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[Mariana Luciano] (Beast Man)

Level 5 (2nd level warrior + 3rd level beast)

Health 50, Mana 0

Rune Greatsword Hit +8, Magic Damage 6~17

Defense 5 (Agility +3, Natural Armor +2), Magic Resistance 14

Strength 16, Agility 16, Constitution 16

Intelligence 10, Wisdom 10, Charisma 16

[Mark of Slaanesh: Chaos' Embrace]: Agility +2, Charisma +2.

[Mark of Slaanesh: Masochism]: Whenever you take damage, your Strength increases by 6 for 2 seconds, stacking up to six times.

If the warlock is a pure spellcasting profession and the paladin is a hybrid physical and magical profession, then the warrior is a pure combat profession. His close combat ability is indeed strong, but he has no spellcasting ability and his mana is empty. He can't even use the zero-ring trick [Detection] to detect the opponent's ability, and is called a war cock by noble spellcasters.

However, the marks and blessings bestowed by these evil gods are too terrible.

Each one is stronger than the other, and I even want to believe in chaos.

As for the three beast levels, they were thanks to her beastman race.

The most well-known werewolf is also a kind of beastman, who can switch between the three forms of human, werewolf, and giant wolf at any time. In the werewolf form that is a mixture of human and beast, and the completely beastly giant wolf form, the strength, agility, and physique will be greatly increased, and even some professional levels can be obtained. For example, the beastman in front of him is born with three beast levels. He was born as a third-level professional from the womb and can beat up a group of civilians and non-professionals. His skin is also thicker than that of ordinary people, with +2 natural armor, which is as good as a leather armor.

This panel is not her final strength.

Aenarion fell into deep thought, and cast a detection spell on the servant behind her who was dressed like a primitive man.

Nidalee (Beastman)

Level 4 (1st level Barbarian + 3rd level Beast)

Health 39, Mana 0

Rune Spear Hit +8, Magic Damage 9~19

Defense 7 (Agility +5, Natural Armor +2)

Strength 20, Agility 20, Constitution 14

Intelligence 8, Wisdom 8, Charisma 10

[Mark of Slaanesh: Chaos' Embrace]: Agility +2, Charisma +2.

[Mark of Slaanesh: Painful Pleasure]: When you are naked and not wearing any armor, you recover 6 health points every 6 seconds.

Barbarians are like warriors, a simple and crude physical combat profession. They have no magic power and cannot cast spells. The difference is that barbarians have stronger damage than warriors, but weaker defense. The only thing is that the Mark of Slaanesh that continuously restores life is a bit tricky. The question now is what kind of animals can these two Bulgarian beastmen turn into?

The captain's two marks of Slaanesh should be hidden under the thick triple battle armor, but the two marks of Slaanesh of the animal skin girl in front of him are all engraved on the proud mountains on her chest, faintly visible under the cover of the animal skin, and the strange purple-red patterns are very conspicuous on her wheat-colored flesh.

When Aenarion was thinking about how to defeat the two men and escape the dilemma of being sold as a slave, the captain once again provoked him and stroked the collared slave girl named Nidalee behind him. The other party also raised her head affectionately and rubbed the captain's hand with her wheat-colored cheek.

"How about this, Artemisia? Instead of being a deputy captain and fighting on the sea, a Greek elf like you might as well be a Bulgarian slave like me. Like Nidalee, you should wear a collar and learn to crawl on the boat like a puppy every day. That way, I will let you experience real happiness."

"As long as you agree, I will pay for you to buy this slave and put collars on both of your necks. After I pamper you every night, I can allow you to play with your little lover for a while. How about that?"

"If the admiral hadn't strictly prohibited infighting among members, you and your pet would have been dead by now."

Artemisia was shaking with anger, her emerald snake eyes stared coldly at her captain, and she immediately ordered him to leave.

"Well, I hope you can gather enough money. If not, don't blame me, the captain, for breaking up the couple."

Mariana was not angry. She glanced at Aenarion coquettishly for the last time, left a last word, took the pet behind her, stood up and left the room. The girl who was raised as a cat and dog shook her half-exposed buttocks, crawled on the ground using her hands and feet, and followed her owner out of the room.

"They are a lycanthrope? What kind of animal can they transform into?"

Seeing the captain walking away, Aenarion asked first.

"Did you use the detection information to see them? These two Bulgarian bitches can turn into leopards.

The Slavs are a group of beasts, as if they were infected with this disease in a plague thousands of years ago. The Eastern Slavs such as Moscow are bears, the Western Slavs such as Poland and Bohemia are eagles, and the Southern Slavs such as Bulgaria and Serbia are wolves.

These three types of beastmen are the most common, and there are also other animal species, but in small numbers. The two Bulgarian barbarians are the relatively rare leopards. The captain's nickname is the Bulgarian female leopard, and the other one has always been her pet and forbidden food, so we usually just call her Leopard Girl.

They are both good at fighting in beast form, so they are too lazy to wear clothes. The Bulgarian bitch's cloak is hollow, while the beastmen who are good at fighting in human-beast hybrid form will wear very heavy armor. "

"Did they turn into cheetahs or leopards?"

Aenarion recalled what he knew, thinking about how to deal with the two beastmen and the ferocious beasts in their beastly form. It seemed that if he wanted to avoid being sold, he could only find a way to defeat the captain on a ship where private fighting was prohibited.

"Aren't these two... both leopards?"

Artemisia was obviously confused, not knowing the difference between the two.

"The gap is still huge. Cheetahs are fast, but they are less powerful, slender and easier to deal with. Leopards are bigger and stronger, and more ferocious. Among cats, they are second only to lions and tigers in size."

Aenarion taught him knowledge. In fact, the leopard is only the fourth in size among cats. The third is the jaguar, but it has not been found in America yet. When talking about jaguar, no one knows what it is.

Artemisia put on a confused expression, still not seeming to understand.

"Ah, actually

There is a way to distinguish them. Cheetahs have obvious tear marks on their faces, and the black spots on their bodies are solid, while leopards have no tear marks on their faces, and the black spots on their bodies are rose-shaped hollow structures. "

Aenarion put it more simply.

"Wu, if that's the case, they are both more difficult leopards to deal with."

Artemisia recalled her past battle memories and finally came to a conclusion.

"Okay, how many Bulgarian beastmen are there on the ship? What kind of animals are they?"

Aenarion recalled the leopard's attack pattern.

"Besides these two bitches, there are eight more. They are all traditional Bulgarian werewolves who can transform into wolves. Wolves are weaker than leopards and only provide two beast levels. Although they are also difficult to deal with, they are much easier to deal with than these two leopards."

Artemisia forced a confident smile on her cold and beautiful face.

"I will go out and borrow money from the captains of the other five ships. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to collect enough money to redeem you."

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Chapter 7: Prison Battleship

"Oh, by the way, Aenarion, I was interrupted by that Bulgarian bitch. I forgot to bring you the weapons list. Let's go to the warehouse to buy equipment and then borrow money. We have to arm you first, in case I'm not here and you are attacked by surprise, you have a weapon to defend yourself."

Artemisia took three deep breaths to calm herself down, then opened her closet, picked out an Arab headscarf and gown that only left her eyes exposed, and threw them to Aenarion.

"The weather isn't hot, why should I wear so much?"

Aenarion was puzzled.

"I'm doing this for your own good. You look so tempting, and you're a slave. To the Slaanesh believers on the ship, you're simply a feast thrown from the sky by the Lady of Thirst. If you don't cover your face and body with this, you'll probably arouse the desires of others in a few steps - just like those two Bulgarian bitches are a pair of lesbians. There are also many people on the ship who like to play with pedophiles."

Artemisia said this expressionlessly, but the jealousy in her heart was fed back to Aenarion's mind through the pet contract.

Aenarion rolled his eyes, picked up his robe helplessly, and covered himself tightly, leaving only his hands and eyes exposed. He followed the second-captain out of the tower on the deck and entered the lower cabin below the deck.

On both sides of the long and deep corridor, a large number of slaves were imprisoned, mainly Italian humans and Greek high elves. The small cells were crowded with naked men and women. Pale arms passed through the iron bars of the prison and stretched out weakly. They wailed, screamed, and sobbed. The white flesh covered with sweat was piled up and squeezed together. The density reminded Aenarion of the train to Auschwitz.

Going further ahead, there are several separate cells. The prison conditions here are slightly better. There are at least eight people living in the small cell, and there is space for them to sit down. The captives inside are wearing gorgeous dresses of nobles and cold iron chains of slaves. Both their looks and body shapes are much better than those naked slaves in front.

"The people in these special prisons are nobles who are willing to pay a large ransom, or they are beautiful and can be sold as slaves in Africa or the Ottoman Empire for a large sum of money. If they are virgins, they can be sold for even more money, so they are given some preferential treatment to maintain their appearance. If I hadn't chosen you, you would be locked up in this cell like these slaves now."

Artemisia said with some pride as she looked at the spoils in the battleship prison.

Aenarion had no interest in slaves and continued to move forward. At this moment, a fairly pretty high elf girl, wearing a Greek noble's long skirt and a collar and shackles of a lower-class slave, grabbed the prison bars with her hands and roared loudly.

"Aurelian!"

Aenarion ignored her and walked on, then heard "Aurelian" again.

Aenarion turned his head curiously and looked at the slave girl in the prison. He wondered who the man was calling. No, those eyes full of anger seemed to be looking at him?

"Don't think I don't recognize you just because you covered your face! Lucius Domitius Aurelian! I saw you being hit on the head by a flail, and I thought you were dead. I mourned for you all day, but I didn't expect that not only did you not die, but you also betrayed your beliefs and openly mixed with these Slaanesh elves?!"

The slave girl yelled and cursed loudly.

"Scum! Traitor! Running dog of the busty futanari god!"

"You...are calling me?"

Aenarion stopped and looked at the slave in surprise. Could it be that Aurelian was his real name? No, I was wearing an Arab robe with only my eyes exposed. How did she recognize me?

"Are you still playing dumb? And you're still looking at me with such strange eyes? Have you even given up your own name and surname?!"

The elf girl cursed angrily

"Shut up! How dare you scold him and insult the god I believe in?"

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Ryan was not angry, but Artemisia was angry instead. Her right hand turned into a three-tailed whip covered with bone spurs and lashed the prison railings hard. Fortunately, the girl withdrew her hand quickly and was not beaten to a bloody mess. In addition to her, there were seven high elf girls in the cell, all staring at her with surprise or anger.

"Cut out this slave's tongue. If he can't speak, don't speak!"

"Okay, don't be angry with the slave. Buying things is important. Don't make trouble."

Aenarion patted Artemisia's shoulder and suppressed the anger of this Slaanesh believer. Although he really wanted to talk to these slave girls, find out who he was, how she recognized him, and explain his current situation, but there were Slaanesh pirates all around, so he could only look for another opportunity.

Artemisia snorted coldly, and then she stopped and followed Aenarion forward. When they arrived at the warehouse, they met many Slaanesh elves along the way, and they all showed respect and fear to Artemisia.

Aenarion looked around the warehouse, which was filled with bulging sacks and wooden boxes. It was unknown what was inside them. Swords, spears, halberds, bows, crossbows and javelins with blood still stained on them were neatly arranged throughout the room.

"Deputy Captain, what are you doing here? If you need anything, just tell me and I'll deliver it to you personally."

A male pirate stood up from his chair in awe. Judging from his long ears and two-meter height, he was also a high elf.

"I'm here to buy some weapons for my slaves as backup."

Artemisia said coldly, and Aenarion began to choose weapons from a pile of spoils. He took a fancy to a long sword at first sight. The sword body was snow-white, the blade was elegant and slender, the sword guard was like a beautiful crescent moon, lying across the hilt, and the counterweight ball at the end of the sword was like an octagonal bone flower, flashing a terrifying cold light. He threw a zero-ring trick and sent the reconnaissance information over. A line of small white characters displayed the information of the item.

【Long Sword】: Damage 1~8.

1~8 is the basic damage of the longsword, the true damage of melee weapons, and the strength adjustment of the user must be added. The greater the strength, the higher the power. Aenarion has 14 strength, which is 10 points higher than the average value of 4. For every 2 points higher attribute, 1 point of attribute correction will be obtained. Therefore, the strength is adjusted to 2. If you hold this longsword, the damage will be +2, between 3~10.

If it is used by a Nidalee with Strength 20 and Strength Adjustment 5, the damage will be +5, becoming 6~13

Although I really want to choose this cool-looking long sword, I have never received any sword training and my strength is 14, which is far behind those two beastmen. I guess I can only smash around with it. It's useless because I can't beat them.

Aenarion's eyes wandered and fell on a longbow. Along with the flickering psychic light, a line of small white words appeared again.

[Yew Longbow (120 lbs)]: Damage 7~17, minimum strength requirement 20.

A bow with a draw weight of 100 pounds? It requires 20 strength! I can't pull it open. I'm not worthy of it. Excuse me.

Aenarion continued his search, fixed his gaze on a crossbow, and cast his reconnaissance spell again.

[Pulley Crossbow]: Damage 2~16

This type of crossbow is very common in northern Italy. It is one of the products of the pinnacle of the development of individual crossbows. It is 1.6 meters long, and its two crossbow arms are forged from solid steel. It has enormous power, and the extremely heavy crossbow string does not require manpower to pull it open. Instead, it is pulled open by a pulley device at the end of the crossbow, which is similar to a bicycle pedal. This allows people to use very little force to pull open the extremely heavy crossbow string, tightening the two steel crossbow arms to the extreme. The damage inflicted is almost as powerful as an arrow shot by a strongman.

What's even better is that, unlike a longbow, this thing has no requirements for use. A crossbow arrow shot by a frail child and a strong adult male is equally deadly and can easily kill professionals of one or two levels, breaking the class gap between professionals and civilians to a certain extent.

You know, among a hundred people, at most one is a warrior, a barbarian, or a similar professional, and among a hundred professionals, there can only be one noble spellcaster like a warlock, a priest, or a paladin.

The only drawback is that this thing is very slow to wind and load. It takes the time for an archer to shoot four or five arrows, while the pulley crossbow can probably only shoot one crossbow arrow.

Aenarion thought about it and decided that this thing would be most suitable for him as it did not require much strength, was easy to use, and had high damage.

However, a stick-shaped object in the corner caught his attention, causing him to cast another reconnaissance spell.

[Ottoman Matchlock]: Damage 10~80, extremely poor accuracy, hit -10.

Aenarion's eyes lit up. When he first crossed over, those Venetian merchants did use firearms, and they were all confiscated. It seems that the technology tree of this world, with the blessing of a bunch of magical monsters, is faster than the original European history. The earliest matchlock guns already existed in 1450.

The hit rate is poor, but the kinetic energy and power of this thing are five times that of the pulley crossbow! Not to mention low-level professionals, if the heart or head is hit, even the Bulgarian female leopard will die! As long as you can find a way to improve the hit rate, this thing may become your hope for a comeback!

"I want this. How much do you sell the gunpowder and bullets for?"

"Why do you buy a firearm? It's useless except for its powerfulness. It's inaccurate, slow to load, and expensive. In my opinion, it's a disposable item. You can only fire once.

Throw it, or you'll have to spend half a minute reloading your ammunition, which is enough time for an ordinary archer to shoot ten arrows, and enough time for a sword and shield soldier to rush over and chop you into pieces."

Artemisia looked worried.

"Why not take the pulley crossbow?"

"It's powerful enough to cover all his shortcomings. I currently know first-level spells, two for defense and one for charm, but no attack. I need a way to kill with one strike, and the higher the better."

While the two were arguing, the pirate warehouse manager had already picked up the pulley crossbow and packed up some matching crossbow arrows. He didn't care what Aenarion said at all, but just listened to the orders of the second captain.