Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

At the beginning, Windlow still planned to travel around Kislev and try to expand his business to the city of Prager.

If you want to see the main battlefield where Order and Chaos fought more than two hundred years ago, spend a little money to visit Magnus Gardens.

Now I just want to leave Kislev. After all, there is really nothing to see here, and it is very dangerous.

To the north, it borders directly with the Chaos Wastes and Norsca, and even has to face the terrifying trolls of the Troll Realm.

In addition, local urbanization is very serious. Various cities account for 85% of the country's population, while the vast rural areas account for only 15% of the population.

This meant that Windlow was unable to earn any money by buying low and selling high here.

After all, there are too few rural areas that produce raw materials, and most of the resources are concentrated in cities, so there is no need for businessmen like him to complete the second distribution.

Now there is only one way left for Windlow, and that is to return to the empire.

All you have to do is go south, pass through the port of Beck and enter the territory of Ostermark, and you will be back in the empire.

But when he thought of the port of Ostermark, Windlow felt a bit of a headache.

As the poorest and most turbulent province in the entire empire, Ostermark is not a place that ordinary merchants can go to.

Different cities collect various business taxes, and it is very likely that a business may be done without making a penny and even lose money in taxes.

Go west through Ostland and return to the Empire?

Osterland and Ostermarkland are both paupers. They can't make money and even lose money.

At this moment, Windlow's carriage had already left the city of Kislev, and there was no obstruction to the view on the vast plain.

A gust of wind blew away the dark clouds ahead and the fog in the air, revealing a group of mountains ahead.

"World's Edge Mountains!"

Mousse had only heard of the story of this mountain range in stories and legends.

This is a mountain range that spans the entire world, starting from the far north and reaching the southernmost part of the world.

The endless mountains gave birth to a race called dwarves.

Unlike the high elves, Mousse, as a dark elf, has no hatred towards the dwarves.

After all, it was the Dark Elves who instigated discord between the High Elves and the Dwarves, leading to a world war that was enough to destroy both races.

But dwarves don’t care about dark elves or high elves. As long as they are elves, they are destined to be hated by dwarves.

Time only erased the superficial hatred, and the dwarves' attitude towards the elves changed from hatred at the beginning to disgust.

It was not a good thing to have an elf set foot on dwarven land.

"Why don't we return to the Empire from Ostland?"

"No, we'll go to the World's Edge Mountains and do business with the dwarves. They're so rich."

Wendlow originally wanted to change his path considering Mousse's identity as an elf, but was rejected by this elf who was very short of money.

"Let's go into the mountains and make money from the dwarves."

So the carriage did not change direction, but went straight towards the mountains at the edge of the world.

The map was spread out again, and here Windlow had to curse the cartographer who sold the map to him.

When it was promoted, it was said that this map covered everything, but when you get to the World's Edge Mountains, it's almost completely dark.

After all, to the humans of the Empire, the World's Edge Mountains are like a maze, and the dwarves don't really like to invite humans to visit their homes.

Even in the entire northern mountains on the edge of the world, there are only two dwarf cities marked on the map.

One is called Karak Redeye Mountain, and the other is called Karak Kadrin.

According to the drawing on the map, it seems that Red Eye Mountain is the capital of the local dwarf kingdom. There must be good business to be done in that place.

The unicorn continued to work non-stop. After all, after exchanging all the food for other goods, its burden was greatly reduced.

With the continuous footsteps of the four hooves, and with Windlow and Mousse pushing hard from behind, the carriage successfully entered the most rugged mountains.

When they climbed over a hill, they discovered why humans, a race with such strong expansion capabilities, had never colonized the mountains on the edge of the world.

The mountain roads were too rugged, and there were many places where horse-drawn carriages could not pass easily, so they had to take detours or push the carts.

If they were on the plains, the two of them could walk a hundred kilometers in a day, but in the mountains at the edge of the world, they could only walk fifteen kilometers a day.

"How strange."

Mousse was the first one to notice something was wrong. He pushed the cart while venting his dissatisfaction.

"Those short piles are very rigorous. Why is this place, which should obviously be paved with roads and bridges, still muddy?"

That's true. In Windlo's memory, dwarves particularly like to build all kinds of neat roads and plans.

Not only can it be used by themselves, but it also allows human caravans coming into the mountains to trade to finish their business quickly and leave earlier.

The map was correct, and based on the north-south direction, the two of them had not gone wrong.

This place is very close to Karak Redeye Mountain. Theoretically, there should be various roads built by dwarves here.

Are the dwarves here lazy?

But if you look up, you can already see the towering Red Eye Mountain. It only takes one last day to reach that place.

Then just march with all your strength. As long as you reach the dwarf land, you can get additional information in the inn.

Mousse thought so too. The elves were not adapted to the mountain climate, and the long trek had already made her very tired.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound suddenly coming from the bushes beside the road, followed by a rain of arrows pouring down.

Windlow, Mousse, and Unicorns.

The one who reacted the fastest among the three of them was Unicorn!

This guy knew very well how to break free from the shackles on his body. He shook his head to get rid of the ropes, and then lay down under the carriage to avoid the arrows.

Mousse reacted a little slowly, but still lifted the leather beside him and swung it out, spinning it in the air to absorb several arrows.

Then he raised the sword with his left hand to cut the arrow, and at the same time, he picked up Windlow with his right hand and threw him under the carriage.

He moved away from the area where the arrows were coming from and hid completely behind the carriage.

Mousse also turned over and retreated, leaning against the carriage, listening to the movements in the forest on the other side of the road.

"Hey! Guys! Cease-fire! Cease-fire! Not greenskins, not greenskins!"

The voices of dwarves were heard from the forest and the grass.

"By the whiskers of Granny, we ambushed a pair of human traders!"