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Aenarion stretched out his right hand, and the prairie wolf also stretched out its front paw and placed it in his palm. The black pads felt quite comfortable. With his other hand, he stroked the prairie wolf's head. The wolf seemed very happy, squinting its eyes and enjoying the touch. This funny scene also surprised the elves.

How could that ferocious werewolf suddenly turn into such a docile and obedient puppy?

"See, I never betrayed! I never changed my beliefs! If what you said is true, then after I was hit on the head by the flail, I lost all my previous memories. Now I only remember some languages ​​and words. I don't even know that my name is Aurelian! As soon as I woke up, the female pirate took me back to the room as a slave for fun.

However, just like I used charm to control the werewolf, I also used charm to control the female pirate. I disguised myself as her slave and sneaked on the ship, but in fact, I am the real master!"

Suddenly, Aenarion remembered something and handed over the wand of identification.

"If you don't believe me, look, when I cast the Detect and Identify spells on myself, the name that comes up is Aenarion."

The female elf took the wand hesitantly, injected a little magic power into it, and found that his name had really changed, and he had also changed from a commoner to a second-level warlock? I haven't heard that there is warlock blood in their family?

This kind of first-level spell naturally cannot reveal the real name of a dragon or a demon. The name that is seen is nothing more than a code name for the creature. But this code name is theoretically impossible to change, unless he uses some magic or magic item to conceal or modify the name, or he really forgets his real name and everything in the past and chooses a new code name for himself.

Damn, he really lost his memory?!

While the elf was puzzled, Aenarion cast a detection spell on all eight people in the prison and found that seven of them were non-professional civilians, and the elf who was yelling was a third-level Duskblade.

[Erin] (High Elf)

Level 3 (Duskblade Level 3)

Health 20, Mana 8

Fist hit +6, physical damage 4~6

Defense 1 (+1 Agility)

Strength 18, Agility 10, Constitution 12

Intelligence 14, Wisdom 10, Charisma 10

Like the Paladin, the Duskblade is a profession that practices both magic and martial arts, but the Duskblade's magic is more

The emphasis is on attack, combat, and elemental damage, rather than the Paladin's support and treatment.

The sixteen slaves in the other two cells were all civilians, and none of them was named Indrognir.

"You heard the cannon fire too! Each of the pirate ships fled in different directions, but the Venetian fleet only chased ours!

Because of Indrognir, our ship is being hunted down by the Venetian fleet - don't feel lucky! These vicious pirates have been cornered by the Venetians! If the pirates haven't found this thing in fifteen minutes, all the slaves who boarded the ship yesterday will be killed and thrown into the sea to feed the fish! I finally gained fifteen minutes to save everyone. Does anyone know what Indrognir is? ! You are not being interrogated! You are trying to save yourselves!"

Aenarion had just negotiated with Mariana on behalf of the greater pirate community, and now he was trying to persuade an entire ship of prisoners on behalf of all the slaves and captives.

"It's useless to delay. This ship is far away from the Venetian fleet. It's impossible for them to catch up in just fifteen minutes. We will all be killed by pirates before we are rescued."

Aenarion looked around the prison cells with sincere eyes, and finally locked his eyes on the Duskblade named Irene. She was the only professional among so many people, and the probability of the clue being with her was the highest.

Thinking of this, he quickly moved closer and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I was captured by the Slaanesh pirates and made a slave, but I successfully used magic to control the vice-captain, so I stayed with her on weekdays, and tried to leave this pirate den and gain freedom. You said before that you thought I was dead and were mourning for me? Were we friends before? As long as we get through this crisis, I can find a way to take you away with me. Everything I said is true! Are you willing to believe me?"

Irene hesitated. Did she really blame him wrongly? He was hit on the head by a flail. Although he lost his memory, he awakened and became a warlock. Did he stay on the ship with the help of charm magic?

Yes, if he hadn't lost his memory, it would be impossible for him not to know Indrognir.

If he really rebelled, these pirates wouldn't have to go to so much trouble to find Indragnir here. He could just betray us all.

"Your Highness, it seems that Aurelian has truly lost his memory. He has even forgotten your name, yet he keeps asking questions here - and he has a point. If we don't turn off the magic beacon and let these pirates rest assured, everyone will die, including you."

Aenarion turned his gaze to the elf that Irene was looking at, and cast a detection spell. The girl's name was very ordinary, and she was not a professional, so she was not Indrognir at all.

Although her delicate face was not as stunning as Artemisia's, it was very pleasing to the eye. She had long, smooth, beautiful hair that gradually changed from beautiful light blue to gorgeous purple-red. Her youthful and tender face revealed a maturity and stability that was not commensurate with her age. Her beautiful eyes were as gorgeous as purple gems.

The petite body was wearing a sleeveless Greek dress, revealing two slender arms bound by iron chains. The iron-gray chains formed a strong contrast with the snow-white skin.

A soft purple ribbon was tied around her swan-like slender neck, crossing over her delicate collarbone and snow-white chest, gently lifting up her budding breasts, making her arms-length breasts look tall and attractive.

And that loose white robe, because of the purple belt, fits tightly on the snow-white mountains, outlining two tender arcs. A pair of jade feet stick out from the end of the skirt, and the white ankles are also bound by cold iron chains.

Although she became a prisoner and was shackled, it still could not conceal the girl's noble temperament of a superior.

What was even more strange was that everyone present was amazed by her extremely beautiful appearance, except her, who was still sitting in the prison as calm as ever, like an elegant orchid blooming in the darkness.

"Have you indeed forgotten your duty, Lucius Domitius Aurelian?"

The elf girl said with some sadness. She waved her hand and temporarily suppressed the protective spell that hid her information. In an instant, the purple characters on her body all shattered. In Aenarion's pupils, lines of purple characters hidden and covered by magic were reflected.

[Indrognir] (High Elf)

Level 2 (2nd level warlock)

Health 10, Mana 6

Fist hit +0, physical damage 0~2

Defense 4 (Agility +4)

Strength 8, Agility 18, Constitution 14

Intelligence 10, Wisdom 8, Charisma 18

[Blood Inheritance: Born in the Purple Chamber]: Gain the spellcasting ability of a warlock one level earlier, spellcasting level +1, you can freely transform into a real dragon and gain all the abilities of a dragon, but the level of the transformed dragon cannot be greater than level 7. (3 warlock spellcasting levels + 4 charisma adjustment value).

Chapter 18: The Magic Swordsman of Hoth

Born in the Purple Chamber? Isn't this term used to refer to the royal family of the Eastern Roman Empire?

Aenarion was stunned for a moment, and in the fragments of memory that were shattered like snowflakes in his mind, he found a vague record. It was said that the Eastern Roman Empire was now

The royal family - the Palaiologos family are all sorcerers. The special blood inheritance that belongs only to their family is that they can transform into real dragons at will. The weak can only become baby dragons, while the powerful royal members can transform into young dragons or even adult dragons.

Suddenly the way Aenarion looked at her changed.

"The one in front of you is the daughter of the former Eastern Roman Emperor Manuel II and the youngest sister of the current Emperor Constantine XI, Thunderborn, Indragnir Palaeologus."

Irene respectfully read out the full title of the person she served.

“Three days ago, the Eternal Doge Dandolo of Venice was willing to form an alliance with the Empire to jointly resist the invasion of the Ottoman Empire. However, he required the Empire to marry him a princess with the blood of a real dragon. That’s why His Highness Indrognir went to sea in secret.

You are an envoy, I am a maid, and Zir is a guard. The three of us have known each other since childhood. We are traveling together, carrying our dowry, serving His Highness to avoid the Ottoman Empire's omnipresent eyes and ears, and secretly boarding a merchant ship to Venice. As a result, we were robbed by Slaanesh pirates on the way. In order to protect His Highness, you were hit on the head with a flail by a pirate. Zir and the Slaanesh God-Lord Lust Demon died together, and the demon resurrected in just a few seconds. His Highness and I were also captured by the pirates and were prepared to be sold as high-priced commodities. "

Maid Irene's tone softened as she began to explain the whole story.

"Yes, we have something that can continuously send beacons to guide the rescue team in Venice to come and save us."

"That thing must be destroyed, otherwise, all of us will die! I have now controlled the deputy captain with the charm magic after the awakening of the warlock. Without the beacon and the Venetians, I can still rescue you. I swear."

Aenarion held out his hand cordially.

"But this is our last means of survival. Once we hand it over, the Venetian navy will never be able to find us again, and we will be slaughtered by the Slaanesh pirates."

Indrognir stood up gracefully from the wooden bench in the prison. The elven princess looked underage, only about 1.6 meters tall, not even as tall as Aenarion's chest. She stood in front of Irene, the chains that bound her hands and feet rattled with her movements, her purple eyes, as beautiful as gems, flashed with extreme distrust.

"So, Aurelian, no, Mr. Aenarion, please understand our concerns. You have lost your memory. Why should I believe that you are still loyal to me and the Empire now?"

"I can ask you the same question, Your Highness Indrognir."

Aenarion answered calmly.

"I don't remember everything that happened before. Why should I believe that what you said is true? Am I the loyal imperial envoy in your story? The princess's entourage? But please remember, the only thing that can be confirmed now is that we are all grasshoppers on the same rope. If the beacon cannot be turned off or destroyed, all of us will die."

Indrognir did not speak, and the two sides fell into a silent stalemate. Aenarion frantically thought of new means of negotiation. Suddenly, he realized that now seemed to be a very good time.

Now, the six ships of the Slayers' warband were separated, and only their own ship was being chased by the Venetians. Artemisia and the elves were on their side. According to her, she and the elves under her command were evenly matched with the Bulgarian beastmen.

If I incite this second-level warlock and the third-level curtain blades to stand on my side, cooperate with Artemisia's elves, and attack the beastmen led by Mariana, can I defeat the two female leopards with the advantage of extra numbers? And any casualties in this battle can be pushed onto the Venetians! Anyway, there is no evidence!

As long as I take Mariana as my magical pet during this period of time, then the entire Pride of Caesar will be under my secret control, and I can go wherever I want. Even if I return to the Slayer Gang, I can take Mariana's money to redeem myself and the two people in front of me.

"Well, let me tell you a secret. The pirates on this ship are composed of two factions. The captain is a Bulgarian beastman, and she has seven or eight brave Bulgarians under her command. The vice-captain is a Greek elf, and she has thirty or forty elven pirates under her command. Although their quality is not as good as these Bulgarians who can transform into beasts, they are more numerous. The two factions are hostile to each other, and their strength is almost the same.

Now, the entire Slaanesh fleet is scattered. If we can avoid the Venetian pursuit this time, with only this one ship in the vast ocean, it will be the best time for us to take action to gain freedom! I can lead all the elven pirates through the deputy captain, defeat those Bulgarians, seize the captain's position, and gain freedom!"

"Give me the beacon. Once we are free from the Venetians, I will lead you in the rebellion. We will defeat the pirates once again and regain our freedom."

Aenarion stroked the werewolf's head, which was filled with astonishment after hearing his rebellious speech.

"Night Raid, Group 6; Jiu Si Jiu ③ 'Liu Yi' 'San ⑤ Change back to human form and tell me where are these slave handcuffs and the keys to the prison?"

"The key to the prison is kept by Captain Mariana herself."

The werewolf obediently changed back into human form, but still sat on the ground. Although I felt something was wrong, we were good friends. How could Aenarion betray me?

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"What about the warehouse? I remember that the one who was keeping the warehouse was an elf."

Aenarion thought back to the time he bought his musket.

"The warehouse is naturally controlled by Vice Captain Artemisia. The two of them are in charge of the two types of spoils of Caesar's Pride respectively."

Aenarion nodded, then asked Aelin and Indragnir.

"My goal is the same as yours. We both want to escape from this pirate ship. However, you two must cooperate with me and the elven pirates on the ship to defeat these Bulgarians! What weapons and armor do you need? I will get them from the warehouse for you now. You hide them in the cell. As for the key, it's on the most difficult captain. I'll think of a way."

"No key is needed. Just find my Greatsword of Hoeth and my Armor of Hoeth and return them to me. Those two items are embroidered with purple silk and are magical items. They should be very conspicuous. I am not only a maid, but also a magic swordsman from the White Tower of Hoeth, or Duskblade in the Common Language. This iron fence can't hold me back! What holds us back is a whole ship of cruel and vicious pirates."

At this moment, Irene has begun to trust this amnesiac companion.

"If what you said is true, and you can use the second-in-command you have charmed and controlled to start a rebellion, seize control of the boat, and gain freedom, I am willing to help you."

Indrognir was still a little hesitant at this moment. Although her young face tried hard to maintain a steady appearance, her trembling body and swaying pupils showed that she was already confused. If she didn't hand over the beacon, she would definitely die. But if she handed it over, she might be able to escape from the clutches of the devil, but she might also lose hope completely and be sold to the Ottomans by these pirates, or to the Muslims in North Africa as a lifelong sex slave...

However, if I die, then my brother's mission to win over the Venetians will fail! I will fail the expectations of the empire and my brother!

"Okay, as long as you bring Irene's armor and giant sword, I will give you the coordinates. I don't need weapons. I can transform into a young dragon and fight with fangs and claws."

Indrognir was silent for a while. Her brother's expectant gaze and the responsibility that her father talked about day and night forced her to place a heavy bet on this gamble.

Aenarion nodded in agreement and walked across the corridor to the warehouse, which was still being defended by the elf.

"Hey? Who are you? What do you want?"

Seeing someone heading straight for the warehouse, the elven pirate nervously drew out his scimitar and blocked Aenarion's steps.

"Don't you recognize me? I came here with the deputy captain during the day! She asked me to get a set of armor, a giant sword, and to arm a puppet she controlled!"

"Ah? The deputy captain asked you to come and get them? This is not in accordance with the procedure! Do you have her written instructions or orders? Or the money to buy these two things?"

The elf warehouse manager was stunned for a moment.

"The Venetians are coming! The whole ship is about to be destroyed, and you are telling me whether this is in compliance with the procedure or not?! There are so many weapons in the warehouse, but you are staying here to polish them up and send them to the enemy instead of using them to arm your brothers and sisters?!"

Aenarion was using the power of the second captain to intimidate the elf in front of him. At this moment, the Venetians launched a new round of artillery fire. Several shells even flew past the side, causing the ship to shake violently.

"Okay... okay, a set of armor and a giant sword, right? I'll record them, and you can go in and take them yourself. Don't take too much! The quantity of all the items is recorded!"

The elf warehouse keeper thought carefully. Judging from the deputy captain's attitude during the day, this guy might be her lover, or even her forbidden lover. There was no need to offend him. The battle situation was urgent now, and it was reasonable that the deputy captain had no time to deal with formalities or money. She could just get a replacement after the battle. It was just a giant sword and a set of armor anyway.

Seeing that the negotiation was successful, Aenarion strode to the warehouse and soon found the armor embroidered with purple satin and the giant sword. Both items exuded a strong magical aura, which made him unable to help but take out the identification wand to check them. The fonts of the two equipment were not green, but blue, which was more magical.

[Höss Greatsword]: Magical damage 2~13

(Enhancement +1): Additional +1 hit point, +1 damage.

(Arcane Surge): Spell damage +5.

[Hoth's Armor]: Defense +7. This heavy armor has no spell failure rate for Duskblade.

"As expected of a maid of the princess, the equipment of a level 3 professional is more luxurious than that of a level 4 leopard girl. It's a pity that it's all warrior equipment with a magician's bonus, and it looks very expensive, otherwise it would have been bought by the werewolves long ago."

Aenarion muttered something, picked up the equipment and returned to the prison, handing it to Aelin through the gap in the prison bars.

And Indrognir kept his promise. The little girl bent down and tore off the hem of her white skirt in public, revealing a pair of delicate white legs. Then she handed the piece of cloth to Aenarion with extreme solemnity.

"I have revoked the hidden magic above. Now I can use the identification spell to see the magic beacon above. Please don't let me down. For the sake of the empire."

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Chapter 19: Air Storm

Aenarion picked up the cloth. After the concealment spell was lifted, the magical fluctuations on the cloth were quite amazing. He cast an identification spell and found that this small piece of silk

The cloth roll actually had two spells on it.

[Magic Permanence]: A fifth-ring arcane spell that consumes 9 mana points and permanently fixes a magic on an item.

[Mystical Mark]: A zero-ring trick that consumes 0 mana points and leaves your mark on an item.

"All magic will leave an arcane vibration frequency in the air. This frequency is very special. The same magic cast by the same wizard at different times and places will have different frequencies. Just like there are no two identical leaves in the world, there will never be two identical arcane frequencies in the world."

Indrognir explained. Although her young face pretended to be mature and steady, her beautiful purple eyes were trembling wildly, revealing her inner anxiety and fear.

"Therefore, as long as you use the five-ring arcane spell: Magic Permanence, you can give any stone or piece of cloth a constant zero-ring trick. This thing will always emit a unique arcane frequency. Next, as long as you can remember this frequency and keep tracking it, as long as you destroy this piece of cloth, the Venetians will never find us."

"Be at ease, little princess, for the sake of the empire."