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"By order of the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller and the Cardinal of Rhodes, board the ship! Every Ottoman head and every Ottoman ship can be exchanged for money!"

Aenarion shouted twice, making them think that the Knights Hospitaller were robbing them, and then he gave orders to all the zombies again. Fifty zombies brandished hammers and shields and jumped from the side of Ulthuan to the lower deck of the galley like dumplings. The injuries they had from the falls healed quickly under the coverage of the Death Knight's aura and had no effect at all.

The enemy had just been hit by a round of shotgun shells, and the deck was in chaos. They could only fight these zombies randomly. On this ketch, most of the crew members were Turkified dark elves. They had little armor and used scimitars and crossbows as weapons. Only a few of them were equipped with firearms.

The zombies mechanically carried out Aenarion's orders, raised their kite shields with their left hands to protect their torsos, rushed towards the nearest enemy, and brandished their morning star hammers with their right hands, tirelessly raising them high and bringing them down heavily, smashing the dark elf merchants to pieces with blood splattered and their flesh and bones broken.

The dark elves roared in anger, and fired a burst of bullets from the small crossbows in their left hands with the sound of the crossbow strings breaking.

The dense rain of crossbows, most of the crossbow arrows were nailed on the kite shields and failed to cause any damage. Those that hit the zombies were of no consequence, just making the zombies' bodies shake and leaving some pale green preservative magic liquid on the wounds.

The dark elves in the back row holding Ottoman muskets were powerful enough to blast through the shields and smash the zombies' bodies with one shot, rendering them unable to move.

Seeing that the crossbows were ineffective, the dark elves brandished their scimitars and roared into the enemy group, cutting the zombies' wrists and chopping off their necks with their scimitars. The zombies were unaware of their injuries and pushed forward mercilessly like killing machines. Their cold and pale lips screamed out the sound effects of death, and the Morning Star Hammer smashed the elves into a bloody mess! For a while, the two sides fought on the chaotic deck, with each winning and losing. The shouts, wails, and chopping sounds intertwined into a movement of death that soared into the sky!

In the melee, Artemisia jumped into the battlefield first, and awkwardly prayed to the Lady of Thirst for the divine power of Slaanesh. The pink and seductive divine power ripples, with her as the center, slowly spread out to the surroundings, turning into a decadent and lewd chaotic halo, covering most of the deck. The zombies inside the halo, both wrists were burning with pink Slaanesh fire, and their attack movements suddenly became extremely swift and fierce, and the speed of swinging the Morning Star Hammer became faster and faster! And the attack became more and more fierce, making the dark elves who were holding the line unable to hold on.

[First Ring Divine Spell·Madness Aura]: Consumes 1 mana point, increases the attack speed of all friendly forces within 33 meters by 4%, lasting for minutes.

Artemisia prayed for divine power again, and the second and third ripples of divine power spread out in the air, creating chaotic waves full of decadence and pleasure. The triple Slaanesh halo covered all the zombies. Their ankles were also wrapped in pink fire rings like their wrists. The slow and clumsy zombies became more agile, and the faint blue undead fire in their eyes also turned into pink Slaanesh flames.

At this time, more than forty zombies had flames on their hands and feet and fire in their eyes, making them look even more eerie and terrifying!

【一环神术·优雅光环】：消耗1点法力，十米内所有友军额外获得2点闪避（基于1/2圣骑士等级），持续4分钟。

【一环神术·完美光环】：消耗1点法力，十米内所有友军额外获得2点命中（基于1/2圣骑士等级），持续4分钟。

Although due to the issue of faith, the three halos given by Slaanesh and Christ are not quite the same, they still greatly increase the hit rate, defense, and attack speed of all zombies, suppressing the dark elves on the front battlefield.

The flaming feet made the zombies more agile and easier to dodge enemy attacks; the fire-wrapped hands greatly increased the zombies' attack speed; the flaming eyes made the zombies' attack mode more perfect and easier to hit the enemy. The dark elves were defeated by these triply reinforced zombies and their entire formation was almost collapsed.

Artemisia found that this orthodox tactic was indeed better than her previous unconventional tactics. It was a probability event that someone would suddenly rebel, but with a bunch of servants, she could hide behind them, turn on the aura amplification, and directly crush them. This was 100% certain and indeed safer.

These zombies, amplified by the triple halo, have now gained an overwhelming advantage and defeated the dark elves head-on. The remaining elves retreated to the two tall fortress towers at the bow and stern of the galley to defend themselves.

Aenarion also jumped over at this moment. The level 33 Death Knight's [Secondary Evil Aura] has been upgraded to [Evil Aura]. The speed of all friendly forces within ten meters is increased by 3%. At the same time, all Death Knights and Undead creatures recover health points every six seconds. The undead that were just injured by the dark elves are now gradually regenerating and healing with the passage of time.

"Damned Knights Hospitaller! You are doing dirty things in the name of holy war! The Sultan and the Venetian navy have come to rescue us! All of you will go to hell!"

The dark elves hid in the bow and stern towers of the galley and put up a desperate resistance. These wooden fortresses were about four meters higher than the deck and were easy to defend but difficult to attack.

But they forgot that the tower of the caravel next to them was even taller, and the enemy still had the height advantage. The Leopard Woman stood on the top of her own tower, throwing javelins from a high position, shooting a dark elf who dared to show his head every three seconds. The rune spear shot and killed seven or eight people in a row, driving them all back into the tower.

On the deck, Aenarion also launched a fierce attack. The ogre, weighing more than 300 kilograms, held a 150-kilogram lead-spraying cannon and used it as a battering ram, slamming the door of the ship's tower hard. It broke it open in a few hits, and then fired a lead-spraying shotgun at the dark elves crowded in the narrow corridor. More than 300 grams of iron sand fragments whizzed through the narrow and crowded corridor, ruthlessly blasting through and tearing the bodies of the dark elves, and the blood dyed the cabin red.

About an hour later, the boarding battle was over, and all the more than one hundred dark elves on the ship were killed. Aenarion counted the spoils and found that he had made a fortune.

This ketch was equipped with three 12-pound stone-throwing cannons at the bow and stern. Now all six guns were in his hands, increasing the number of his cannons to sixteen.

And they also had a large reserve of artillery shells and gunpowder, with a total of 324 artillery shells and kilograms of gunpowder. Unfortunately, all of these shells were solid bullets.

In addition to the big

In addition to the cannons, Aenarion also seized weapons and armor from more than a hundred people, including ten 19mm caliber matchlock rifles, and 300 rounds of bullets and corresponding gunpowder. It can be said that they were well-equipped. There were as many as silver coins looted from various corpses and cabins. In addition, there were countless food and water reserves that were incalculable.

This was only the harvest from the corpses. The lower cabin was densely packed with various ores, mainly iron, copper, and, for Europe, the most scarce saltpeter - this essential material for gunpowder was widely distributed in the Anatolian Peninsula and India. Europe was really in great need of this thing.

"Artemisia, how much do you think this shipload of ore weighs?"

Aenarion felt like he had become rich overnight. Robbery was a good business with no cost. Using the undead to rob, he didn't have to worry about casualties or share the spoils with his subordinates. It was extremely profitable! With his carrack, the huge zombie army, and the core group of four, their combat effectiveness was at least in the top ten among the Aegean pirates.

"It's hard to say. This 30-meter-long two-masted paddle boat has a carrying capacity of about 100 tons. The ship has a deep draft. Apart from the other messy things on the ship, these ores must weigh at least 70 tons."

"Move it back to the boat first! We'll weigh it slowly later!"

Aenarion clapped his hands and ordered the zombies to get to work. The Karak was a large sailing ship specially designed for ocean voyages. Its carrying capacity was not on the same level as the galleys sailing inland seas and rivers. Although it was only ten meters longer than the ship in front of him, the carrying capacity of Ulthuan was an astonishing 1 tons. Loading the cargo of a galley was a piece of cake. Although there were no measuring tools, based on the number of times the zombies carried the cargo, iron ore accounted for half of the total cargo, and copper and saltpeter each accounted for 4/.

In addition to these minerals, Aenarion also took away more than a hundred corpses of dark elves, and tried to keep them fresh in the dimensional belts of several people. 100 silver coins are very expensive for a zombie. If there are raw materials, it will be cheaper to make zombies at the White Tower. Although the appearance and even the race of these dark elves are the same as those of high elves, darkness is just a synonym for Turkification. However, as long as they are dark elves, it is legal for them to become zombies in the Eastern Roman Empire. He hopes that after these people become zombies, they can still be counted on his own pagan kill list.

By the time they had gotten all the cargo, it was already dark, and Aenarion was acutely aware of the shortage of sailors. They probably, it seemed, perhaps, did not have enough men to operate the crippled ketch, which required 72 rowers alone, with half of the oar broken and one of the masts broken.

Under such circumstances, it was simply a dream for these forty or fifty people to sail two ships at the same time. They had no choice but to follow the spirit of "if I can't get it, no one else can get it" and set it on fire. Amid the flames, Oshuan continued to sail towards Constantinople. When they had more people in the future, they would be able to take away both the ship and the cargo.

Chapter 89: Jewish Goblin

Aenarion continued to sail north. This 40-meter-long carrack was so counterintuitive and counterintuitive that everyone thought it belonged to a big businessman or a naval fleet of a certain country on a mission. Along the way, almost no pirates dared to cause trouble for them. They were all scared away by the huge size of Ulthuan, the wooden disguised cannons, and the possible troubles behind it.

The merchants would never have thought that this thing was actually a pirate ship. Which pirate would drive such a slow ship to rob?

Along the way, Aenarion also robbed a 20-meter Venetian sloop and a 16-meter Arab sailing ship, both of which were selling grain. He also seized silver coins, tons of wheat, and corpses.

A galley would require sixty or seventy sailors to row and be difficult to carry away, but this 16-meter-class Arab sailboat only needed five people to operate and was successfully captured by Aenarion.

It took five days in total, and Aenarion once again saw the towering walls of Constantinople burning with eternal flames. He first went to the White Tower and made some future career plans for his four familiars.

Valkia is a physical kitchen knife responsible for frontal assaults, and Artemisia is positioned as a paladin auxiliary who can resist, heal, and fight. These two have already been decided.

There is no need to worry about Astarielle. She was born into the former royal family of Angelos. The knowledge accumulated by the former royal family is far beyond her own. As soon as she was born, their Angelos family formulated a detailed dual elite career structure for their offspring. The combination is more powerful than she thought. The all-round archivist and psychic scholar can adapt to any position in the team and adventure, and currently serves as an almighty wizard.

Now we have to consider Mariana and Leopard Woman. Mariana's strength, agility, constitution, and charm are all 16, which are very balanced attributes and can be adapted to many professions. However, her background is not as prominent as Angelos's, and she does not have as many choices as the children of big families. As a result, she has learned two warrior levels, which is a bit puzzling.

If all else fails, you can first take up a part-time monk branch: Scaled Fist, which greatly improves attack, dodge, and unarmed combat. After turning into a leopard, the monk's unarmed combat, rapid combo, crane fist, and dragon claw fist can be performed with leopard claws, which are quite powerful.

With her extremely exaggerated strength and agility after beast transformation, as well as the defensive advantages of a monk's charm, she can be specialized into an ultimate single output.

Although Leopard Girl does not have a magic pet contract and cannot upgrade synchronously with herself, she still has to make a future plan. Leopard Girl's strength and agility are maxed out. If Slaanesh hadn't given her some charm, her intelligence, perception, and charm would all be negative. Find a profession with long-range output, let her learn the expertise, and become a long-range output.

Next, there is the issue of commodities. Saltpeter ore will definitely not be sold. Gunpowder is extremely expensive here. We don’t have enough for our own use and we have to buy it out. However, iron and copper can be sold for money.

Aenarion came to Galata, the largest market area in Constantinople and a colony of the Genoese, north of the Golden Horn, to see how copper and iron were sold there.

Although iron weapons and armor are very expensive, a long sword can cost 15,20 or 150 silver coins, and a chain mail can be sold for silver coins, but most of this price is the blacksmith's technical cost, labor cost and time cost, and the raw materials are not expensive.

After visiting several blacksmith shops, Aenarion discovered that one kilogram of unprocessed iron ore could only be sold for 2 silver coins, while one kilogram of copper ore was slightly more expensive, at 3 silver coins.

In the grain market, wheat is even cheaper, with five kilograms of wheat worth only one silver coin.

Aenarion happily calculated that if he sold all the 50 tons of wheat, he could get 35 silver coins. If he sold all the 17 tons of iron ore, he could get silver coins! And the tons of copper ore could also bring in more than silver coins.

If the business is normal, excluding the purchase price, labor costs and transportation costs, the merchants' net profit may only be about 20% of this figure, which is also a huge sum of money.

Businessmen really make money.

Aenarion, who had just gotten a glimpse of the huge profits, lamented the speed at which merchants made money, as they were not at the same starting line as mercenaries.

The treasures obtained through pirate robbery have no finished product price, and the sailors composed of zombies have no wages and daily expenses, so they make more money than ordinary businessmen.

After finding out the market price, Aenarion excitedly prepared to sell the goods. But just as they loaded the donkey from Rhodes Island and two boxes of wheat onto the shore, they were stopped by several human soldiers wearing breastplates and holding halberds, and a goblin. The goblin was only about one meter tall, short in stature, and had skin of a strange light green color.

He had a body as thin as a dead firewood, a big funny head, a pair of tiny squinting eyes, a pair of huge protruding ears, and a red nose. The proportions of his facial features and body were very weird and ridiculous.

The goblin's appearance is already funny, and the exquisite and gorgeous suit he wears makes it look even more ridiculous, like a monkey in human clothing.

"They are Jewish goblins. These little creatures are extremely good at making money. Although they don't have their own country and are scattered everywhere, they have not been assimilated by any ethnic group or kingdom. There are also many goblin merchants and captains in Genoa. Every goblin is a born businessman."

Artemisia added quietly, explaining the situation to Aenarion.

"I've never seen this boat before? Sure! Who allowed you to sell things?!"

The goblin, protected by a team of Genoese human guards, walked over arrogantly, looked up at Aenarion's nostrils, and said haughtily.

"The market in Constantinople is the territory of Gallywix, a member of the Genoa Republic, the Governor of Galata, and the Trade King! Anyone who sells goods here must have his license! Otherwise, it is illegal!"

"I'm sorry, this is our first time here and we don't know the rules here. How can I get a permit?"

Aenarion did not get angry, but asked politely.

The goblin didn't say anything. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, which were already as small as slits, and stretched out his right hand to Aenarion and hooked his finger.

Is this a bribe?

Aenarion felt his anger rising. I killed three ships' worth of men in the open sea without blinking an eye. More than a dozen Janissaries died at my hands. And you, a fucking little goblin and a few level one professionals, want me to pay you?

Artemisia noticed that Aenarion was not in a good state, so she immediately walked in front of him, took out a hundred silver coins from her pocket and put them in the goblin's hand.

"Well, it's OK. Since you guys are sensible, I won't confiscate these boxes of goods and the donkey. Hurry and move them up."

The goblin weighed their sincerity with satisfaction.

"See that magnificent palace in the center of Galata? That's the Forget-Me-Not Palace of the Trade King Gallywix. He lives there. You need to get a trade license from him."

Chapter 90: Abundant Corpses

Watching the goblin in human form walking away with a team of human guards, Artemisia whispered advice to Aenarion.

"This is not the open sea. Although they are weak, behind these people is the entire city of Galata and the entire Republic of Genoa. We are just a group of powerless pirates. It is better not to provoke them if you can - unless you can kill all the people in Galata, no one will know that you did it."

"I know, I'm just a little upset."

Aenarion took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then walked towards the magnificent Forgotten Palace with Artemisia. The luxury of this palace was not much different from the Holy Palace built by successive Roman emperors. A large number of human mercenaries from Genoa, wearing breastplate armor and holding halberds, guarded this huge palace.

"Hello, we are new merchants here and would like to obtain the qualification to trade in Galata.

What should be done specifically?

Aenarion asked politely, and five guards came over, stretched out their right hands, and looked at the merchant in front of them with a smile, as if they were looking at a fat sheep.

Aenarion's face hidden behind the golden mask remained calm. He gave each of the five men twenty silver coins expressionlessly, and only then did he get the truth from them.

"The Galata sales license can be obtained at the reception on the first floor."

A shipload of goods was not sold, and bribes alone cost two hundred silver coins. Aenarion strode into the Trade Prince's Forget-Me-Not Palace, and in a window office, he saw several goblins dressed in elegant and luxurious clothes. Their thin bodies were buried in piles of bills and documents, and they were frantically processing parchment files.

"Hello, we are new merchants here and we want to obtain the qualification to trade in Galata."

The goblins didn't even raise their heads and took out a stack of parchment.

"Here, these are the terms of the contract. Please sign and seal them. Once you sign, you can sell goods in Galata."

Aenarion took the contract and was immediately shocked by the goblins' tricks and the terms in the contract.

That's awesome. If you want to sell things in Galata, no matter you need it or not, you must buy a shop and a warehouse. The worst shop rental price is 600 silver coins a month, with a minimum rent of one year. No matter you use it or not, the shop will be there.

Then all the goods you sell must be registered. Unregistered goods are prohibited from being sold, and violators will have their goods confiscated directly. As for how long this [registration] will take, the contract does not specify at all.

One tenth of the money that merchants earn from selling goods is taken away by the Prince of Trade as a commercial tax. One tenth is taken again as a colonial tax by the Genoese in Galata, not counting the damn rent, bribes that exist in some loopholes, and possible exploitation at all levels. One fifth of the goods sold on a trip has to be handed over to the Genoese. If the net profit does not exceed 20%, selling goods here will even result in a loss!

"Think it over, kid. This is the throat of two continents and two seas, a battleground for the military and commerce, and the most prosperous trade market in Constantinople! It's not some roadside stall. Ordinary people have no way to buy and sell here! The servant informed me of your news. We let you in because you have a caravel and so many artillery. We think you have the strength. If you don't want to sell things here, there are people selling them here!"

Seeing that Aenarion's body was shaking with anger, the goblin who was handling the sales license sneered twice, pushed his glasses, and continued to sort out the pile of Galata bills.

"That's the rule of the game, High Elf. You don't want your goods to rot in the cabin, do you?!"

Aenarion threw the contract on the table without saying a word and turned to leave. The goblin was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to do the accounts. He deliberately shouted to the people nearby that if the elf came again, the bribe would be ten times that, otherwise he would not be allowed in.

"These Jewish goblins are so damn evil. I just can't believe it. I can't find anyone to sell my goods to?!"

Aenarion was so angry at the Genoese Jewish bureaucrats that he drove his caravel directly to the seaport in the Holy Palace area of ​​Constantinople and said that he had fifty tons of grain and fifty tons of metal that he wanted to sell to the Eastern Roman Empire. The Eastern Roman sea guards stationed at the seaport discovered that the visitor was the hero who saved the little princess, and they quickly reported the matter.

After a while, a Phoenix Guard came out. He was wearing triple armor and holding a Phoenix Halberd. He walked over politely.

"Mr. Aenarion, is that right? The Empire is in urgent need of these materials, but Your Majesty does not have enough money to buy them. You see..."

"I accept barter. I can exchange the White Tower's knowledge and zombies, as well as some equipment."

Aenarion spoke straight to the point.

The Phoenix Guard who greeted him nodded in agreement and began negotiations.

With the corpse itself, buying zombies is indeed much cheaper. Originally, a level 1 zombie cost 100 silver coins, but after providing the materials, the processing fee is only 50 silver coins, which is half the price.

After a lot of trouble, Aenarion paid the processing fee of 50 level one zombies and 9 level 4 ogre zombies, and expanded his zombie army to the limit of 104 level one zombies and 10 level 4 ogre zombies, spending a total of 6100 silver coins.

Next came the zombies' weapons and equipment. In order to increase Artemisia's hit rate and maximize the attack speed aura, Aenarion replaced 54 Morningstar Hammers with 54 Boarding Axes.

This axe is the size of an ordinary hand axe, with a sharp axe blade on one side, but on the other side, there is a chicken claw nail similar to an armor-piercing cone. It has the same excellent armor-piercing ability as the Morningstar Hammer, and can also be used as a mountaineering pick to chisel open wooden walls and climb upwards. It is effective against towering wooden ship towers. The Phoenix Guards are also happy to exchange it, as the Morningstar Hammer is a very useful armor-piercing weapon. They don't need to climb the ship, so it's worth it to exchange the boarding axe for the Morningstar Hammer.

Afterwards, he purchased 154 boarding axes and 50 shields, allowing 104 zombies to freely switch between dual-wielding axes or axe and shield form. After approaching the enemy in axe and shield form, they would immediately hold two axes in both hands and smash and chop wildly. The price of these weapons was 1428 silver coins.

The next thing was the weapons for the newly added nine-headed ogres. After some negotiations, the Eastern Roman Empire sold nine one-pound cannons to Aenarion at the price of 3000 silver coins per cannon, and also gave him some gunpowder and buckshot.

The transaction was successful, Ai

Narion received zombies and weapons worth 34528 silver coins, and the Eastern Roman Empire received a full fifty tons of wheat and eight tons of copper and iron ore, and they were satisfied with the barter deal.

Aenarion looked at his growing undead army with satisfaction. There were one hundred and four murderous zombies equipped with double axes and shields, ten zombie ogres holding one-pound cannons firing shotgun shells, and a total of sixteen 12-pound stone-throwing cannons on the entire ship. His own military force had become increasingly powerful.

With one day left, Aenarion went to the White Tower for the last time for free, seeking knowledge. He frantically read all the documents and records related to the dead, and gained a lot of knowledge about the dead and magic. Finally, in a book with three circles and three arrows drawn on it, he found a very strange and blasphemous knowledge, and made it his second specialty.

[Abundant Corpse]: The flesh and blood undead transformed by this ability recovers a certain physical fitness and intelligence, regains wisdom and consciousness, and can execute more sophisticated and complex commands, with life +7, physical fitness +7, armor +7, toughness +7, willpower +7, all element resistance +7, but agility -7. (Skeletons cannot be transformed, they must have flesh and blood)

Aenarion tried to transform a zombie according to the above method. After success, a terrifying mark of three rings gathered in a tripod and three separate arrows appeared on the heart of the zombie. The zombie actually had some consciousness. Its dull face showed subtle emotional changes. It even blinked and looked around curiously at its environment. In its empty eye sockets, the two balls of gloomy and cold blue magic flames turned into a shocking rotten green color.

Aenarion looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, a most ordinary first-level little zombie. After the double transformation of [Corpse Constructor] and [Abundant Corpse], its combat power is also very impressive. Although it is the combat level of a first-level professional, its health is as high as 32 points, which is almost the level that only a third-level professional can achieve!

【Human Zombie】

Grade 1