Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Stealth is a very profound science. After continuous wilderness survival training, the survivors know how to hide their tracks.

The best hunters in the Empire know how to launch an ambush and cut down the necks of Beastmen before their very eyes.

The goblins among the greenskins also know how to use their small bodies and the green environment around them to hide themselves and ambush their true intentions.

Of course, there are also dark elves who can remain quiet and hidden while holding a two-handed giant sword.

In addition to dwarves, even among the dwarves there are people who can hide.

Mousse had already lowered her body, and her elf flexibility allowed her to walk slowly towards him almost at the height of crawling on the ground with her slender figure.

Soon they slipped into the forest.

Since the forests of Bretonnia belonged to the knights and nobles, and they were their hunting grounds and horse racetracks, the nearby farmers had no right to cut down trees or develop areas around the forests.

This also means that although this place is the edge of the forest, it is no different from the interior of the forest.

The leaves are intertwined, the roots are tangled, and the tree is densely packed with leaves and branches.

Although Mousse is an elf, he should be able to adapt to the forest.

But the dark elves have been independent from the elves for too long, and have lived in the icy and snowy Naggaroth region for nearly several generations.

I had completely forgotten about adapting to the forest, and when I looked up I couldn't see the surroundings clearly.

All I could do was close my eyes and listen slowly, trying to find information about the enemy from the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves.

When she noticed something unusual around her, a longbow had already been set up not far away, and at the same time a voice slowly came from not far away.

A masked figure walked out slowly and looked Mousse up and down.

"Imperial?"

"...yes."

Dark elves have the fastest adaptability and the lowest moral bottom line among the elves.

For the sake of safety, one is naturally willing to disguise himself as a human.

"We don't kill Bretonnian peasants or Imperials. We seek wealth, not lives. Since you are an Imperial, don't do these useless things. I will only give you three chances."

The words were spoken softly, but every word fell into Mousse's ears.

The man who was hiding the traces and speaking was not a particularly powerful individual, not even physically strong, and it was obvious that he had been hungry throughout his childhood.

But the enemy's number of people was too large. There were no less than twenty men lying in ambush in the surrounding forest alone.

The dark elves simply could not understand why there were so many humans, especially the peasants of Bretonnia. The lord only needed to howl and he could pull out 220 peasants with broken weapons to come and help.

Mousse could only raise his hands to indicate that he would not touch the weapon, and slowly walked out of the forest.

"Because of your reckless action this time, the Imperials must pay us 10 copper coins as protection fee. Now get out, slowly, Imperials."

Although there are not many beastmen in the forests of Bretonnia, there are basically a group of green forest heroes called the Hidden Men.

The knights of Bretonnia would also regularly clear the forests, and while ambushes and lurking were certainly powerful, in most cases a lurker would be no match for a knight who was ready for battle.

Therefore, when facing an encirclement and suppression, in addition to hiding deep in the forest, another way is to sneak into the empire and come back after the storm has passed.

As long as there is no crisis, there is no need to kidnap imperial merchants and affect relations with the empire.

Seeing that Mousse came out of the forest safely but dejectedly, Windlow breathed a sigh of relief.

This proved that there was still a possibility of negotiation with the bandits in the forest, and he certainly couldn't just leave all the goods in his carriage here as protection money.

"They want 1 silver coin as protection fee."

Mousse spoke lightly and concealed the fact that she had been discovered. If she had not been discovered and killed all the hiding men, she would not have to spend this silver coin at all.

At this moment, she felt like a prisoner for whom a ransom had been paid. Pain, hatred, relief, and all kinds of emotions arose spontaneously.

"I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay. One silver coin is nothing. I'll pay even one gold coin."

As he spoke, Wendlow jumped off the carriage and sat down on the ground.

It was a little painful, but fortunately nothing was wrong with the fall. A plan began to form in his mind.

He slowly took out a gold coin and placed it in his hand, then raised his hand to show that he had no weapon.

Now he was very clear that his every move was under surveillance, and he could feel that the man hiding in the forest had no intention of killing anyone.

It's just about making money, of course I can give you money.

And since they are bandits who can communicate, there is naturally no need to have a head-on conflict.

Although we cannot use the policy of appeasement to fight against bandits, we must concentrate a wave of armed forces to completely eradicate the evil forces in this area.

But looking at the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse hiding behind the rocks, even the four kingdom knights can't deal with this group of hiding men, so there is no need for him to come out to maintain order.

Pay money, buy the way, and leave. This is the mindset that a businessman should have.

Moreover, he had to go there in person and speak nicely to the hiding men in order to keep some goods and continue doing business.

Holding the gold coins, Windlow walked into the forest cautiously, and as expected, he saw the leader of this group of hiding men.

He was sitting next to a broken piece of wood and invited Windlow to sit opposite him.

"My dear heroes, I didn't know that you occupied this place. This is my responsibility. So please don't ask for too much for the toll. I'm just an imperial merchant. There are only two of us and a carriage. I can't afford much."

According to all prison and tribunal studies, businessmen have the highest survival rate after kidnapping, which certainly makes sense.

The smooth-talking Wendlow immediately gained the trust of the boss.

That's right, they are just looking for money, and attacking the Bretonnian knights is just a side task.

Moreover, this imperial merchant does not seem to be very wealthy. He only has a white horse, which is not very strong. It is obvious that he has not made much money.

In Bretonnia, people judged each other's wealth by their horses.

The richest people all ride vultures or hippogryphs, followed by Pegasus, elven horses, ordinary horses, inferior horses, donkeys, and finally the peasants who are not qualified to ride horses.

The unicorn that helped Wendlow pull the carriage was completely white and was not considered a good horse in the eyes of the Bretonnian farmers.

He immediately concluded that the imperial businessman in front of him didn't have much money and was just an ordinary person.

"As a bribe, I should charge you at least 10 silver coins."