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Mousse was naturally happy to get the money.

The most important thing is that due to their bloodline and personality, the dark elves can never suppress their inner desire for killing.

Finally, I have a chance to fight on the front line, and I will definitely not miss it easily.

All elves are crazy. They have the most powerful sensory abilities and will do everything possible to satisfy their sensory needs.

"Orea, Oria, Oria!"

The deepest elven language came out of Mousse's mouth, and then he charged into the greenskin formation alone.

Spinning and wielding the sword, in a short while the entire greenskin phalanx was killed by Mousse alone.

Even the greenskins who were most eager to fight were terrified by this situation, and the few greenskins who survived just wanted to escape from this terrible place immediately.

As for the goblins, they had already run away.

Behind Mousse, the dwarves also walked slowly towards them, their heavy shields and armor looking more like a city wall.

Crossbows and helicopters are reaping the lives of the remaining greenskins. All that needs to be done next is to rush to Granni Stone Hall and rescue the besieged dwarf compatriots.

"This is the money you want."

High King Thorgrim has come over, this time without anyone accompanying him.

Unlike the other dwarf warriors who were already toasting to celebrate, the Dwarf High King clearly had a longer-term vision than the others.

He picked up a bag of gold coins and handed it to Mousse.

"Leave here! Elves are not welcome in the dwarven land, and never have been."

As the High King of the Dwarves, Thorgrim had certainly learned a lot about the hatred of the elves in the Book of Hatred.

Thousands of years ago, the elves inflicted terrible damage on the dwarves, which marked the beginning of the dwarves' loss of their golden age and their repeated attacks by greenskins and ratmen.

But considering that Mousse had helped in the previous battle, he also promised to reward her after she killed the greenskin.

Dwarves keep their word, even to potential enemies.

Mousse picked up the purse helplessly, wondering where he had exposed his identity as an elf.

Never mind. She also knew the character of the dwarves. Once something was decided, there was absolutely no chance of changing it.

He could only pack up and leave, and return to Windlow.

"We were fired, and this is the severance pay, fifty-fifty."

In front of Windlo, Mousse obviously lied, because the money was her own commission for killing the enemy, and she did not need to split it equally with Windlo.

"Your elf identity must have been discovered, because there has never been a human woman with fighting skills like you."

As expected of Windlow, even at the very edge of the battlefield, he could still infer what was happening on the battlefield.

"You, you won't blame me, right? After all, doing business with dwarves can make a lot of money. I made you lose a lot of money."

Mustang paused, very surprised why he said such words, and then coughed lightly.

"What I mean is that if you make less money, it's equivalent to me making less money."

"What else can we do? Let's continue our business. This time we have to go west."

Dwarves are a rather stubborn race, and it is of no use trying to say nice things to them.

After delivering the supplies and receiving his salary, Windlow drove the carriage and headed west with Mousse and the unicorn, and of course, a coffin containing a vampire.

All the way south, the location of the dwarf capital happens to be an important transportation hub, connecting to other dwarf kingdoms in the World's Edge Mountains both north and south.

Going east means setting foot on the dark land and seeking the trade route to Zhendan.

Although Wendlow also wanted to go to Aurora to do business.

After all, according to Marco Columbus' description, Zhendan was a country full of gold and jade, with unimaginable wealth.

It is said that Cathay to the north faces a more formidable Chaos invasion than the Empire and Naggaroth, but Cathay has powerful walls to protect it.

Having not had a large-scale war for thousands of years, Zhendan has accumulated quite terrifying wealth. Some things from the Old World can be sold at sky-high prices simply by transporting them to Zhendan.

The price of Bretonnian horses and imperial plate armor would increase tenfold once they were shipped to Zhendan.

Likewise, expensive Aurora silk and porcelain in the empire could be bought in Aurora at only one-tenth of the price.

Standing at the highest point of the Silver Road Mountain, Windlow took a last look at the world in the east.

I will definitely become the greatest businessman one day, open up a road from the empire to Zhendan, and make huge wealth.

As for now, the Dark Land and the Mountains of Sorrow are too dangerous, and we currently do not have the ability to successfully reach Zhendan.

They could only turn and look to the west. Now that they had been rejected by the dwarves, they could only return to the empire to do business.

They rode at full speed all the way, trying to leave the border prince's territory as soon as possible.

After all, there is constant war in such a place, either humans fighting each other, or humans fighting greenskins. Of course, it is also very common for greenskins to fight each other.

They almost never stopped. In less than half a month, Windlow and Mousse went east along the Gray Mountains and finally saw the imperial buildings at a pass.

In the narrow pass, an imperial-style fortress is under construction.

The metal magicians who graduated from the Imperial Mage University were completing their work by the city wall.

These magicians who are good at transforming matter are casting magic to make the stones lighter and softer, making it easier for workers to carry the stones to higher places.

There was also a very familiar presence in the crowd, a guy whose entire body was covered in a thin layer of gold and wearing a golden mask.

The current dean of the Imperial Mage University, the supreme mentor of metal magic, and the current Elector Count of Sol Territory, Gelt.

"Who is he, the arrogant guy with the golden mask on his face?"

Mousse whispered softly that she seemed to have seen such a human wizard a long time ago, but the difference between humans was too small, and as an elf she couldn't tell the difference.

At this moment, Windlow and Gelt had already noticed each other's presence.

"Ah, the merchant who could easily see through my magical disguise, Wendlow."

"Ah, that metal magician who used fake gold to cheat me out of my money, Gelt."

It must be said that among all the groups, the merchants and magicians have excellent memories. Even after such a long time, they can even recognize each other.

I even remember the unpleasantness that the other party caused me.

But now they have to greet each other with a smile, after all, both sides need the other to do them a big favor.