Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

I saw that Mousse's long hair was like lavender water plants and was already a mess.

The whole person was lying in the water like a drowned corpse, and it was obvious that he had stopped breathing due to choking.

Windlow hurriedly hugged it tightly, then pulled the rope tied to his body with great force. The unicorn by the lake received the signal and started pulling hard.

Fortunately, this four-legged fellow had extraordinary physical strength and in a short while he pulled the two out of the water and turned around anxiously on the spot.

You can’t just lose your meal ticket like that.

As soon as they got ashore, Windlow put Mousse on his legs and kept patting her back, allowing the water in her stomach and lungs to flow out of her mouth and nose.

Mousse was then laid flat on the ground and required immediate artificial respiration.

But when he thought of artificial respiration, he was stunned for a moment.

It’s not that I feel embarrassed about kissing her. After all, it’s not the only one I’ve kissed.

But Mousse had already vomited all over the place, with vomit all around her mouth, and you could still see the vegetables and meat that she had stewed for lunch.

"It's important to save people!"

After hesitating for just a millisecond, Windlow quickly took a deep breath and immediately kissed Mousse to give her air.

Then he raised his head and continued to press on her chest.

Fortunately, the patient had a flat chest, so I pressed and breathed in again, repeating this cardiopulmonary resuscitation action.

Thanks to Mousse's excellent physique, he retched and vomited all over Windlow, who had no time to dodge.

She slowly opened her eyes, her breathing had recovered, and the pain in her body had eased a lot. She looked up and saw herself lying in Windlow's arms.

And the embarrassment of having just vomited all over him.

"Thank you."

There is no such word as "thank you" among the dark elves. Even Windlo, who has some knowledge of the elven language, doesn't know what the self-made word Mousse just said means.

He just reached out and straightened her wet hair, then ran to the lake.

Oh, I tried to save her with good intentions, but ended up getting vomited all over. It was so disgusting.

Of course, I was just cleaning up the vomit at the lakeside and didn’t dare go deeper into the lake.

After all, Mousse is the Lord of Dread among the dark elves. Even she can drown. Who knows what strange things may be in this lake. It is best not to go deep into it.

It was also by the lake that Windlow, with his talent as a businessman, could see the valuable things within his sight at a glance.

There was a golden object in the lake, perhaps it was something that fell from her when she was fishing for mousse just now.

He picked up the rope, swung it, and after pulling the thing up, he found out that it was a dwarven rune hammer.

I can hold it with one hand, which means it is a dwarf's two-handed warhammer.

"There are anti-elf runes on it, so I can't take it."

Mousse is in excellent physical condition. He is able to stand up again and his complexion has almost recovered.

Following her instructions, Wendlow also saw the dwarven runes on it. There were actually three runes! It must be a valuable treasure!

You should know that there is only one dwarf rune on the rune sword of the Imperial Elector.

In the entire world, only equipment forged by dwarves will have runes, and only rare blue equipment will have dwarven runes.

If three runes appear, this thing is at least purple Jingjue level equipment.

Even among the dwarves, only a few rune masters can spend hundreds of years to create it, and it is very valuable.

In addition, many dwarven technologies have been lost, so it is almost impossible to create dwarven equipment with three runes.

This is good equipment, but it's a pity that one of the runes was forged to restrict elves, so Mousse can't use it.

Wendlow looked back at Mousse, who also had an expression as if he wanted to keep me all to himself.

It turned out that this was the real reason why she drowned. She wanted to take the Rune Hammer for herself, but was hurt by the anti-elf rune on it.

"Three runes are too precious! We can't melt them. We should return them to the dwarves and split the profits 50-50."

Windlow still knows that there are some things that can be done and some things that cannot be done.

It doesn't matter if the dwarf's dowry is melted, it can be remade with some gold, and it's no loss to the entire dwarf clan.

But the warhammer with three runes must not be melted! Because the dwarves may have lost this technology!

All of this was Windlo's idea; Mouske couldn't think that far ahead.

He saved himself and got the Warhammer back, and he also forgave me for keeping the Warhammer for myself, and they even split the profits 50-50.

This behavior even made Mousse feel that he was going too far, but that was the nature of the dark elves; sharing was not their habit.

"Okay, let's split it fifty-fifty."

When he said this, Mousse's tone obviously changed, and his tone and manner were not as condescending as before.

She recognized what she had always doubted.

Losing myself would not be a loss to Windlo, but if I lost Windlo, it would be like the sky falling. I would completely lose the hope of saving money to overthrow the Witch King.

Lowering the head slightly was the dark elf's way of expressing submission, but Windlo obviously didn't see this meaning.

In the traditional thinking of the dark elves, violence is indeed the truth. It's a pity that their truth can only be used against Wendlow, who has always been good to them, or perhaps the one who is treating them well.

The dark elves could not say that word. They had no way to pronounce that word. Perhaps in human language, it was love.

As for others, one's own violence does not even qualify one to confront others.

Can I only hurt people who are good to me?

Mousse spread out his left hand and looked at the lines and calluses on the palm, then slowly clenched his fist and read out his full name: Mousse Norristel.

"Noristel, Noristel, how long has it been since you last trained? Have you been slacking off?"

He muttered to himself very slowly, and then Mousse prepared all his equipment beside the carriage. He no longer lay in the carriage doing nothing like he did at the beginning.

Wearing full armor, he walked in front of the unicorn to train his endurance.

After being with Windlow for so long, I really forgot that I must always maintain my fighting ability. It has been too long since I worried about being backstabbed by others.

"Don't let your guard down and your training down, Norristel. Your goal is not yet complete."

Moving forward, we crossed the last mountain range and finally arrived at the place where the dwarves rose to power, the dwarven capital on the Silver Road: Karazha a Karak.

In addition to the female vampire Kalitadra lying in the coffin, Mousse also had to hide well and must not show up in places where discrimination against elves was most severe.

Windlo was solely responsible for everything that happened next, and Karazha a Karak, a dwarf capital, did not seem peaceful.

Armaments were being reorganized and supplies were being transported. Cart after cart of ammunition and armor were being taken out of the warehouse, and one dwarf soldier after another was completing the assembly and reorganization.

Everything that happened made Windlow, a keen imperial businessman, realize the situation here that war was about to break out.

The dwarves are going to war? But who are they fighting?