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The Viking longship is a fast, sturdy, durable and versatile military transportation vehicle. It is narrow and sharp in appearance, like a deadly blade. The longship is propelled by sails or oars and can cross the vast ocean. Because of its shallow draft, it can also sail in inland rivers and can be towed ashore. Each ship can accommodate one hundred people and the corresponding food and supplies. There are eight Viking longships here, with a capacity of eight hundred people.

However, the bows of these longboats are not traditional wooden dragons, but bloody decorations made from countless skulls and human heads.

Aenarion stretched out his wings and landed on the top of the mast, changed back into human form, took out a large bag of silver coins from the dimensional belt and began to throw them onto the deck. The Viking longship only had a single deck, without a lower cabin or an upper deck. A group of Vikings slept directly on the deck in the open air. When it rained, they could at most set up a tent on the deck. One by one, the silver coins either hit the deck, clinking, or hit the faces of these pirates directly, causing complaints and roars.

However, when they found the silver coins hitting their faces, their eyes widened and they roared with joy. The entire ship of Vikings was awakened by their voices, and then, with the help of the light of torches, they found that the silver coins were scattered all over the ship.

"Silver coins! Pure silver! Silver coins are raining from the sky!"

"Mine! Mine! All mine!"

"Let go! I saw it first!"

Hundreds of silver coins quickly caused a commotion among the pirates. The huge noise immediately attracted the attention of the captain. A burly Viking over three meters tall yelled at all the pirates on the ship to shut up, and knocked down several troublemakers with his bare hands, barely suppressing the turmoil. However, at this moment, Aenarion threw silver coins all over the sky again, and while scattering the coins, he landed on the deck with Llane. The silver coins all over the ground made the pirates look at the two greedily.

"In front of you is Aenarion Angelos, the war marshal of the Eastern Roman Empire, the despot of Athens, and the governor of Thessaly. Who is your boss? I want to talk to him about a great fortune."

Aenarion held the Spear of Dionysus to prove his identity, and the 4β flag of the Eastern Roman Empire fluttered in the night sea breeze.

Chapter 240: Warhammer Giant

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. The warlord of the Eastern Roman Empire? The Despot of Athens? What title was that? It seemed that the newcomer was very famous?

A group of strong men over three meters tall surrounded Aenarion, who was two meters tall, and Lion, who was one meter tall, and wondered where these fat sheep were from.

"Oh, yes, I remember now! Athens! He's from the Aegean Sea, the owner of the Laurion Silver Mine! He's got a lot of money!"

A pirate exclaimed.

"Oh, why didn't you say so earlier? You are the owner of the Laurion Silver Mine. Why do you have so many titles?"

The pirates suddenly realized that they cared more about money than a bunch of official titles.

A few pirates looked at Aenarion and Llane, and after thinking that the two were not easy to deal with, they immediately got off the longship and took a small boat to a nearby longship. After a while, the second longship approached with a serious look.

A traditional and old-fashioned Viking girl appeared before Aenarion.

She wore a simple and loose black dress to cover up her graceful and sexy figure, slender fingers, and long neck without any fancy decorations. Her long, beautiful black hair was tied into a neat bun on her dignified and serious face, and tied with a black hair tie. There was no other color on her body except black, and her beautiful face was not made up, giving people a very serious and dull image.

Her eyes were as cold and murderous as a blizzard in Northern Europe. Just by looking into their eyes, one could feel the bone-chilling cold.

"Hello, I am the admiral of the Giant Pirates: Deba, the dignified Queen of Athens. I have come across the Aegean Sea and the Black Sea to find me. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Deba looked at Aenarion coldly, with a hint of suspicion and vigilance in her cold eyes.

"Hello, respected pirate admiral, I am here to negotiate with you."

Aenarion said politely.

"How long will the Poles employ you? How much silver coins will it cost? I am willing to pay you double the silver coins during this period. After the contract ends, I will employ you long-term as a regular Roman army at the price of one silver coin per day, at the level of a professional."

Aenarion thought, he has

Since we have already rebuilt the Eastern Roman Armored Cavalry, we might as well use these Vikings and Russians to rebuild the Varangian Guard.

The pirates looked at Aenarion with strange eyes. No one spoke, and no one moved. Aenarion thought for a moment and added another sentence.

"I will give you fields, houses, money, and endless opportunities to fight. What is there to fight in the Black Sea? The fleets of those merchants in Genoa? The slave army of the Golden Horde? Or the slave-catching teams of the Muslims? How could the Lord Khorne bless you if you fight against those weak guys?

Come with me to Greece! I will lead you to fight the regular army of the Ottoman Empire! I will fight the most powerful empire in the entire Mediterranean world! I will lead you to fight directly with the notorious Janissaries! I will give you the most massive war! The bloodiest fight! The most top-notch skulls! Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!!!"

After hearing Aenarion's words, the pirates seemed to be convinced, and they were all eager to try. Hey, this employer is quite interesting. He gives them money and land, and also promises to give them the most grand war?

"If what you said is true, then I can accept your employment, Roman Warmaster. Your notoriety has spread to the northern shore of the Black Sea. You defeated the First Legion of the Dark Angels and seized the Thessaly Basin from the Ottoman Empire. You are indeed capable of fulfilling your promise."

Deba said with a serious face.

"But, these are all rumors. If you want to hire us, you must at least prove your strength to us. The Queen of Poland is very strong. She beat me in a one-on-one duel, so I am willing to accept her employment. Then, can you defeat me?"

Aenarion cast an [Identify Spell] to observe Deba's attributes. She was a level 9 psychic, a psyker like himself, but only one level higher. He could have killed the level 12 Janissary leader long ago. This person posed no threat to him at all.

If the Polish intelligence was true, she could just turn into a giant and use her terrifying strength advantage to cause herself some trouble.

"please."

Aenarion politely invited the other party to make the first move. Debah was not polite either. Her eyes instantly burst out with silver psychic thunder. A huge amount of silver star matter actually escaped from her brain and formed a steel hammer over 40 meters long on top of her head, smashing down directly on Aenarion's head!

Psionic power can be roughly divided into six types. Aenarion chose psionic defense and psionic mind control, while the other party specialized in psionic creation.

In the bright purple firelight, a skeleton giant with only the upper body rose up from Aenarion, raised his bony arms, and blocked the huge hammer that was smashing down from the sky, but Debah still had a backup plan. A trace of psychic energy instantly transformed into wood, steel, and ropes, and woven into a giant crossbow with a fine bowstring behind her. An invisible psychic hand pulled the crossbow string, and a huge steel arrow as slender as a spear shot towards Aenarion with a scream!

Aenarion glared fiercely, and the flying giant spear suddenly flashed with a purple halo. It was captured by [Telekinesis Throwing], performed a 180-degree turn in the air, and suddenly shot towards its master, but disintegrated in mid-air because of Debah's will, and differentiated into star matter all over the sky. Aenarion accelerated his attack, and the skeleton giant stretched out its third and fourth arms, instantly crossing a distance of dozens of meters and touching Debah's body.

One hand grabbed her slender ankle and pulled her to the ground, and then two hands squeezed her soft body like a vise.

[Fourth-ring Psychic Power: Telekinetic Strategy]: Consumes 7 points of psychic power and uses psychic power to perform a series of complex operations on the target, such as tripping, grappling, breaking through, and disarming.

Deba struggled for a few times, but found that she could not break free from the grip of the psychic hands, so she used the blessing of Khorne and entered a violent state! Her body also grew wildly. In the eyes of everyone in awe, she turned into a terrifying giant of 15 meters, and directly shattered the psychic hands! Her vehicle did not look ordinary. With her body size, she could actually stand on the Viking longship, which was incredible.

As Deba moved her mind, the psychic threads turned into extremely strong steel, weaving a suitable armor for her huge giant body, eliminating the disadvantage of her target being too large. Then she picked up the originally forged hammer, which was forty meters long, and smashed it towards Aenarion again!

"boom!!!"

Aenarion controlled the skeleton giant and once again blocked this powerful blow. The psychic bones were broken into pieces and shattered by her two hammers! The power was really extraordinary.

"Look! This is the admiral's giant form! Possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth! Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull to the cranium!!!"

The pirates cheered.

And Aenarion, relying on his own speed and agility, got behind Debah and spewed out the corrosive acid mist of the green dragon from his lips, which instantly melted through her psychic armor. The Spear of Dionysus suddenly pierced into it, and with the Spear of Dionysus's ability to break through illusions, he directly knocked her back from a giant to human form!

Debah's eyes widened in disbelief. She had never expected that her giant form would be torn apart by that tiny spear. Before she could react, the tip of Aenarion's spear had already brushed her face and was nailed firmly onto the deck of the ship.

Chapter 241: The Snow Queen

"No! Even [Dispel Magic] can't break it.

My giant form, what kind of conspiracy did you use to instantly cancel my giant transformation? ! "

Deba's serious and old-fashioned face showed an aggrieved look, and the Viking pirates next to her were also very surprised that their boss was defeated so quickly.

"Okay, let's do it again."

Aenarion drew out the Spear of Dionysus, and the Viking girl once again transformed into a 15-meter-tall giant, her towering body covered with psychic crystals soaring into the sky. This time, she transformed her psychic energy into metal, turning her left foot into a huge battering ram, and kicked Aenarion hard. The strong wind brought by her giant foot caused the tranquil Black Sea to surge with waves!!!

Aenarion opened his eyes slightly. Psions were not as strong-willed as priests, nor did they have the terrifying magic resistance of paladins. There was not much difference in level, and Aenarion's domination easily crushed her will, causing her mind to fall into a quagmire of intoxication and ecstasy. A pink chain easily tied around her neck, forcing the giant wielding the warhammer to retract his feet, and once again stop being a giant, kneeling in front of him.

Deba was trembling all over. For the first time in her life, she felt fear. The feeling of having self-awareness, being able to see and hear, but being unable to speak was horrifying. She felt as if she had become a puppet in the hands of others, and every inch of her flesh and blood was out of her control!

"This time, you were the one who released the giant form yourself, doesn't that count?"

Aenarion lifted the Domination spell and asked gently.

"I……"

Deba looked at the man in front of her with fear, as if she was looking at a terrifying demon, and she didn't even have the slightest desire to resist.

"As long as you are willing to fulfill your previous promise, the Giant Pirates are willing to serve you."

Aenarion was very satisfied. This pirate group had eight Viking longships and eight hundred Viking pirates, including Debah. Three of them could revert to giant form like Valkia. The elite level of this group was between the Janissaries and ordinary militias, generally 1 to 3 professional levels, and the average monthly salary was dinars. The two parties immediately signed a ten-year employment contract, and the pirate group got a long-term meal ticket. Aenarion also almost privatized this pirate group.

After quietly instigating the Polish navy to rebel, Aenarion immediately entered the city surrounded by a large army. The city was too far away from his base camp, so he had to abandon it. However, all the people inside had to be evacuated.

If you save the land but lose the people, both the people and the land will be lost. If you save the people but lose the land, both the people and the land will be saved.

"Owner?!"

Valkia was very surprised when she saw Aenarion. She never expected that her master would come from afar and bring people to rescue her in person. She was so moved that her eyes were filled with tears.

"What are you crazy about? I just ignored you for a month, but you caused such a big fuss in the north? You killed your own father and then offended all the neighbors?

Didn't you see how I handled diplomacy in the Aegean? Venice, Genoa, Epirus, Albania, the Knights Hospitaller, all my neighbors stood on the same front with me to resist the Ottomans. Even if I had to plunder, I would catch a target and beat him hard, uniting all the enemies of my enemies to beat him until he was killed, and then switch to the next target. "

Aenarion ruffled her long scarlet hair in annoyance. Valkia stood there like a child who had made a mistake, accepting her master's education with grievance.

"Okay, hurry up and bring your people with me. I have disarmed the port. Give up Ochakov City. When we return to the Aegean Sea, I will give you a new base, a new goal, and endless fighting and killing."

"Oh fine."

Valkia turned her head and then smiled again. Aenarion was willing to take great risks and come to save her in person, which meant that she held a very high position in his heart.

Valkia gathered up the remnants, placed all the treasures looted from the days of robbery on the ship, and prepared to flee with the members of the Black Wolf Clan. There were a total of 1 people and 3 Viking longships, of whom were chosen ones blessed with brass plate armor by Khorne, and the rest were also excellent warriors, generally at levels to . As for the other Slavic people and civilians, Valkia didn't care - only her father, the soft persimmon, would care about the civilians.

The giants, the black wolves, the two Viking warbands, and the sixteen longships became friends under the mediation of Aenarion, merged together, and under the command of Aenarion, tried to slip away directly under the cover of night.

At this moment, a snowflake quietly fell on the back of Aenarion's hand. The moment it was melted by his body temperature, it bloomed into an exquisitely crafted frost flower, and the biting cold instantly spread throughout Aenarion's body!

The next moment, the biting cold wind cut Aenarion's skin like a blunt knife. The temperature in the air dropped rapidly and quickly fell below the freezing point, turning the air he breathed into warm white mist. The dark and cold clouds almost blocked the light of the stars and the moon in an instant.

Then, something even more terrifying happened: heavy snow fell on the Black Sea in October. Every snowflake that fell on the sea, the hull, and even on people would bloom into a bright and gorgeous bouquet of frost. The entire sea surface was so cold that it was invisible to the naked eye.

At a visible speed, a thick layer of ice formed, freezing the ships on the sea surface!

"Karina! She's the Polish Ice Queen!"

The Vikings screamed in fear. Both the giants and the Black Wolf Gang had unforgettable memories of the queen.

Aenarion looked to the north along the people's line of sight. The Snow Queen Kalina was riding on the back of a giant white bear as big as a mammoth. She was wearing a dark blue robe, as pure and deep as the sea. Her long silver hair was as flowing and soft as icy silk. The crown condensed from ice flickered with a mysterious glow under the firelight. Her fair and tender skin was as pale as snow, revealing a cold breath, as if her whole graceful and soft body was made of ice and snow.

Her eyes were deep and cold, like two crystals frozen from ice, revealing a noble and indifferent temperament. Her beautiful lips were as red as blood, but there was not a trace of warmth in her smile, but more like a cruel mockery. In her hand she held a scepter of ice inlaid with gems, symbolizing her rule and power. She looked not like a living thing, but more like an exquisite ice sculpture made of ice.

"Do you really think I didn't notice anything about this place? It suddenly turned into a giant twice in the middle of the night, and one of my generals committed suicide for love for no apparent reason?"

Karina stared coldly at the ship in the distance. Her voice was not loud, but the icy voice could be clearly heard by everyone. Aenarion used an identification spell on her, but encountered the same situation as Lion: this ring of magic could not penetrate her defense at all.

"Ryan!"

Aenarion immediately realized that this was a powerful man at the level of a legion commander. Without hesitation, he used the art of domination to command the Lord of the First Legion to fight. A dark dragon instantly appeared under Lion's crotch in the rolling and boiling shadows. The dominated Seraph Queen and her mount dissolved into the shadows.

The next second, the shadow dragon appeared directly behind Karina and bit the Polish queen. Karina was not in a hurry. She used the frost shield to block her body and touched the shadow dragon's body with her backhand. Countless frost fell and spread to the dragon's body like vines. In just half a second, his entire head was sealed in ice, and bunches of ice flowers continued to spread, and the dragon was about to be frozen!

"Not bad, little queen of Poland, but you are still weaker than your father."

Ryan looked at the extremely familiar ice bloodline and sneered disdainfully. Isn't it just the blood of the frost warlocks of the Polish royal family? He had seen it in the Battle of Varna seven years ago. It was nothing special.

Although his body mechanically executed Aenarion's orders, due to his evil taste, he could control the changes in his facial muscles and speak freely.

Karina was stunned for a moment, looking at the shadow on the back of the shadow dragon in disbelief. She began to doubt her life. Did she get up too fast at night and actually saw an illusion? The Lord of the First Legion? What was the Ottoman Empire doing here? No, this must be a trick!

Ryan leaped up from the dragon's back, and the giant sword burst out with holy and magnificent golden flames. The holy fire turned into flaming trees that covered the sky and rushed straight into the sky. The flying stars illuminated the entire night like day. The heavy snow all over the mountains and plains quickly melted and dissipated in the light of the golden flames. The terrifying divine energy spread in all directions!!!

Holy beheading!

Ryan swung the sword without hesitation. Allah's holy fire burned through the Ice Queen's frost shield with overwhelming force. The horrific shock wave sent her and the mammoth-sized bear flying like a kite with a broken string! Both the man and the bear vomited blood, leaving two long blood lines in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh? It's pretty hard, it's worth a chop."

Ryan was eager to try and make another attack, but at this moment, the Polish escort also rushed over. Some Slavs with wings on their ribs, wearing breastplate armor and holding steel lances, rode on maroon horses and galloped over. They were like red lightning, jumping and dancing in the darkness. And because of the queen's serious injury, the entire ice surface gradually lost the effect of the spell and collapsed. The frozen sea surface thawed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"return."

Aenarion ordered Lion to retreat. The Polish queen was on the Christian side after all. When it came to fighting the Ottoman Empire, everyone was a friend and there was no need to go to extremes. Poland was too far away from them now and it would take several days to get there by boat. There was no need to spend extra energy on it.

Ryan snorted coldly and looked at the Polish queen with disdain, but his body had to obey Aenarion's command and used Allah's holy fire to thaw the shadow dragon. Then, together with the dragon, he melted into pools of black mud and disappeared into the shadows. He returned to the ship, and the group retreated back to the Aegean Sea in front of the Polish army.

Chapter 242: God's Seal of Slaanesh

Aenarion was quite satisfied with this attack. Not only did he rescue 800 Khorne raiders from the Black Wolves, he also hired 800 Viking pirates from the Giants. When he first formed the army, he also used Viking half-giants. There were still more than a hundred dead so far, and they could be withdrawn. The three parties together formed a special army of more than 2,000 people.

In his conception, the two thousand Viking troops should first be skilled in driving Viking longships and be able to travel freely between

They will not get seasick due to the bumps in rivers and oceans, and they can fight on the ground anytime and anywhere, becoming a special naval marine corps. They can jump on board and fight on the ship, and they can also charge into the battle line on the ground.

Then there is the issue of equipment. Except for those damn chosen ones of Khorne, who were wearing brass plate armor with incredibly high protection and at the same time extremely light, everyone else was equipped with leather armor. After all, they were navy, and it would be fun to fall into the water while wearing heavy armor.

However, a large number of chain mail should also be stored on the ship. If they go ashore to fight, these sailors can simply put on the chain mail and charge forward. Although the protective power is a bit low, it is flexible and close-fitting. If all else fails, two sets of chain mail will do.

As for weapons, Aenarion referred to the historical Russian shooting army and equipped these people with special crescent-shaped axes and heavy muskets. After all, these Vikings are good at using axe weapons, which are also very powerful.

As for long-range weapons, Aenarion ordered the dwarf blacksmiths to build a heavy matchlock gun that suits the body shape of these half-giants who were between two and a half and three meters tall. That thing was two meters long, and the barrel caliber reached an astonishing 28MM, which was simply a small cannon.

This thing was so heavy that they had to stick the giant axe into the ground and place the gun barrel on the crescent-shaped axe blade to keep it stable when shooting. If the enemy rushed over, they could put the musket on their backs and pull out the giant axe to chop the enemy. They were truly amphibious and could attack from both near and far.

Aenarion estimated that there would not be any major wars in the winter of 1451. The next six months would be enough for him to train these men. Aenarion also gave their organization a very traditional name.

Varyag Guards.

Well, now I have 20 phalanx soldiers, 3 Varangians, 4 orc cavalry, more than colored Sali elf heavy cavalry, and the chariot artillery has been replenished with -pound cannons. Each gun requires gunners and a driver. In addition to the Dark Angels, my second legion has already been established.

Aenarion nervously calculated the number of troops at hand. The 17 huge Ottoman legions were like a sword of Damocles across his heart, making him dare not slack off. He led the way and trained with all the soldiers.

The phalanx soldiers practiced spear formation and musket shooting, the Varyag practiced waterway switching and musket shooting, and the heavy cavalry sequence composed of orcs and elves also practiced charges again and again on the vast plains of Thessaly under the stern scolding of several Dark Angel instructors. Both the navy and the army artillery were constantly practicing shooting accuracy. Although the gunpowder could not be recovered, fortunately the shells could be recovered, so the consumption of ordnance was not very large.

The military factories deployed in Athens also continuously produce weapons, armor, and equipment.

By December 1451, Aenarion's navy had expanded again. The fifth and sixth caravels had just been launched from the Spanish shipyard when they were bought by Roman envoys. Spain thought they were supporting the holy war of their Christian brothers and bought them. The two giant ships were named after the two provinces currently controlled by Aenarion, Attica and Thessaly. The craftsmen of the Dwarves and Dark Angels began to install some obsolete cannons on them, as their own cannon production capacity was still insufficient.

As for the Viking longships of the Varyag Guard, each ship was equipped with a 120-pound cannon on both sides of the hull that could rotate 1 degrees and shoot some special small chain bullets to destroy the ship's masts. Anyway, they were a river army and they were only facing some small boats. They had no chance to fight against behemoths like galleys and caravels. This group of Vikings seemed to be born sailors. Others would vomit and get seasick when they got on the ship without a period of training, but these Vikings could walk on the bumpy sea as if it were flat ground.