Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"Every autumn, the wood elves emerge from the forest to launch an event called the Wild Hunt."

Although Mousse is a dark elf, they are both elves, so of course he knows many of the living habits of wood elves.

"Wild Hunt, what?"

Since it is Windlow's question, and the two of them are now on the same boat, they must tell him everything they know.

The so-called Wild Hunt is actually a special sacrificial ritual activity of the wood elves.

High elves believe in upper gods, dark elves believe in lower gods, and faith can really bring power.

As for the wood elves, they can gain additional strength through the forest.

"Oh I see."

With just one or two pointers, Windlow was able to deduce most of the results.

"Since the forest loses its leaves in the fall and is very vulnerable to winter, the wood elves need to kill all threats to the forest when fall arrives."

Mousse immediately showed a look of surprise.

"As expected of you, Wendlow, that's true."

Because wood elves are different from other elves, they have almost no industrial system and production capacity, and can only rely on the output of nature for supplies.

Completely hunter-gatherer, weapons and armor were all made of wood, so there was no supply in the fall, not even weapons and armor.

The Wild Hunt is an activity of the Wood Elves in the Forest of Athel Loren, and it also allows them to vent their desire for killing and blood.

All elves are like this, looking pure, beautiful and natural, but because of the curse when Aenarion pulled out the sword of Khaine, all elves have become tainted with the evil habit of bloodthirstiness.

The High Elves choose to dilute their thirst for blood through art and universal conscription.

The Wood Elves and Dark Elves fully embrace violence and blood.

In terms of racial character, Dark Elves and Wood Elves are more compatible.

Now that the Wild Hunt of the Wood Elves has been confirmed, now is the safe time.

Midsummer had just passed when they set out from Sol Territory. Windlo and Mousse had been traveling throughout the entire autumn, and now it is early winter.

The Wild Hunt is over, so it's no wonder that the villages along the way look so desolate.

Now they had a whole winter for travel and trade.

Of course he was not in a hurry. Windlow had even leaned on the bench. He had just finished his meal and had to take a rest.

"The Lord's order! The Lord's order!"

The door of the tavern was kicked open, and a heavy-armored footsoldier walked out with an imperial decree in his hand.

There were just a few simple words written on it, which were enough for the Bretonnian peasants who couldn't recognize many words.

"During the last Wild Hunt of the Wood Elves, some children were kidnapped by them, including the son and daughter of the Lord. Anyone who finds and brings them back will be rewarded!"

Then he put away the scroll, twisted his butt, and the shield behind him made a clicking sound as he ran, and headed to the next place where he needed to announce the order.

At this time, more than ten people had stood up in the tavern, all wearing simple chain mail. From the badges on their chests, it could be seen that they were all chivalrous knights wandering nearby.

I didn't expect that I could receive tasks from the lord when I came here. If I can complete them all, wouldn't my knighthood increase rapidly?

Wouldn't it be easy to be awarded the title of knight of the kingdom and obtain your own fiefdom by then?

Time was running out, and almost all the chivalrous knights left the tavern at the same time, quickly mounted their horses, and headed towards the Forest of Athel Loren.

Outside the door, Wendlow and Mousse were already riding on the unicorn's back.

While Mousse controlled the reins to make the unicorn charge to keep up with the knights, Wendlow also threw a silver coin to the waitress beside him.

"Take care of my truckload of goods!"

The two of them certainly did not take risks. Missions like this that allowed them to establish relationships with local nobles were rare, so they naturally had to cherish them.

The unicorn's four legs were almost out of Mars, but when it looked at the other horses around it, it saw that those guys were carrying heavily armored knights on their backs.

He suddenly felt that the weight of the two people on him had been lightened a lot. In order to speed up, Mousse even took off his plate armor, and he and Windlow left the city wearing only light armor.

There were only two hours left before the sun set. If the missing children spent the night in the forest, only their bodies would be found the next day.

All the knights walked quickly into the forest together.

Sure enough, the abducted children were found in the forest. The group of children turned a blind eye and walked aimlessly into the depths of the forest.

"Although wood elves don't like humans, they like human children very much."

Mousse obviously knew what was happening to those poor children.

"The wood elves would use magic to abduct human children and take them into the forest to become eternal slaves."

Having said that, Mustang paused, then a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Some little boys will be surrounded by several female wood elves and slowly exploited until they lose their fertility."

"The little girl is fine. She will be taught magic by the wood elves and then sent back to Bretonnia to become a saint."

In this case, Windlow also quickened his pace.

Although the children were seduced by magic, their muscle strength was no match for the knights, and they had no way to break free from the knights' restraints.

One by one, Bretonnian knights picked him up, tied him up, and put him on the back of a horse.

But no matter how hard they searched, they could not find the lord's children, and under the cover of the forest, the sunlight became dimmer.

"Retreat! It will be dark if we don't retreat now!"

Although it was a pity that this group of chivalrous knights did not find the lord's children, they did rescue some ordinary children and were able to gain a little bit of chivalry.

And if you spend the night in this terrible forest, not to mention chivalry, even your life will be eaten by the forest.

As for Windlow and Mousse, the former had of course noticed the darkness coming and now had to leave the forest.

The latter grabbed Windlow's shoulders and asked him to stay calm.

"It's early winter now, and we haven't seen any guide stones for the wood elves along the way. It's safe here."

Mousse was right. Once the Wild Hunt had gathered, all the Wood Elves in the Forest of Athel Loren would not cross the waystone.

"Guidestone, what is that?"

As Windlow asked the question, Mousse pointed to the stones in front of him that were constantly emitting dim light, one after another, forming a boundary-like existence.

"As long as we don't cross the boundary formed by the guide stones, we will be absolutely safe."

Windlo also reacted and learned from the chivalrous knights that the lord's children had not been found yet.

"Hopefully, those two haven't crossed the Guidestone yet."