harbor was shaped like a gourd, with a very narrow entrance, but it was extremely spacious inside and outside the harbor, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. The statue of the sun god Helios, or Asuryan, once stood on the stone pillars on both sides of the harbor entrance with his legs apart and torches held high.

But now, the huge and majestic bronze statue had been destroyed and taken away by the Arab Ghis people who occupied this place hundreds of years ago, leaving nothing behind.

Aenarion stood on the stone pillars where the statue of Asuryan had once stood. The two round stone pillars covered a huge area. The two bronze deer stood alone in the same place, small and empty, without the majestic momentum that one might have imagined. The gods who once stood on them were gone.

At this moment, the illusory mirage once again unfolded before Aenarion's eyes. It was a carefully drawn map of Europe with a very obvious flame marked in the east. It seemed to be Asuryan, telling the current location of his broken statue.

Aenarion gazed at the flames and saw that the flames marked the place in Egypt.

Well, if you have time, you can go to Egypt and see what is going on.

Even as Aenarion was thinking, a stream of fiery energy flowed into his body along the stone pillar where Asuryan once stood. The arcane blood coursing through his veins became more and more turbulent, and the scarlet blood was filled with purple magic. He upgraded himself once again, to a fourth-level psychic and a fourth-level death knight. His charisma also increased by an additional 2 points.

PS: The yellow circle is the Venetian territory with Ottoman garrisons.

Chapter 86: The Secret of the Contract

A fourth-level psychic can choose two additional spells from the gifts of ancestral blood and place them in the known list. This is a charm caster. Although the spells are few, they are given directly.

However, intelligence spellcasters like the Death Knight do not have the benefit of spells falling from the sky. If they want to learn any magic, they can only slowly search and learn it by themselves.

Aenarion thought for a moment. Frequently encountering powerful enemies and with an extremely lack of sense of security, he chose a second-level protective magic [Wings of Refuge]: it instantly consumes 3 points of magic power and makes one attack immune.

However, this thing is the same as instant magic. All magic released instantly will cause a great burden on the mind and body. It can only be used once in six seconds and shares the same CD as instant super magic.

Well, now I have [Inert Armor] to increase defense, [Vitality] to increase life, [Damage Sharing] to offset half of the damage, and [Wings of Shelter] that can make me immune to damage every six seconds, combined with [Secondary Evil Aura] and [Mark of the Phoenix] that can restore 1 point of health every six seconds, my mage tank profession structure has been taken to a higher level.

As for the second spell, he chose [Suggestion].

A first-level charm spell is powerful, but it has a very embarrassing shortcoming - as long as a battle breaks out, it is almost impossible to cast the charm spell successfully. No matter how powerful this first-level spell is, it is impossible to deceive a person who is fighting and say that the mortal enemy opposite is your friend.

Suggestion is different. The caster can deeply hypnotize the target's brain and control the target's action once by suggesting at most one or two words, or asking the target to take certain actions.

Although it can only affect the opponent's action once, it can be used in battle. If used well, it can be enough to change the entire battle situation.

"what?"

Artemisia exclaimed as Aenarion had just chosen his magic.

"My class level suddenly increased? This shouldn't be the case. I've been so busy lately that I haven't worshipped Slaanesh or studied other classes. Why did my level suddenly increase?"

Aenarion was also surprised, and a dense line of

Numb purple characters suddenly appeared in his eyes. They were the attribute tables of Artemisia and the Khorne girl Valkia. Countless professions appeared like stars in the sky, urging him to choose a new profession for his upgraded magical pet.

They were all level 3 professionals, and I had just been promoted to level 4. So, because of the pet contract, these two also broke through the threshold of level 4 professionals along with me? And I could choose new professions for them? New professions?

Aenarion looked at the optional professions. Apart from the twelve basic professions, the rest were all professions he had seen recorded in the White Tower of Hoeth and in the books of Astariel, or professions he had encountered in past battles. There were more than forty of them, covering almost all the options.

This is very abnormal, not to mention those noble advanced professions. Mages are learned by three years of legal examinations and five years of simulations, and warlocks are lucky people who can awaken by virtue of the blood of their ancestors. Ordinary people simply cannot have these professions, but I seem to be able to choose a new upgraded profession for my contracted magic pet at will?

Aenarion got excited and started building professional teams. I'm familiar with this!

As for Valkia, she is a level 2 warrior + level 1 barbarian. Her physical attributes of strength, agility and constitution are very strong, but her mental attributes of intelligence, perception and charisma are all negative. She is a standard melee barbarian template, and can turn into a giant. If she wants to go further, it would be best to get a dragon vein warlock like Mahmoud to further enhance her strength and melee combat. Aenarion chose [Combat Warlock] as her new profession without hesitation.

This is a variant of the Warlock, which greatly enhances the Warlock's melee ability, but the cost is only a weakening of the spellcasting ability. Anyway, the purpose of choosing this profession is to meet the prerequisites of the advanced Dragon Vein Warlock. As for blood inheritance, you can choose it yourself, but you can only choose the most common one. The special blood inheritance of the Angelos and Valleolo families cannot be selected.

Aenarion thought about it and chose the bloodline that was most suitable for assisting melee combat, a branch of dragon blood.

[Blood Inheritance Scarlet Savage Dragon]: Gain spell resistance equal to 10 + character level, and additionally gain claws, dragon horns, and dragon tail as primary natural weapons. Causes 1 to 6 points of fire + physical damage.

In an instant, Valkia, who had already returned to the Black Sea, felt a violent and bloody force rushing into her body. The nails of her claws grew several centimeters longer and became extremely sharp and hard. A pair of gorgeous red dragon horns also emerged from her white forehead, and her long red hair was as beautiful as the sunset. A dragon tail covered with blood-colored scales also tore through her trousers and emerged from the tail vertebrae, vaguely revealing two white buttocks, as if endless power was pouring out of her body!

Valkia was extremely excited. The god she believed in did not deceive her. He really gave her great power. She looked forward to defeating her father openly and winning the position of chief!

Artemisia, on the other hand, is a bit troublesome.

Paladins usually fight with all kinds of buffing spells on their bodies, and based on the different buffing spells, they are roughly divided into punishment paladins who charge into battle, protection paladins who protect teammates, and holy paladins who save the wounded and rescue the dying. The paladins under Hepans's command who ride Pegasus into battle are all punishment paladins.

However, Artemisia is a Slaanesh Paladin. This demon class greatly enhances the divine abilities of dispel and command, and does not distinguish between types. The dispel/command abilities of ordinary paladins can only target one type of creature, such as demons and undead. Her power of command can be used on any target whose level is less than or equal to her own.

Perhaps it was because Slaanesh's ability was too strong, or perhaps there were no other paladins around to teach her, she never learned the traditional paladin's spell enhancements at all. Just like a mind flayer, she controlled the enemy soldiers to switch sides on the battlefield and launched charges from time to time.

Aenarion thought for a moment and decided to continue being a Slaanesh Paladin. A level 4 Slaanesh Paladin could use 2nd-level divine spells. It was worth it. It was not too late to practice that set of spell enhancements from now on. By the way, she could also strengthen some holy healing abilities. She was the only one in the team who could take on the responsibility of a healer.

After making her choice, Artemisia was surprised to find that she had actually upgraded her career level to that of a Slaanesh Paladin. She looked at Aenarion in disbelief, as this special ability was far beyond her imagination.

Mariana and Astariel, one was originally level 4 and the other level 6, were not affected by me. It seems that if I want to influence their career construction, I can only wait until my level exceeds theirs. If this magic pet contract is so convenient, then if I wait until I exceed the 20th career level and become a legend, and then sign a level 1 magic pet, will that level 1 person become a legend at the same time as me?

Forget it, that’s too far away, let’s take a look at the current situation first.

Aenarion (High Elf)

Level 4 (4rd-level Psion)

Level 4 (Level 4 Death Knight)

Health 31, Mana 39

Rifle hit rate -5, physical damage 10~80

Protection 3 (Apprentice Robe +1, Agility +2)

Strength 14, Agility 14, Constitution 10

Intelligence 16, Wisdom 8, Charisma 22

[Casting Level +1]

[Fire magic level +1]

[Spell Damage +6]

[Enslave the Undead: 50/72]

Aenarion looked at his

Attribute table, the mana of the Psion and the Death Knight are added together, making his mana twice that of an ordinary person. Like the two Angros, he no longer has to worry too much about running out of mana.

The total level of controllable undead also soared to 72. A maximum of level 4 undead could be controlled. Finally, the Ogre Lead Spitter was permanently placed into his slavery contract, instead of using the wand to control the undead to replenish it every three or four days for fear that he would escape control.

Aenarion cast a [Death Coil] on several undead killed by Khayon, infusing the horrific death energy into the bodies of the undead, successfully repairing and restoring these zombies that were smashed into meat paste. Then the group entered the city of Rhodes, which has the most beautiful Gothic urban buildings in Europe. The Palace of the Grand Elder, the Holy Hospital, and the Street of Knights are surrounded by many buildings and reach the sky. In the center of these huge buildings is the headquarters of the Knights Hospitaller, an extremely large and majestic war fortress.

Chapter 87: Robbery under Imperial Order

The few of them rested for a day in Rhodes Island, bought a donkey from Rhodes Island to serve as a shore laborer, and did not stay here for long. They prepared to return to Constantinople. Aenarion calculated that the days when he could read books for free in the White Tower had not yet expired, so he hurried back to read more of the professions accumulated over the Millennium Empire. He only had six places for magical pets, and he must make super professional structures for them. After all, this was the first group of people he had started from scratch.

Moreover, Artemisia's [Command Creatures] ability is actually the same as her own [Enslave Undead] ability. Both are amplified six times by the Lord of Pleasure's Mark of Slaanesh. They can control creatures with a total level not exceeding 72, but the level of a single creature cannot be greater than or equal to its own level 4.

Then the question is, the [Command Creatures] of the Slaanesh Paladin can be used ten times a day. Even if you capture a level 40 target every time, the total number is only 72/, which cannot meet the command limit, not to mention the probability of failure.

It would be better for you to control some zombies as servants like me to strengthen the ship's personnel strength. The two of us together can control up to 144 zombie undeads. And as the level increases, the number of zombies that can be controlled will increase, and it will not be a problem to form an elite undead force.

The prospect is bright, but the only problem is that there is no money. Now there are only 1245 silver coins in my pocket, which can only buy 12 zombies, and they are not enough for weapons and equipment.

Money, money, money, I really need money now! But now, I can only make eight or nine hundred silver coins for a business deal, and the risk is too high. Aenarion subconsciously looked at the privateering license in the dimensional bag, and an old saying from Zhendan involuntarily emerged in his mind.

The golden belt of murder and arson!

The group set sail, temporarily bid farewell to Rhodes, and began to head towards Constantinople. Artemisia also began to imitate the knights of the Crusades, learning some tricks of the orthodox paladins, such as praying for three knight halos and three knight blessings for the Lady of Thirst.

Less than a day after leaving Rhodes, Aenarion saw a thirty-meter-long, two-masted galley on the vast ocean. The ship had a very deep draft and was obviously fully loaded. Thirty-six large oars stretched out from both sides of the ship, fighting the wind and waves in an orderly manner. The whole ship was moving forward very quickly under the dual propulsion of sails and oars, and the Ottoman red flag with a silver moon was hung on the mast.

It's the pagans.

In a sense, religion is a very useful thing. The boundary between good and evil is vague, while the teachings of Christ are clear. It is a very painful thing to demand oneself with vague moral standards. Some people have seen the most noble demons and the most despicable angels.

But Christianity has provided you with the criteria for judging good and evil. Believers only need to empty their minds and act according to the doctrine. All Christian brothers and sisters are kind, and all non-Christians are evil and corrupt, and everything needs to be purified with sharp blades and fire.

Even if you kill pagan women and children, your conscience will not be condemned and you may even go to heaven - almost all knights participating in the Crusades followed this principle.

Although I was not a religious person, just because I had a privateering license, the psychological barriers to burning, killing and looting disappeared miraculously. Besides, the Ottomans chased me twice, and each time I was in danger of death. What's wrong with me robbing a few of your ships?

Moreover, this is the spiritual pillar of the entire European continent, and the Christian Church, God's spokesman, allows us to do it! It is God's will!

Steamed bun, aren’t you blessed?

"Artemisia, how do pirates usually rob people?"

Aenarion, who was extremely short of money, easily convinced himself and began to be eager to try.

"The first step is to rush to the vicinity of the target, the closer the better, then use long-range attacks such as cannonballs to break the enemy's oars and masts, depriving them of their ability to move, and finally rush over to board and seize the ship."

Artemisia and Leopard Woman had even less psychological burden. The moral bottom line of Slaanesh was lower than that of Christ. They hadn't robbed for a long time. They were also a little excited at the moment. The only one who was a little uneasy was Astariel, who was a little at a loss.

"Go, Aenarion. I will control the direction of the ship. You can first use chain bullets to destroy their oars, masts, or masts supporting sails, and reinforce columnar rigging. Pirates usually use fast and light boats to attack and kill. We are

The carrack, although slow, is very deceptive - just like no one would have thought that a man in full plate armor, looking majestic, is not a noble knight, but a robber. "

Artemisia turned the rudder, slowly moved closer, and aimed the side of the ship at the sailing ship hundreds of meters away, pretending to be passing by. Although the other party was a little wary, they did not react in any way - what kind of pirate would drive such a bulky behemoth to rob?

Aenarion entered the cabin on the first floor below ground and picked up a chain bullet. This thing was made of pure iron, not a granite shell. The two iron balls were connected by an extremely thick iron chain. After firing, one shell would drag the other shell and fly out centrifugally, thus tearing a big hole in the sail or tearing the rigging. If aimed, it could even tear the mast and paralyze the enemy ship.

Aenarion used a trick to predict the trajectory of the chain bullet in the air, where it would fall, and when it would fall. After aiming, he fired the cannon without hesitation.

In an instant, two iron balls connected by iron chains flew out of the barrel in a whirl of fire and smoke. The iron chain connecting them was stretched straight by the pull of the two iron balls. It spun, flew, and screamed across the sea surface for hundreds of meters, like a rapidly spinning axe, cutting off the cables tied to the side strings and the rigging fixing the mast with overwhelming force, and smashing heavily on the mast of the schooner! The rotating iron chain was so fast that it exceeded the speed of sound, creating a sonic boom and directly cut it in half!

Amid the creaking sound of breaking, countless sharp wood chips splashed all over the deck, scratching many people. The tall mast, more than ten meters high, fell powerlessly into the sea, splashing thousands of green waves. The schooner was unable to support itself after one of its masts was broken, and its speed suddenly slowed down.

However, the galley looked like it had been through many battles, and it quickly aimed its stern at the bow of the Ulthuan. Seventy-two men desperately slid their thirty-six oars and fled madly forward. The windows of the stern fort were pulled upwards, revealing three cannons.

This is the limitation of the galley. In pursuit of speed and maneuverability, the sides are all equipped with huge oars. Unlike a sailing ship, it cannot have dozens of cannons on the sides for salvo firing. During naval battles, it can only aim the bow and stern at the enemy ship and use the several cannons in the fortress to attack.

At this moment, Aenarion fired again, and the second chain bullet whizzed out and brushed the side of the galley. The high-speed iron chain bullet was like the scythe of the god of death, breaking the eighteen large oars on the right side in half! The terrifying impact force went along the broken oars, shaking the oarsmen's arms and causing them to tingle and bleed from their knuckles. Many of them even dislocated their arms and collapsed on the deck, wailing in pain.

With a broken mast and half of the oar, the galley was paralyzed and almost unable to move. Artemisia handed the rudder to the Leopard Woman and rushed to the bow closest to the enemy ship. Three Chains of Slaanesh whizzed out from the palm of her left hand, spanning a distance of dozens of meters and drilling into the muzzles of the enemy's guns, controlling the gunners of the three cannons and making them fight each other inside the cabin. However, none of the cannons were successfully fired, and the Ulthuan was successfully pulled against the side.

In this way, with only cannons placed at the bow and stern of the galley, there was completely no possibility of bombarding the enemy ship.

At Aenarion's command, the zombies threw out grappling hooks, caught the enemy's side cables, and dragged the half-paralyzed galley over, with the sides pressed tightly together. Even though Aenarion was in the cabin on the first floor below, he was still two or three meters higher than the enemy's deck. Looking down from above, he loaded a shotgun shell into the side cannon and fired downwards.

Instantly, countless iron fragments and iron sand whistled out amid the deafening roar of artillery fire! The sky full of shotgun shells was like a gray sea wave, sweeping across half of the deck in the piercing smell of gunpowder. The Turkic elves standing on the deck fell down like weeds, and some were even blown into the sea by the impact of the shotgun shells. Scarlet blood gushed out from their rotten and broken flesh, dyeing the ship scarlet!

Chapter 88: Blood of Jesus, Skull of Christ

"According to the Pope's decree! Killing pagans will lead you to heaven! Sacrifice your blood to Jesus and your skull to Christ!!!"