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Behind each army of angels, there were a large number of slaves captured from Epirus. Both men and women were naked, with only shackles as their clothes. The huge slave army demonstrated the terrifying power of the dark angels.

The last person to appear was Ryan herself. She did not appear riding her own shadow dragon, but instead rode a woman?

Aenarion looked at the High Elf under her crotch in surprise. She was a woman with outstanding appearance and temperament, who was very impressive. She was tall and elegant, and wore a graceful and luxurious purple toga, on which was embroidered an exquisite and gorgeous phoenix rising from the ashes with golden silk thread. She had soft long ears, a white jade neck, and delicate hands. She wore all kinds of expensive and gorgeous jewelry, and the purple gems inlaid with gold sparkled brightly in the sun.

She had long orange-red hair as beautiful as the sunset, and wore a golden crown that symbolized the Epirus Dynasty. Under her long hair was the Queen of Epirus, with a dignified and noble face filled with tears of humiliation.

Aenarion sighed, thinking that the Ottomans were the best at playing.

The dignified and noble Queen of Epirus wore a robe and crown that symbolized her status as a queen, but she knelt on the ground like an animal, rubbing the ground with her palms and knees as she walked. Her cherry lips were stuffed with a golden horse bit in the shape of a ball gag, connected to a gold-painted rein, and around her neck she wore a collar and chain that would only be used by lowly slaves, but they were forged with gold according to the queen's specifications. Her slender wrists and ankles also wore the same golden chains, and with every step she crawled, she trembled, and the gold-forged chains would collide and jingle against each other.

Ryan, on the other hand, was not wearing armor. She wore a pitch-black Kaftan robe with six-winged angels painted on it, and a white turban on her head, which was decorated with a huge red crystal and a circle of ancient Roman style olive laurel wreath made of gold.

She rode on the Queen of Epirus who had turned into a horse. She held the reins and collar chain in her left hand and the whip in her right hand, whipping the Queen's body through her toga. She proudly entered the city of Larissa, enjoying the cheers and celebrations of the people, leaving the road behind her with the Queen's blood and tears.

Three hundred Death Wing veterans rode on griffins that were also decorated with silk and flowers, soaring above his head and continuously throwing down rose-red rose petals, allowing the Imperial Warmaster who rode the Queen into the city to bathe in a luxurious and beautiful sea of ​​rose-red flowers and celebrate his victory.

Behind her was a group of several hundred high elf guards from Epirus, who had also been taken captive. Like livestock, they were strung together with ropes and held down by the dark angels, participating in the triumphal procession as slaves, adding to the glory and prestige of the legion.

The queen carried the imperial warmaster on her back and crawled to the city center where the crowd was the most dense. Ryan suddenly pulled the chain, forcing her to look up, then he personally took off her ball-gag-style horse bit and put a magic amplification device on her mouth.

"Sing, little captives. You need to sing as you go through the last section of the journey. All captives! Sing!!!"

The last descendant of Komnenos shed tears of humiliation, his dignified and beautiful face turned into tears because of shame and guilt. The other captives were not much better, but they still carried out the orders of the Lord of the First Legion in fear.

A descendant of the Roman royal family, at Ottoman triumphal procession, lay on the ground like a horse or livestock, carrying the Ottoman war marshal forward, to be watched by the people of the city. Then, as the king of a fallen country, she sang the triumphal song of the Roman Empire legions in a low voice. But even though she was speaking in a low voice, the sound could still be clearly heard by everyone due to the magic loudspeaker.

The Epirocan prisoners, in great humiliation and fear, knelt on the ground, crawled on their knees and hands, and sang along with their queen.

“Rome, Rome, Rome.

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

This will become an immortal legend, our lives belong only to you.

Rome, Rome, Rome.

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

From the Pillars of Hercules to the Euphrates,

From Hadrian's Wall to the Nile,

The eagle of the legion soars above.

Rome, Rome, Rome.

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Our army is as solid as a rock,

Our will is unbreakable.

Rome, Rome, Rome.

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory!

Eternity! Legion! Eternity! Victory! "

Seeing a group of captives singing Roman military songs as a symbol of Ottoman victory, some people who were loyal to the Romans were shocked and even began to cry secretly. However, they were forcibly restrained by the people around them the next second, for fear that they would be dragged out and beaten to death by the Janissaries.

Aenarion was also a little bit impatient, and Alleria was even more livid and wanted to kill people, but was stopped by several men. God damn, let the captives sing the enemy's army song in the most humiliating identity at the triumphal ceremony. They really thought of it. When I capture this place in the future, I must let Lion sing the ancestor grandfather and lineage father at my triumphal ceremony!

"Isn't this Roman war song too ancient?"

Mariana, who was not Roman at all, commented.

"how do you know."

Aenarion knew little about song.

"The Pillars of Hercules are in Spain, the Euphrates River is in the hands of the Timurid Empire further east in the Anatolian Peninsula, Hadrian's Wall is in Britain, and the Nile River is in Egypt, in the hands of the Mamluk Sultanate. None of the four place names in this song are within Roman territory."

Mariana said it pointedly.

Chapter 209: Lord Cypher

Aenarion looked away from the distraught Queen of Epirus and instead looked around at the crowds. He was certain that the peasants of Thessaly hated Ottoman rule, but what about the city dwellers?

Some civilians were forcing themselves to smile, and it was easy to tell that they were fake, but some civilians were cheering sincerely, celebrating the warmaster's victory, with flames of worship and carnival burning in their eyes.

Suddenly, the queen, in her weeping and humiliation, seemed to have discovered something. She looked at herself among the crowd of people, and a bunch of purple-gold phoenix flames quietly emerged from her fingertips and burned quietly on the ground. The flames moved silently with the help of the bodies of slaves and spectators, and finally came to the feet of Aenarion, winding upwards along his robe and igniting the helmet of the sun god also known as Asuryan.

In an instant, two huge golden wings extended from both sides of the helmet, bursting out with surging energy and terrifying power similar to the Spear of Dionysus, and the blue halo even turned into a dazzling orange-gold color, but it only lasted for a moment, and the helmet returned to its previous blue halo. Everything happened so fast that it seemed like an illusion. He didn't even have time to take a look at what the helmet of god looked like after it regained its power.

Aenarion looked up again and saw that he could no longer see Komnenos and the Warmaster.

Speaking of which, Asuryan is another name for Helios, the god of the sun and phoenix. Among the last three royal families of Rome, Komnenos' bloodline power is the phoenix. Is there any connection between the two? But as a captive, she couldn't ask...

Aenarion sighed. He came here to see if he could rescue them anyway. What is he waiting for? He should find a way to save them.

There are many factions within the Dark Angels Legion. They can be divided into six wings based on six different combat skills, and can be even divided further into a hundred arts. Then there is the inner circle of the legion commander himself, the inner circle of the chapter commander, and the inner circle of the company commander. It is not easy to sneak in.

However, not all of the 169 high-ranking Dark Angels who initially signed the contract with Luther are in Athens. Some of them are still lurking within the First Legion.

Aenarion rented an inn in Larissa and waited for three days. Finally, on a dark and windy night, a fallen angel lurking inside the legion came to meet him. He wore a white cloak over his black armor, and the brim of his hat was pressed so low on his face that only his mouth could be seen.

On his right waist was a small and sophisticated crossbow, enchanted with explosion and bombardment. On his left waist was another crossbow, enchanted with thunder and annihilation, and on his back was a two-handed greatsword from the Shinra region, which might have been a trophy from a defeat of the Crusaders.

"Nice to meet you, Warmaster of the Eastern Roman Empire. Just call me by my code name, Lord Cypher."

The visitor gave a brief introduction.

"The Empress Komnenos is imprisoned in the deepest part of the Janissary Monastery. Unless you can take down the entire Larissa, don't even think about rescuing her. It's impossible."

"But he can't stay there forever. Sultan Muhammad has ordered that the warlord send the remnants of the Komnenos family to Edirne to enrich his harem, and no one can touch them. The Komnenos family has various marriages with the remaining Turkish Beys in Asia Minor, and their strength is still decent. Perhaps we can use this branch of Epirus to negotiate with them."

"So, do you know how to transport it? By land or sea?"

Aenarion asked.

"I'm checking."

Lord Cypher lowered the brim of his hood and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"However, since your four caravels bombed the coastal areas of Thessaly and Macedonia, I don't think the legion commander can choose to go by land and sea. She can only go by land, from Thessaly north to Macedonia, and then through the East Macedonian Corridor to Thrace. The mountains and rivers in Greece are steep, and many roads can only be taken in one direction, so it is easy to determine the route.

That is your only chance to act. Once Komnenos is sent to Edirne, it will be extremely difficult to rescue him."

"Then, can you predict the escort personnel and escort time?"

Aenarion continued to ask.

"Unless something important happens, the commander will definitely escort the person personally. She will leave in about a week. We need to be prepared to escort such an important person."

Aenarion probably understood that in order to prevent Lion's sword from being escorted by Superman himself, he had to do a lot of tricks to attract her attention, right? No problem, let's go.

A few days later, just as Ryan was reveling in the joy of conquering Epirus and planning a plan to escort Komnenos to the island, she suddenly received a piece of intelligence that a joint fleet of the Eastern Roman Empire and the Knights of Rhodes suddenly appeared near Epirus. All the ships were fully loaded and seemed to be full of soldiers. The local patrol fleet had been defeated and annihilated.

The sentinels have confirmed that the War Marshal of the Eastern Roman Empire and Grand Master of the Knights of Rhodes is here, and her golden dragon is also here!

Ryan's face changed, and he found that the bastion he had built at the mountain pass seemed to have no effect. The enemy army rushed out on boats, and the front line was heading straight for Epirus! That was the glorious record he had just won, how could he allow the enemy to tarnish it?

And Aenarion is in Epirus? Fine! I'll tear him to pieces this time! Dig out his brain and see how this guy came up with a way to fight the Ottoman Empire!

"Let Asmodai handle the task of escorting Queen Komnenos. He is a newly promoted level 13 combat priest. Train him. I will go to Epirus myself.

But! On the surface, I still say that I personally escorted Komnenos, and the convoy will fly my flag to intimidate those ignorant elves and scare them not to take action. At the same time, it can also catch Aenarion and Hepans off guard. This time, I must twist their heads off. "

There was a chilling murderous intent hidden in Ryan's calm words.

"Good idea, Warmaster."

A group of inner circle high-ranking officials whom Ryan trusted the most nodded one after another. Among them was a dark angel with a huge sword on his back and double crossbows on his waist.

Ryan didn't know that her perfect plan had been leaked. She took three hundred Death Wing veterans and quickly set out for Epirus, intending to join forces with the two thousand Janissaries stationed there to counterattack.

At the same time, a team consisting of 400 Janissaries, a large number of logistical auxiliary troops, and farmer guards, under the banner of Ryan, set out from Thessaly with lights and fanfare, writing as escorting prisoners, reading as sending the Komnenos prisoners to marry Muhammad.

Maybe out of pride, maybe out of self-confidence, this caravan did not even try to hide. They seemed very confident that there were no enemies in the Ottoman Empire and had no intention of hiding. The peasants and tax farmers who were instigated to rebel in Larissa reported the routes of all these people to the fallen angels active nearby. Aenarion knew the movements of this caravan even faster than Ryan who set out for Epirus. He could even judge the next destination of this huge team by which villages Ottoman officials suddenly appeared to temporarily collect and buy grain.

Then the rest of the matter was very simple. It was the slack season during farming. Aenarion raised his arm and called out to the civilians, tax farmers, and their lackeys near Larissa, waving spears and javelins, and gathered together to form a militia force of over a thousand. Together with the three hundred fallen angels and the four hundred rangers of Alleria and Aris Annar, it was already a terrifyingly large force.

Just in case, he even secretly transferred Meril Astelan from Thermopylae to participate in the battle in person.

Thanks to the efforts of the previous few months, Aenarion can now even quickly recruit a temporary legion of more than two thousand people directly at the gate of the enemy's base camp!

Chapter 210: Ambush from all sides

The Dark Angels were completely unaware that most of Larissa, except for the city, had been subverted and out of control. It was only Aenarion who allowed them to continue paying taxes to pretend that everything was peaceful.

When they were about to leave Larissa, something unexpected happened. Scouts scattered around came to report that hundreds of troops, wearing linen robes and holding spears, shields, bows and arrows, javelins and other simple weapons, were rushing towards the convoy! When they asked for their numbers, they couldn't answer at all and shot sporadic arrows - they were enemies!

Asmodai was shocked. This was Ottoman territory! And it was also the capital of the province of Thessaly! The headquarters of the Dark Angels! Even if it was rebels or enemy troops that infiltrated, how could there be so many? So quickly?

"Hurry up and organize the defense!"

The dark angels immediately protected Queen Komnenos' prison car in the innermost part, with civilians and professional auxiliary soldiers hiding in the middle, and combat auxiliary soldiers armed with spears, bows and arrows and other weapons protecting the outermost part, forming a huge circle, with some Janissaries mixed in to command the battle.

The three hundred Hurricane Wing heavy cavalry rode on war horses, ready to fight in mobile combat at any time.

After a while, a large number of peasant soldiers with masks on their faces rushed over from all directions. This group of people actually formed a tortoise shell formation! When they were about to enter the range of the bows and arrows, the peasant soldiers in the first row raised their wooden shields forward, the peasant soldiers in the second row tilted their shields upward, and the soldiers in the back rows all held their shields above their heads.

The shields formed a tortoise shell, covering itself tightly, and began to approach its side, which made the Janissaries stunned.

Isn't this the tortoise shell formation taught in military courses? Although these people are crooked and have many loopholes, and even the formation is not aligned, it is obvious that they are novices, but where did they learn it? Ordinary Ottoman soldiers are not qualified to learn this course!

Asmodai held high the banner bestowed upon him by the Warmaster, ordered the military musicians to blow the horns, and prepared to lead 300 Hurricane Wings in a devastating charge, aiming to smash the tortoise shells along the way first.

Three hundred Janissaries, amidst the generous and majestic trumpet sounds, formed a wall-shaped charge. Each rider had a stern face and a determined gaze, commanding their horses to gallop forward, letting the sound of their hooves crushing the earth explode like war drums and thunder on the battlefield! The whole person was like a series of metallic lightning, charging forward fearlessly!

What was even more shocking was that everyone was still able to control their horses while they were galloping, and the entire formation showed no signs of chaos and was as neat and tidy as before.

Seeing the Janissaries coming towards them, the peasant soldiers were a little frightened, but they still stopped where they were according to the plan. Under the cover of their shields, hundreds of them quickly removed a wooden stake with sharpened ends from their backs, tilted it at a 45° angle to the ground, and inserted it diagonally in front of themselves, facing the Janissaries who were rushing towards them. When the cavalry rushed to a position of 30 meters and started the final acceleration, they quickly retreated and stayed where they were. There was an anti-cavalry position densely packed with hundreds of wooden stakes and barricades!

At this moment, the Janissaries' horses had already begun to accelerate, like a truck speeding on the highway. At this speed, turning or reining in the horse was not realistic! If they slowed down now, they would not only fall into the quagmire of close combat, but also into the quagmire of close combat.

"Everyone, don't stop, keep charging! All priests! Protect the horses!!!"

Asmodai made a quick judgment and raised his hand. All the nearby war horses flashed with a faint golden halo, adding a layer of divine armor. Then he released a group of bull power to enhance the strength of the war horses. The other priests who were involved in the Janissary also gave their war horses defenses. With the blessing of divine magic, they charged forward at the wooden stakes!

After retreating and setting up their barricades, the peasant soldiers quickly threw two rounds of javelins that blocked out the sun and sky. The sound of javelins whistling and tearing the sky was terrifying. Their strength and accuracy were poor, and they could not cause decisive damage to the dark angels' defense, but they still interfered and blocked the enemy's charge, and some bright blood flowers were shot on them. Some unlucky horses were shot dead on the spot, causing the dark angels who were rushing in the front to fall off their horses and hit the ground heavily, and then they were trampled into meat sauce by the horses behind them.

After throwing the javelins, this group of people raised their spears high and awkwardly formed an anti-cavalry formation. The spears and chevaux de frise were mixed together to form a dense forest of death!

"Repent! Today is the day you die!"

Asmodai roared and rushed into the barricade first. His horse's chest hit two barricade stakes hard, knocking the 45-degree barricade stakes out of the ground! Two thick wooden stakes, accompanied by flying dirt, hit the peasant soldiers behind him like a hail of bullets, making them look confused. Some of them couldn't stand steadily and even fell to the ground.

The mount, which was shining with golden light, was still charging forward. After crashing into a chevaux de frise, it fell heavily on seven or eight spears!

"boom!!!"

Asmodai felt that his body was about to be torn in half. The damn spear, coupled with the subsequent chevaux de frise, stopped his horse abruptly, causing his upper body to tilt forward suddenly due to inertia. However, his legs were tightly clamped on the horse's back, not moving at all. The waist connecting the upper and lower body let out a mournful cry, probably because his waist was twisted.

Although the owners of the seven or eight spears stopped the unstoppable charge of the Dark Angels, the terrifying impact force passed through the spears, shattering their arm and hand bones. The peasants screamed and fell to the ground! Their arms drooped on the ground as soft as noodles.

However, these temporarily trained peasant soldiers did block the charge of the Janissaries and professional soldiers with their triple advantage of numbers, chevaux de frise, and spears!

"Everyone, get off your horses! Kill them! Leave one alive for interrogation!"

Asmodai jumped off his horse in rage, cast a healing spell on his waist, and then swung his hammer that was burning with golden holy fire. He smashed a peasant soldier's head with one hammer, breaking flesh and bones, and splashing blood in all directions!

Other riders followed suit. After the cavalry lost their impact and were entangled in close combat, they were in a dilemma on horseback. It was better for them to jump off their horses and fight on foot. The dark angels swung their hammers and scimitars, and rushed into the enemy formation through the gap created by Asmodai. They engaged in hand-to-hand combat with these peasant soldiers and directly gained an overwhelming advantage. It seemed that it would not take long before they were completely defeated.

However, at this moment, the ground began to tremble with the deafening sound of horse hooves. Aenarion personally led three hundred fallen angels and appeared behind the tortoise formation, charging at them! He tried to attack the Janissaries from the front and back with the peasant soldiers.

What was even more terrifying was that they also formed a standard wall-shaped charge formation, and their target was their own defenseless backs. Each rider was still able to control his horse while riding on the bumpy backs, forming a

Neat and orderly charging formation - apart from the Janissaries and the ogre Sipahi cavalry, there could be no other Ottoman army that could be so well-trained!