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What's more troublesome is that her Slaanesh Mark is healing! The penetrating wound on her left leg was spreading wheat-colored granulations, which were repairing the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye. The damage she had inflicted with great difficulty was gradually reduced to zero as time went by. As long as the first shot failed, she would have no chance of winning.

Wait, before she launched the attack, she used some kind of spell to make the entire room fall into silence, without any sound being made. So, this means that the leopard girl acted secretly and didn't want the news of her attack to spread throughout the ship?

Aenarion no longer cared about his image. He rolled over to avoid the spear's thrust while concentrating on casting a spell. He used a zero-ring trick [Stun].

A powerful mental shock hit the Leopard Girl directly in the face.

Afterwards, he didn't care whether the other party was dizzy or not. He opened the door of the room, then closed it forcefully, and ran desperately to the deck. He took advantage of her because her left leg was injured and he couldn't catch up with her for the time being, so he ran as far as he could.

Aenarion concentrated his mind and ran out of the room about five or six steps. Finally, he heard the sound of his boots trampling on the wooden boards. It seemed that he was out of the range of the silencing spell. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly in the words that would best attract the attention of the entire ship of pirates.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The Venetians are attacking!!!"

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At the same time, on the lower deck, Artemisia, who was checking the slaves one by one, also felt something was wrong. After signing the pet contract, she and Aenarion could sense each other's emotions. Now, Aenarion's emotions were first terrified, then turned into surging murderous intent, and now panic appeared again, as if he had started a fight with someone.

She raised her left hand and suddenly found that the six Venetians she controlled were all disconnected from her!

I didn't give up slavery, did I? There are only two possibilities for the chains to break. Either someone destroyed the slavery by using some means such as dispel magic, or they are all dead.

"I have something to do, I'll go up first."

Artemisia was worried about Aenarion's safety, so she turned around and left. Mariana was worried that her plan would be exposed, so she subconsciously stood up and stopped her.

"Why are you blocking me?"

The Slaanesh Paladin, who had already felt something was wrong, was immediately alarmed and went into combat mode. Could it be that the Bulgarian beast had already attacked Aenarion? !

"What am I doing? I should be the one asking this question. What are you doing, sister? This is the last batch of prisoners. After checking them, we can go back and rest. Why are you leaving now?"

Mariana pretended to be innocent and tilted her head to ask Artemisia.

"I have some things to take care of. I'll be right back."

Artemisia frowned, and her cold face showed a rare expression of annoyance. She moved to the left, and Mariana followed her. She moved to the right, and the damn Bulgarian also moved to the right, blocking her way forward.

At this moment, the Paladin of Slaanesh was certain that the Bulgarians were responsible for what happened to Aenarion. Her right hand instantly transformed into a crescent-shaped scimitar covered with flesh, blood and nerves, with a blade of 1.2 meters long. She slashed at Mariana's slender neck, but the beastman was not slow either. He quickly pulled out the huge sword from behind and blocked the opponent's fatal blow.

Steel and bones collided in the air, making a clanging sound as sparks flew all over the sky.

"You are openly defying the laws made by the Admiral. If you continue like this, I will be angry."

Mariana looked at her deputy captain with a smile on her mature and charming face, a smile as warm as spring breeze.

"Get out of the way!"

Artemisia stretched out her left hand, and several pink chains passed through Mariana's shoulders, tying up the necks of three surprised Slaanesh pirates and a slave who had been released and was about to be examined. The four were instantly corrupted and dominated by the Paladins of Slaanesh, and they drew their blades, roaring and slashing at Mariana's back!

"Roar!!!"

Mariana put away her smile, and let out a wild beast's roar from her rosy lips. Just as the battle between the two was about to break out, Aenarion's shout was heard from the deck.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The Venetians are attacking!!!"

Chapter 16: The Admiral's Order

Aenarion's shout successfully woke up a large number of pirates who were still sleeping, including Artemisia's Greek elves and Mariana's Bulgarian beastmen. If the fight continued, then this secret operation to kidnap Aenarion would turn into an open war. Regardless of success or failure, they could not escape the admiral's punishment.

"It seems that now is not the time to solve our problems. Let's deal with the enemies outside first, and then talk. How about that?"

Thinking of this, Mariana regained her gentle smile, took back her sword, turned her body, and rushed to the deck first. Artemisia followed closely behind her, and they all rushed to the deck and saw Aenarion.

"The Venetians are coming?"

"Where are they?"

"Light the torches! Find some fireworks! Light up the sea!"

Soon after, dozens of elves and Bulgarians followed the two bosses to the deck. Some climbed the mast, some held torches. In an instant, the Pride of Caesar became the most dazzling target on the dark sea, and the sparkling sea reflected the red flames.

The Leopard Woman was also among them, and it seemed that her leg injury had completely healed.

"Did you just sound the alarm? Where is the enemy?"

Mariana looked at the elves on the deck, then looked around the dark sea, and a new plan emerged in her mind.

This pretty little thing seems very smart. He actually used a false alarm to escape. But he forgot one thing. Sounding a false alarm and alarming the entire ship is also a serious crime. Perhaps, I can use this as an opportunity to force Artemisia to make some concessions and compromises?

But at this moment, the pirates ignited

Fireworks and firecrackers coming from Zhendan whizzed towards the nearby dark sea. After flying for a while, they exploded into balls of colorful flames. Although these things were not very powerful, the dazzling flames could illuminate the sea surface within a radius of hundreds of meters like daylight, making it impossible for the dark boats to hide in the colorful flames.

These small boats can only accommodate a dozen people, but they are small and flexible. Behind these boarding boats are eight Arab sailing ships flying the Venetian flag.

Damn it, in order to pursue speed, did these Venetians abandon their bulky paddle boats and gather all their small sailboats to chase them? !

Looking at the sea surface that was as bright as day in the bright firelight and the enemy ships that had no way of hiding, the lookout took out the horn without hesitation and blew three long and three short warning calls!

The Venetians are really coming?!

Mariana's beautiful face suddenly became extremely wonderful. She took out a monocular telescope and with the help of the fireworks on the sea, she also saw the enemy's figure.

Damn it! I chose the darkest time of the night to launch the attack, and those Venetians seemed to have the same idea as me, and also chose the middle of the night to launch the attack!

“Woo-woo-woo!”

The loud horn sound caused a chain reaction among the six ships. The lookouts on each ship saw the enemy ships under the fireworks and blew their horns to warn them. The Slaanesh pirates had no intention of fighting, fearing that if they were entangled, the two galleys loaded with huge cannons would approach again, so they chose to retreat directly.

At this moment, the faces of the Venetians also became very interesting. Damn it! Our sneak attack plan was perfect? ​​What went wrong? Why did that ship throw fireworks everywhere like crazy and illuminate our hull? ? ?

"We're exposed! Abandon the assault! Everyone retreat to the sailboat and wait for the next order!"

The leading generals and the small boats used for boarding returned to the sailing ship and followed the fleet in pursuit. Relying on the advantage in numbers, they kept close to the pirates and refused to let go. The fourteen ships on both sides moved their artillery to the bow or stern and fired crazily at a distance of hundreds of meters. One heavy shell after another blasted rough waves on the rippling sea.

A large amount of sea water was thrown tens of meters into the sky by the shock wave, and then turned into a rainstorm, soaking the wooden deck and the crew on the sea.

Aenarion felt a headache. He had just escaped from the tiger's mouth, but now he was in the wolf's den. The Venetians outside the ship regarded him as a pirate, and the pirates inside the ship regarded him as an outsider... How did he become a nobody? !

"Artemisia, tell me the results of your interrogation. I need to know all the intelligence and information."

Aenarion walked over to Artemisia and told her in detail what was happening below the deck. At this moment, a black crow landed on the deck of Caesar's Pride.

"Captain Mariana! I have a verbal order from the admiral!"

The pitch-black crow spoke in human language and screamed loudly with a hoarse and ominous voice.

"All ships should disperse and sail in six different directions to see which ship these Venetians will chase. This way, we can easily determine which ship the damned [Indrognir] is on! Your ships should sail due south!

"If the Venetian fleet is coming towards you, throw all the spoils you got yesterday into the sea and let those damned humans find what they want on the bottom of the sea! Then flee as quickly as possible! After getting rid of the pursuers, all ships will meet at Smyrna, the largest port on the west coast of the Anatolian Peninsula!"

"Understood. I will follow your orders now."

Mariana nodded, and silently prayed in her heart, that damned Indrognir, please don't be on her ship! It was a pity to throw away all the treasures she had managed to snatch yesterday.

Amid the noisy sound of gunfire, the six Arab sailboats fled in four directions. The Venetians were stunned for a moment, then concentrated their strength and chased the Pride of Caesar at full speed, ignoring the other five Slaanesh ships. Their ships suddenly became the target of the entire Venetian fleet.

"damn it!"

Mariana looked at the Venetian fleet that was closely following her ship's stern. She could no longer hold back her smile.

"Throw all the things you looted yesterday into the sea! As for slaves, kill them first and then throw them away! If we can't get them, we can't let the Venetians get them! Artemisia! Kill your lover yourself! Don't force me to do it!"

"you dare?"

Artemisia had a cold face and quickly protected Aenarion behind her. She raised the giant beheading sword in her right hand and pointed it directly at Captain Mariana's throat.

"Are you going to openly disobey the Admiral's orders, Artemisia?"

Mariana stared at her intently. The limbs, bodies, mouths and fangs of the eight Bulgarians stretched rapidly. The muscles all over their bodies expanded rapidly, filling up the loose chain mail and armor. Tufts of black hair grew from every pore on their bodies, and they turned into ferocious werewolves more than two meters tall. They protected the captain, opened their mouths wide at Artemisia, and let out a creepy howl.

A dozen Greek elves also rushed over, each of them equipped with a spear, shield and bow and arrow. Some elves held spears and protected their vice-captains, while some elves pulled their longbows into dangerous full moons, with sharp arrows pointing directly at Mariana and her beasts.

The two gangs are on the verge of a war as they face a powerful enemy!

Damn it! What kind of ecstasy did this little slave give her? It was outrageous enough to divide the troops to protect him on the battlefield. Now she was willing to disobey the admiral's orders and break up with him in the war to protect him?

"Everyone calm down! Dear Captain, I have something to say!"

Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly tense, Aenarion immediately stood up, pressed down Artemisia's right arm, and made a gesture of compromise.

"What do you want to say? I don't have time to play games with you!"

Mariana looked at the Greek elves who never listened to her orders, and then looked at the Venetians who were chasing her closely behind her, and said unhappily that shells hit the sea like raindrops, stirring up waves and ripples that hit the ship one after another, making Caesar's Pride extremely bumpy.

Fortunately, the accuracy of the artillery was very poor, and it was pitch dark at that time, which resulted in none of the shells hitting the target.

"Master, we brothers have managed to rob so many treasures. The enemy has a sailboat just like us, without oars, and relies heavily on the sea breeze to sail. How about we use that magic wand that can control the sea breeze to escape?"

At this moment, Leopard Woman also used her hands and feet to crawl back to Mariana. There was not a trace of scar on her round and slender thighs.

"As long as the beacon and Indragnir are still on our ship, there is no point in running away."

Mariana rubbed her pet's not-so-bright head in annoyance, staring at Aenarion intently, wanting to know what this boy was going to say at this life-and-death moment.

"Now it's clear, whatever Indragnir is, it's on our ship! But we've checked all the cargo and found nothing unusual, and we've interrogated most of the slaves, leaving only the last batch. Those last few slaves must know what Indragnir is!"

Aenarion quickly negotiated with all the pirates on deck.

"Think about it. If you give us some time to interrogate the last batch of prisoners, find Indrognir, and abandon him, then we don't have to throw away the other spoils! These are all things that our brothers have fought hard to get back! You have also obtained a lot of treasures among them. Wouldn't it be painful to throw them away now? As long as you give us some time to interrogate the last batch of prisoners, all the spoils can be kept! That is worth thousands of Grosso silver coins! Brothers, don't you agree!!!"

The pirates looked at Aenarion in confusion. They had long wanted to ask, who was this guy standing next to the mate, wearing an Arab robe and covering his face? A new crew member or a new slave?

However, what he said did make some sense. No one wanted to throw away the treasure they had snatched with great difficulty. Even the Bulgarian werewolves showed greed and reluctance towards the rings they had just snatched.

"No! Artemisia's abilities are very important. She must be present in the battle right now, while managing these elves. I cannot waste a precious combat force to interrogate prisoners during a war."

Although they did not get along with each other, Mariana still praised the ability of the deputy captain, but her eyes involuntarily turned down to look at her fair index finger - on which was worn a gold ring inlaid with three rubies. She looked at the trophy she had just captured, and then thought about throwing all the treasures on the ship into the sea, and she felt a little reluctant in her heart.

"No need Artemisia! I can do it all by myself!"

Aenarion said firmly.

"Okay! Come on, search him and take away all his weapons. Nidalee... No, Angelova, you keep an eye on him. If he doesn't tell you anything after fifteen minutes, just kill him."

Mariana looked at the Venetian fleet that was chasing after her, the elves who were on edge, and the pirate crew members who were unwilling to give up their spoils. She knew that forcing them to throw away their spoils would probably cause dissatisfaction among the crew members, or even a riot. She had no choice but to reluctantly agree to Aenarion's conditions.

Originally, she wanted to send the Leopard Woman to go down with Aenarion, but then she thought that the Leopard Woman's long-range projection ability was very valuable. It would be a waste to use it to guard a slave during wartime. So she randomly picked a werewolf. The little guy was just a second-level warlock. She confiscated his weapons and sent a werewolf to watch him.

"you……"

Hearing that the captain wanted to use a werewolf to guard and kill the unarmed Aenarion, Artemisia became angry again, but Aenarion suppressed her anger and gave her a relaxing look.

"It's okay. I'll be fine."

Aenarion cast a detection spell and found that the werewolf guarding him was just a level 1 civilian + a level 2 beast. He felt relieved. This werewolf was not even a professional. He simply relied on his natural bestial bloodline to reach two beast levels. The Mark of Slaanesh was only the most basic Embrace of Chaos, adding two points of agility and charm.

He allowed the werewolves to search him, and his wand and musket were taken away. Then he went straight to the lower deck with the werewolves wearing chain mail, holding huge swords and holding his weapons. Now, there was only this one pirate guarding the entire lower cabin where the slaves were held. The rest of the pirates were all fighting on the deck and the ship's tower, on standby.

Chapter 17: Fading Memories

This time, Aenarion did not walk down the deck from the stern tower. Instead, he passed through the trapdoor in the center of the ship, hurried down the stairs, and came to the cabin below the deck again, arriving in front of the last batch of slaves who were not controlled and interrogated: there were three cells of top slaves, a total of twenty-four people. One of the slaves was actually the elf who knew his past and called himself "Aurelian".

"Aurelian, what's the matter? Are you pretending to have amnesia again to make fun of us?"

The rude elf girl sneered again.

"I hear the Venetian guns! Reinforcements are coming! Are you regretting choosing the wrong side now? Ha! None of you pagans can escape!"

"Cut the fucking nonsense!"

Aenarion was not anxious, but the werewolf was anxious instead. His two big hands with the hair and claws of a giant wolf and the palms and knuckles of a human tightly grasped the prison railings. His slender wolf kisses, overflowing with foul-smelling saliva, and his animal eyes full of malice stared at the elf girl.

"Captain, here's an order! If you don't tell me what Indrognir is in fifteen minutes, I'll kill you all, starting with this elf, and throw you into the sea to feed the fish! You slaves, none of you will be able to escape!"

"Calm down, bro."

Aenarion patted the werewolf's tall, sturdy shoulders, then slowly took off his Arab headscarf, revealing his beautiful face.

In an instant, not to mention the werewolf, even the elves in the prison widened their eyes in surprise, their breathing quickened, their heartbeats accelerated, and the handsome face that was so beautiful at first sight, in the pupils of the werewolf and the elves, reflected the most beautiful and splendid fantasies in their hearts.

A purple halo flashed in Inarion's eyes, and when the werewolf looked at him infatuatedly, he quietly activated the charm spell. An invisible mental shock directly hit the werewolf's mind, tampering with and distorting her memory and cognition.

This spell can make the target think that they are close friends or relatives, but it has little effect on the battlefield. It is too difficult to make the enemy who is still fighting for life and death think that you are a friend. However, on weekdays, especially when this guy is obsessed with his appearance, the success rate is still very high. Now I am a second-level warlock, and with the blessing of blood inheritance, the spell strength is considered to be a third-level warlock. Therefore, this charm can last for three hours.

Three hours was enough. The five first-ring magics that he knew, two protective magics saved his life, two prophecy magics greatly improved his attack, and the last one, the enchantment magic, was the real killer move.

"Become a wolf."

Aenarion said tentatively, and the werewolf's limbs shortened with a teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other, and he lay on the ground, transforming from a burly werewolf over two meters tall to a 1.7-meter-long prairie wolf.

"sit down."

"Ouch——"

The prairie wolf let out a puzzled cry and tilted its head, but still sat down on the ground obediently.

"Hand out."