Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

In the dictionary of the Dark Elves, there is indeed such a truth as hard work leads to wealth.

But the biggest difference between them and humans is that this diligence refers to the diligence in plundering others.

It would be a waste if we don't take advantage of this good opportunity to rob other gangs!

With Mousse's excellent night vision, the two had already approached the Rick River and could clearly see what the group of people were doing.

"I can't see it. I really can't see it."

Humans' eyesight is far inferior to that of elves, so Windlow is still completely in the dark.

Okay, okay, as a former Lord of Terror, Mousse certainly knows the basic principle that knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle.

If any robbery is to be carried out later, two people must cooperate with each other. It is really difficult to do things with Windlow who knows nothing about the situation.

"Eight people, who look very much like smugglers from the human world. They have no weapons and wear cloth armor. They are transporting boxes of things to the ship, but they are moving slowly because the things in the boxes are afraid of water."

"I see."

Although Windlow doesn't have any night vision ability, it doesn't affect the rapid functioning of his brain.

Those boxes of things that are afraid of water must be the cargo this time. We can use the fact that the cargo is afraid of water to make a big news.

"Moose, can you sink that small boat? Then those smugglers will have to put all the goods on the shore and find other ways to move them. Then we will have an opportunity to take advantage of them."

"How clever!"

Mousse couldn't help but praise Windlow's intelligence. It was true. If they went straight over, the group of smugglers would most likely get on the ship and run away.

If you don't get anything by then, it will be a wasted trip.

However, sinking the boat is not an easy task. One needs to go into the water and penetrate into it to sink it.

Thinking of this, Mousse took off his outer clothes, put his legs into the river wearing only basic underwear to adapt to the temperature.

"I'll go over and sink the boat, and then you plan an escape route. You carry one box and I carry one box. Don't be greedy."

The Lord of Fear's thinking was so clear. Windlow folded Mousse's clothes and put them into his backpack, then nodded quickly.

With a splash, Mousse entered the water without any sound. He slowly lurked in the river and swam towards the smugglers' boat.

Naturally, Windlow was not idle either. He used nearby wood and other things to make a cart.

Although his physical fitness is not very good, his intelligence level is still very good.

With this cart, I can definitely run away with an extra box of contraband.

At the same time, Mousse swam to the side of the boat, slightly raised his nose out of the water, took a deep breath, and then took out his dagger.

It suddenly stabbed towards the bottom of the boat.

The power of this Lord of Terror was amazing! He attacked underwater, and even used a dagger to attack the boat, and actually poked a small hole in the bottom of the boat.

Then he kept exerting force over and over again, which actually caused an irreparable crack in the bottom of the boat, and the river water was constantly pouring into the boat.

"It's taking on water! The boat is broken!"

The smugglers on the boat shouted quietly, letting everyone around know what was happening.

"Damn it! Didn't we check everything when we came out? Forget it! Let's get all the cargo off the ship first, and then we can find a solution."

Windlow's plan worked.

The cargo protected by the smugglers once again came to the surface. At the same time, the boat slowly sank to the bottom of the Rick River.

In an empty corner, Mousse slowly poked his head out of the river, then quickly climbed up the riverbank, his body dripping with water.

"Here, towel."

Once again, Windlow's clever brain made up for his lack of physical strength.

He held the towel prepared in advance in his hand, but Mousse did not move at all, but raised his chin high.

The Dark Elves were a race that, when working together, would never put in more labor than anyone else.

Her meaning was very clear. Everything that happened next was Wendlow's responsibility.

Fortunately, Wendlow had a high EQ and of course knew what Mousse meant. He immediately picked up the towel and started wiping Mousse's body from the beginning.

First, wipe the hair that is disguised as light yellow, then the ears, neck, and then slowly move down.

After Mousse's entire body was dried with a towel, the dark elf slowly put on her armor and equipment, and took the dagger that Windlow had already sharpened for her.

"Let's move. There are eight people on the opposite side, seven of them are minions, and one of them has the ability of an Imperial Greatswordsman."

"Is it dangerous?"

Windlow was still relatively cautious. After all, the Imperial Greatswordsmen were the most elite infantry of the Human Empire and also the most advanced organized infantry of the Empire.

Guys of this greatswords strength can easily kill anyone who stands in their way.

The Greatswords guard the castles of the Elector Counts and serve as the lord's honor guard on important occasions.

These no-nonsense warriors are armed with massive two-handed swords that combine armor-piercing attacks with area damage.

The greatswordsman is also equipped with excellent plate armor forged by the dwarves, which can both resist and fight.

When a soldier joins the revered ranks of greatswordsmen, he swears an oath not to retreat a single step when facing the enemy.

The smuggler who is capable of greatswordsmanship is not an easy opponent to deal with. Even Windlow is backing off.

But Mousse just looked at his nails and then patted Wendlow on the shoulder.

"You are just a guy at the level of a greatswordsman. I will show you my true level. No problem. It is best not to kill people in human cities. I know that."

The two men moved forward and suddenly attacked when the eight smugglers were still dealing with the boxes.

Mousse charged forward quickly, then raised his foot and kicked the smuggler standing by the river into the center of the Rick River. If he had used a little more strength, he might have been able to kick this guy to the other side of the river.

Then, with the help of the elf's flexible waist, he quickly stood up and punched the other smuggler in the face, causing a huge splash of water with a loud bang.

Unlike Mousse who was fully in combat mode, when Windlo walked over with the light, he saw a very terrifying scene.

There were several bodies of soldiers from the imperial provinces lying on the ground. They had just been killed and their eyes were open, and blood was still flowing.

How dare these people kill the imperial provincial army? What does this mean? Aren't smugglers usually not murderous? They will try their best to avoid all casualties, and make money in peace.

However, the corpses of these imperial provincial soldiers completely broke down Windlow's defense. The guys in front of him were not smugglers, but something more terrifying.

If we let them go, we might be retaliated by these guys.

"Moose! Don't leave anyone alive!"

"Oh my, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Mousse laughed helplessly, then took out two table knives he had taken from the hotel and with two whooshes, the two smugglers who were still swimming in the river were killed one after another. Their bodies lay on the river and floated farther and farther away.

As for the other six smugglers, they certainly noticed that they were being attacked.

The remaining six people all picked up their weapons and showed no intention of running away or retreating. This once again confirmed Windlow's thoughts that they were not ordinary smugglers, but most likely that one!