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The soldiers were no match for the enemy and were beaten back step by step. The corpses of those wearing heavy armor were scattered all over the ground. When they were suddenly attacked face to face, they had no choice but to give up their spears and draw out their spare axes and daggers to fight, but they were no match for the Janissaries at all.

The extremely exaggerated decorative wings on both sides of the Dark Angels' helmets and the even larger beastly eagle wings behind them oppressed the enemy's nerves like a nightmare. After dozens of people died in a row, they barely managed to stabilize the formation. Relying on their hard training in the past, they quickly assembled into a wall of spears.

The Raven Hammer was indeed powerful in penetrating armor, but it was very short, only seventy centimeters. After the three-meter-long spears were densely packed into a formation on the not-so-spacious city wall, they relied on their numerical advantage to barely hold back the crazy advance of the Raven Wing Knights. As long as they dared to charge, they would have to face the joint attack of at least nine spears in three rows and three columns.

Seeing the enemy recovering their formation, the Ravenwing Knights didn't care at all. They flapped their terrifying black wings and flew directly into the sky. They detoured at an extremely fast speed and went around to the flanks of the spear phalanxes, waiting for an opportunity to launch another charge. The sound of the dark angels flying was like thunder.

A head-on collision with the spear phalanx is a suicidal act. Anyone with a little military common sense would not be stupid enough to charge head-on at the spear phalanx. Instead, they could go around and charge towards the spear phalanx's weak flank or rear to break it.

The members of the Raven Wing of the Dark Angels are all Serbian eagle-like beastmen. With their extraordinary flying abilities, their mobility is even more terrifying than that of cavalry.

Normally, these 600 heavily armored spearmen were going to be charged to death by the Ravenwing again and again, but Aenarion's crazy training during this period saved their lives: this group of people subconsciously formed a small Spanish square formation on the wide city wall. They stood back to back, with countless spears extending from all sides of the square formation, leaving no blind spots. Every place was a front, and the spearmen inside even raised their spears and pointed them at the sky, leaving these Ravenwing Knights with nowhere to charge!

This anti-cavalry formation from fifty years later made the lightly armored assassins like the Ravenwing Knights dumbfounded - what kind of a weird formation is this? Have they never seen it before?!

There was no choice but to give up charging the heavily armored spearmen and look for other worthy opponents. They found that the musketeers also gave up their scattered shooting and formed a back-to-back Spanish phalanx as they usually trained. They used their muskets as spears and formed a bunch of hard-to-bite hedgehogs on the city wall.

The only thing this formation fears is artillery, but their own artillery positions have been blown back by the artillerymen hiding in the turrets.

There was no choice but two level 4 Ravenwing Knights flapped their black wings and landed next to Aenarion. They swung their hammers and smashed two horrible cracks on the purple flame white bones.

Aenarion calmly pulled out two transformation blades, slashed the opponent's shield with the long sword in his right hand, and blocked the opponent's war hammer with the long sword in his left hand. The moment the tip of the sword was aimed at the chest of the Ravenwing Knight, it changed into a five-meter-long spear and suddenly stabbed forward!

This Janissary was indeed powerful. He actually reacted to the sneak attack and used the wings behind him to block his chest - but it was meaningless. The sharp spear blade pierced through the black wings with great force, penetrated his white robe and black leather armor, and drilled into his soft chest, knocking him away!

The dripping blood, along with the pitch-black feathers, covered the path he retreated.

After a successful attack, Aenarion's eyes widened, and he quickly used telekinesis to throw the second Ravenwing Knight's body, making it emit a faint purple halo. The whole person was captured by his own psychic power, floating in the air, unable to move. He could only watch Aenarion swinging the sword and accurately cutting his throat. The warm blood splattered all over the purple flames and white bones outside Aenarion's body.

After this period of training, his psychic power and the close combat of the Death Knight have become more and more skillful.

He killed two Janissary soldiers in an instant. His body was still wrapped in the skeleton of a giant burning with purple flames. Such a conspicuous presence immediately attracted the hatred of more Ravenwing Knights. The expeditionary commander Zahariel flapped his black-feathered wings and flew quickly to the top of the city. The shadow of his wings covered the walls of Thebes like a nightmare.

He waved his hand, and a ball of cold and piercing black evil flame blasted towards the city wall with overwhelming force, like a dark wave of flames, washing over the vast city walls, completely engulfing dozens of people including Aenarion, and knocking them away like light and fragile objects!

He was knocked away from the six-meter-high city wall!

Aenarion was startled and used telekinesis to control himself and several screaming firemen who were thrown out. His bodies flashed with purple halos and floated in the air. He flew back to the city wall and hid in a small Spanish square.

Before he could gain a firm foothold, Zahariel's evil flames condensed into a three-meter-long flaming spear, whistling fiercely at him! If Astariel hadn't rushed over and cast a defensive flame to resist Zahariel's evil fire, he might have been pierced by the flaming spear!

Zahariel did not recognize Aenarion, but Estalier of the Angelos family did. At this moment, the wedding rings on their hands caught his attention and made him feel extremely absurd - what was going on? The higher-ups said that Estalier had betrayed, so why was she here and married?

Zahariel

He frowned, shaped the evil flame in his hand into the shape of a storm, and used a ruthless dispel to destroy Aenarion's hidden information, exposing his true identity and true information to the eyes of the dark angel: first class Psion, second class Death Knight? This man is a double elite? Double elite of the Anglos family???

Zahariel immediately stopped attacking, cold sweat running down his back. What on earth had happened to this giant, the Angelos family?

My boss sent me here to kill Aenarion, a common pirate.

But Aenarion was clearly an Angrosian double-headed eagle! In previous battles, he had obviously received the highest and most elite education, and was definitely one of the top young talents in that huge family! He even married Estalier, who was also from Angros, and the wedding ring on his hand was extremely conspicuous. This tradition of holy marriage between close relatives was very common in the warlock family.

Astariel rebelled about a month ago, but her biological brother did not receive any punishment and is still a favorite of the prince. The Angelos family also remains unmoved.

So, is this Aenarion really just an ordinary pirate? ? ? The higher-ups are not using me as a weapon against the Angros family, right? They won’t tell me the specific reason? ? ?

Zahariel looked at the couple from the Angelos family. The more he thought about it, the more complicated and uncertain he became. He looked at the broad city walls, at the spear phalanxes that looked like hedgehogs and were difficult to attack, and then at Aenarion who was hiding in the phalanx and not moving a step. He also looked at his own siege weapons that had been burned and the artillery positions that had been destroyed. He felt a headache and waved his hand, ordering a retreat.

As long as I pay a little price, it is not impossible to kill Aenarion and Astariel, but what does the fall of these two people have to do with the Angelos family? I don't want to kill them today and be cut into pieces by the Angelos family tomorrow and hung on the city wall. Whoever wants to kill them can do it. I won't do anything that offends Angelos.

The first day of siege ended here. The Dark Angels suffered 500 casualties among their auxiliary soldiers, while the enemy suffered less than 50 casualties, all of whom were killed by the Ravenwing Knights. The casualty ratio was as high as one to ten.

Aenarion also quickly recruited militiamen in the city of Thebes, stripped the armor and weapons of the dead heavy spearmen and put them on them, quickly restoring the lost troops, and let the company commanders train them to learn formations and tactics, restore the losses, and roughly guessed Zahariel's inner thoughts - this guy is very knowledgeable about the ways of the world, maybe he can use Angelos's warlock bloodline to trick him?

Chapter 148: Prophecy of Destruction

The next day, Zahariel no longer took action himself, but used all he had learned in the Janissary College to command his soldiers to attack the city. He dug tunnels outside the city walls to launch sneak attacks, and used the excavated soil and rocks to pile up hills in an attempt to gain a height advantage. He sent archers to the hills to attack the walls of Thebes from above.

Aenarion had seen this kind of attack many times in history books. He placed a basin on the ground and put his ear close to it to listen to the sound and determine the direction. He used the thick smoke from the burning fire to drive away the soldiers in the tunnel. Then, relying on his own artillery advantage, he blew down one earthen hill after another. The Raven Wing, which was good at cavalry assaults, did not make any breakthrough in front of the high walls of Thebes and the hedgehog-like Spanish phalanx.

If a strong attack doesn't work, then how about besieging them until they run out of ammunition and food? The combat effectiveness of the Ottoman Navy is less than or equal to five. With a port as big as Thebes and two carracks as big as Aenarion, the port cannot be blocked at all. As long as the enemy is willing, food and supplies can be continuously sent to Thebes by sea, making it impossible to besiege the city.

However, Aenarion could only defend the city of Thebes. The ordinary cavalry could defend themselves with the Spanish phalanx. The enemy cavalry was not only elite, but also had wings and could fly! In the last raid, they killed nearly one-tenth of their heavy armored spearmen in one encounter. Moreover, there were too many people. It was hard to say who would die first in a field battle outside the city. The two sides were deadlocked.

"You have demonstrated your power to Zahariel. Now, it is time to talk to him. Perhaps we can win him over."

In the past few days, Luther has also strengthened his idea of ​​betrayal. If Aenarion is easily defeated by Zahariel, he will treat what he said while drunk that day as bullshit.

But now, Aenarion not only proved his tenacity to Zahariel, but also proved his strength to Luther, allowing him to see a glimmer of hope in the endless darkness. Perhaps by cooperating with this person, he could really take his daughter back from the Ottomans.

"Zahariel is extremely eager for power. However, in the First Legion, only Muslim Sufis who have passed the blood tax training, the Bektash monks of Allah, can enter the inner circle and serve as senior officials. There are very few exceptions. I got this position because I risked my life to save the legion commander."

Luther continued to open the box for Zahariel.

"In theory, level 4 is the threshold for Janissaries, and level 8 is the only way to become a company commander. However, Zahariel is already level 12, but because of his status as a pagan, he has been unable to be promoted. He is still the captain of the 22nd Company of the Dark Angels. This has also led to the continuous expansion of his inner desires. Perhaps this is a breakthrough."

Aenarion pondered for a moment, recalled the history of the Ottoman Empire, and thought carefully about the Albanian gold dwarf in the northeast, accompanied by Skander.

step-by-step negotiation plan.

The two sides sent messengers to talk during the intervals between the battles, and then set up a tent between the walls of Thebes and the Dark Angels camp as a place for negotiations.

When the sun rose, Zahariel was wearing a chain mail shirt as black as midnight, with a white robe on the outside. His helmet and face were hidden under the pale hood. Behind him were ten plate knights wearing full body plate armor with exaggerated feather wing decorations on both sides of their helmets.

Aenarion used his psychic power to weave a set of silver armor with gold borders. He wore the helmet of the sun god Asuryan on his head and held the sword of Khaine, the god of murder. Behind him were ten ogre corpses that were three or four meters tall and weighed more than three hundred kilograms, and Luther who was tied together with ropes.

"Oh? Luther El'Jonson? You disappeared in the Black Sea for a while. The legion commander thought you were dead. It turns out that you were captured by this pirate. I'm glad to see that you are still alive."

Zahariel was a little surprised. He didn't expect to see an old face during the negotiation.

After hearing the three words "Legion Commander", Luther's elegant old face showed a look of longing.

"She... No, did the Legion Commander feel sad after hearing that I was missing?"

"No, our beautiful and powerful legion commander, Ryan, is accompanying the Sultan to attack Skanderbeg, the traitor of the Seventh Legion, trying to use this military achievement to gain the position of war commander of the Ottoman Empire. She has no time to care about you. Instead, your students have been looking for you.

Now, Arsalan has temporarily taken over your mission. If there is still no news from you in half a year, your position will be taken over by that old man. We will carve your name on the six-winged sculpture of the monastery, just like the other fallen dark angels."

Zahariel's casual words hurt Luther's heart even more. Then he looked at Aenarion and spent a lot of effort to stabilize his heartbeat and breathing.

This charismatic warlock, after being tempered in a lot of wars, exudes an intoxicating charm and a chilling murderous intent in his every move. His face is so beautiful that even monsters would be pleased to see it, not to mention men. His whole body exudes the aura and pressure of a ruler, and it is obvious that he is not an ordinary person.

"Speak now, venerable Duke of Athens: What do you wish to discuss with me? Old man Luther, please name your price. The Dark Angels are willing to redeem all of their captured brothers and sisters."

"I am not here to ransom the prisoners, but to find a future for you, Captain Zahariel."

Aenarion smiled.

"A level 12 sorcerer, with your ability, you are more than qualified to be a count or even a duke in the Christian world. However, in the First Legion, you are still a small company commander. It is really sad. It is said that only Muslims can hold high positions in the First Legion. It seems that your pagan brothers and sisters have never trusted you."

Zahariel narrowed his eyes. He really couldn't figure out what the relationship between Aenarion and the Angelos family was.

"Yes, you Christians are really a mixed bag. A mere level 5 Angelos has risen to the position of Duke of Athens, which is equivalent to the governor of a province. It's a pity that I don't know how long you can be the Duke. Maybe, just one winter?"

"If you're willing to help me, maybe I can help you to reach the end of time."

Aenarion used Astariel's teachings to teach him about his noble interests, sipping the wine from his glass elegantly, pretending to be extraordinary.

"I lifted the veil of the future, but I only saw destruction. You can return to the camp and wait. In about a week, the news of defeat will come from the north. Skanderbeg will wield the whip of complete defeat on your sultan and your legion commander."

"What a joke! The traitor Skanderbeg has only gathered 7,000 dwarves at most. Even if they have the advantage of terrain, how can they withstand the fierce attack of two Janissary legions?"

Zahariel sneered.

“It’s going to happen this week.”

Aenarion didn't explain or say anything about his prophecy or his assumed identity as Angelos. For a smart man like Zahariel who knew not to kill Angelos, the less you said, the more logical explanation he could come up with.

"Starting from today, within seven days, my prediction will be confirmed. Once you believe me, we will continue the negotiations."

After Aenarion finished speaking, he stood up and left. Zahariel looked at his back with a changeable expression. He really couldn't understand what this Angelos was doing.

Chapter 149: The Fallen Army

The dry and hot summer, accompanied by the July sea breeze, swept across the entire Balkan Peninsula. In the hot summer, people would sweat even with their upper bodies naked, and wearing heavy armor was simply fatal during high-intensity combat. Coupled with Aenarion's prophecy, Zahariel simply ordered the soldiers to stop the attack and camp by the river to escape the heat - don't camp in the forest in summer just for the shade. This kind of knowledge has been learned by the Janissary officers. It is said that more than a thousand years ago, a real dragon in the Far East Zhendan played this way, and then his army was burned to death.

Aenarion's soldiers were also tortured by the hot summer. They stood on the city wall in leather armor and chain mail for a while, feeling like they were being roasted. The heavily armored spearmen patrolled the city wall in single clothes. Anyway, the enemy would not attack, so the two sides fought each other for a while until a letter came.

, coming from the north.

Zahariel was lying naked in a basin of cold water to cool himself down. He picked up the letter and glanced at the contents with his eyes burning with evil flames. Then, his lazy expression froze and he looked at the contents of the letter in disbelief.

Murad II and Lion, the Lord of the First Legion, led two legions to attack the Albanian Gold Dwarfs. After two months of siege of Kruja Castle, they were defeated by Skanderbeg who took advantage of the mountainous terrain and strong fortresses of Albania. The two legions retreated back to the Ottoman Empire. His mistress, the proud Queen of Knights, asked him to withdraw all the dark angels to the Thessaly Basin and concentrate his strength for another expedition to wash away the shame!

How can this be? ? ?

Zahariel looked at the letter in astonishment, his brain froze.

It was shocking enough that the Sultan led two legions to fight in person, but was unable to defeat a golden dwarf. What was even more frightening was that Aenarion had predicted the failure of the Sultan and the Legion Master a week ago? And the Angros had an unclear relationship with the God of Tzeentch...

Zahariel sucked in a breath of cold air and climbed out of the bathtub. In the hot summer day, he felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Murad II was indeed a powerful ruler, but his health was failing and there were serious problems with his succession.

The successor he personally appointed died unexpectedly. Now, among the Sultan's adult children, there is only one, Muhammad! That kid was not trained according to the Sultan's standards. He was too young, too arrogant, and his ambition was not worthy of his ability. Almost all the high-ranking lords and Janissaries disliked and even hated him.

Murad II was in poor health and retired a few years ago, allowing Muhammad to try to become the Sultan. As a result, when the Crusaders, the Timurid Empire, Karaman and other powerful enemies were eyeing him, he tried to use half of the Janissaries to attack Constantinople, which made the busy Janissaries curse - is Constantinople so easy to attack? Lightning Bayezid led all the Janissaries to fight for several years but failed to take it down! Is this man sick?

Therefore, the Janissary Corps, which was about to attack Constantinople at that time, brought out Murad II, who had abdicated to retire, and marched to the capital with the old Sultan. They staged a military remonstrance, which forced the exhausted and ill Murad II to cancel his retirement plan and become the Sultan again in place of his son.

If Murad II died and Muhammad succeeded to the throne, a storm sweeping the entire empire would inevitably come quickly.

Could it be that the Angelos had predicted the fall of the Ottoman Empire, and that Astariel's defection was a way of hedging their bets, trying to get some important family members to defect to the Christian side, so that when the Ottomans really failed, they could all jump back to the Christian world? It's not like they haven't done that before!

Zahariel really began to waver at this moment. The reason why he joined the Ottoman Empire was very simple. He was a Chaos Cultist. Those crazy people in the Christian world were extremely hostile to pagans. If he wanted to live a comfortable and decent life and become a superior person, he could only join the religiously tolerant Ottoman Empire.

But the problem was that to climb to a high position in the Janissary one had to be a Muslim, but he was a Chaos Cultist.

Zahariel was not a fanatic with firm beliefs, but changing one's beliefs was a delicate matter. To be a sorcerer, one must sign a contract with the devil in order to gain power. If he did not believe in those evil gods of chaos and made that powerful being angry and terminate the contract, the sorcerous power that he had cultivated for a lifetime might very well be gone.

By believing in Allah, one loses all power and cannot compete for high positions.

Believing in the Chaos Gods, but being unable to climb higher in the Ottoman Empire... This vicious circle gave Zahariel a headache for a very long time. He looked at his title of company commander, and imagined Aenarion's prophecy of destruction and the high position he was promised. At this moment, his heart was really shaken.

A day later, Zahariel met with Aenarion and Luther in the cool of the evening, but this time he brought no retainers with him.

"I believe your words and prophecies, Duke of Athens."

Zahariel said very seriously.

"Tell me, how much power can you give me in Christ? How much money can you give me?"

Aenarion was stunned for a moment. He did think that Zahariel could be turned against the enemy, but he did not expect that this man could turn against the enemy so easily.

"I can make you a count, and you can choose any castle in the Principality of Athens to be your fiefdom."

Aenarion once again threw out a very high stakes: the titles of earl and duke on the Crusaders' side were not as valuable and rigorous as those in Western Europe, and many of them were conferred at random. Not to mention that a dukedom could be produced in a small place like Athens, some people dared to proclaim themselves grand dukes or even kings after conquering a city.

Zahariel frowned and thought carefully, feeling that the title of Earl in the Principality of Athens was of low value.

"Not only that, you can become the captain of the Dark Angels, second only to one man and above ten thousand others."

Luther also showed his fangs and abacus at this moment, and his elegant face revealed a hint of crazy cruelty. He looked at Zahariel's astonished expression and revealed his plan.

"Legion Commander Ryan, she is my biological daughter. The Ottomans took her away from me with a blood tax. Now, I will use my blood to take her back from the Ottomans!

In order to achieve this goal,

I need to return to the Legion and incite more new Dark Angel recruits that I have personally trained, as well as veterans who are dissatisfied with the status quo, to join my plan and form a Legion of Fallen Angels to fight against my daughter's First Legion. If we can defeat her, then we will be the orthodox Dark Angels! At that time, I will give you a position in the Legion that is second only to one person and above ten thousand people!"

"Ah this?!"

Zahariel's pupils trembled wildly as he calculated the benefits he would gain after participating. The First Legion was full of factions and factions, and Luther had been a recruit instructor for eight years. If he was determined to incite a rebellion, his success rate would be pretty damn high!

If he could really split a legion of fallen angels from the Dark Angels and run to the Principality of Athens to defend it, then the survivability of Aenarion's Principality of Athens would be greatly improved! By then, he would be the second in command of this new legion and the earl of the Principality of Athens. Wouldn't this power and status be much better than the current captain?

"I can help you, Luther, but this is too dangerous. If you are exposed before you incite the rebellion and are captured alive by the legion commander, I will immediately sever ties with you and kill you to silence you - you know, I have the ability to do this."

Zahariel said this with a serious expression, and then bowed respectfully to Aenarion, the young Angros.

"From today on, you are my lord."

Chapter 150: Roman Baths

After Luther instigated the fall of the second Dark Angel, Zahariel retreated with Luther and the attacking Dark Angels and returned to the Legion to carry out the plan of the Angel's Fall.

At present, Skanderbeg is the thorn in the side of the Ottoman Empire in the Balkan Peninsula. The Ottomans are too lazy to care about the Principality of Athens on the Attica Peninsula - this place is indeed dangerous, but it has no strategic value at all. The population of their entire principality is not even as large as the population of the capital of the Ottoman Empire. Sending a few hundred people to block the Thermopylae would make it impossible for Aenarion to go north.

With this retreat, the heavy burden that had been weighing on Aenarion's heart finally disappeared temporarily, giving him some time to recuperate.

Aenarion felt relieved, the pressure he had been under finally disappeared. He fell on the bed, lying on a pair of round and smooth legs, breathing deeply, enjoying the rare rest time. Looking up, he could only see a pair of round and smooth breasts.

"Why, now that the Dark Angels have retreated, are you finally able to relax?"

Astariel adjusted her golden glasses and let Aenarion lie in her arms while she quietly read the book in her hands. The young and lovely girl had a mature charm in her eyes. In addition to a pair of huge breasts inherited from her mother, her young body also became more sexy and moisturized after being moisturized many times.

"Yeah, come to think of it, this period of time has been like a dream."