Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"I saw!"

Although the dark elves have left the forest for many generations, they still retain some forest adaptations.

With sharp eyes, you can immediately see the target you need to pay attention to.

With the emblem of the Principality of Quellis on their clothes and well-maintained clothing, the man and woman must be the lord's children.

Wendlow immediately ran in that direction, but was grabbed by the collar by Mousse and pushed to the ground.

He stretched out his other hand and pointed to an inconspicuous corner at the root of the tree, where a stone was slowly emitting a light green light.

"It's too late. They have already entered the range of the guide stone."

Windlo still didn't give up. The two people who were bewitched by the wood elves were walking gold. If they were brought back, they could definitely be exchanged for a large sum of money from the lord.

But no matter how many times he threw the rope, the distance was never enough.

"It's too late, too late, I'm more anxious than you, there's only one step left."

Mousse obviously had a great fear of the guide stone.

Although the Guidestone is a sacred object among the elves, dark elves rarely touch it.

This magic stone is either used by the high elves to absorb the magic winds from all over the world and send them into a big vortex to rush out of this world.

Or they will be used by the wood elves to protect their forests and detect any reckless people who dare to approach the forest.

Mousse knew very well how harmful this seemingly harmless thing could be.

Anyone who dared to take a step beyond the guide stone would be hit between the eyebrows by an arrow shot from somewhere in the forest and killed instantly.

"Let's go, Wendlow. We are too late. Just like you said, the duck in our mouths has flown away."

Windlow squatted on the ground and regretted, not because he failed to save the two children, but because such an opportunity to make money slipped away right under his nose.

"Ah, let's go, Mousse, what a shame."

Having said this, Wendlow still looked at the location of the guide stone with reluctance. At this moment, a figure actually entered his field of vision.

"Moose! Someone's here!"

Pointing his hand, Mousse immediately discovered that there was a figure outside the guide stone.

At the same time, he smelled the air carefully and confirmed the identity of that guy.

"She is an elf, a wood elf."

For the Dark Elves, their greatest enemy is not humans, nor greenskins, nor Chaos.

Other species are not particularly threatening to the elves at all.

The only thing that can threaten the elves is the elves themselves. In the same ecological niche, the lion's enemy is not the antelope, but the tiger.

The dark elves are hostile to all other elves, including of course the wood elves lying on the ground.

The golden badge sword was slowly pulled out from Mousse's waist, and then a cold light flashed in the forest. He slowly walked over while paying attention to his surroundings, as this was most likely an ambush.

When he got closer, he found that the person lying on the ground was indeed a female wood elf. She was weak, had no weapons and did not pose a threat. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, but Mousse did not relax his vigilance at all.

She slowly raised the sword with the golden emblem and held the hilt with both hands. She only needed to stab it once and then rotate the sword to kill the wood elf.

"and many more!"

Just as the sword was about to pierce the female wood elf's body, Windlo grabbed Mousse's wrist.

"No rush, no rush."

Then he crouched down. This was the first time that the people of the empire had observed the wood elves in the Athel Loren Forest up close.

Similar to the High Elves and Dark Elves, the Wood Elves are also a branch of the Elves. There is no reproductive isolation or structural difference between the three tribes of elves.

This allowed the imperial merchant to spot the problem with the wood elf at a glance.

"There is vomit residue in the corners of the mouth, the heart beats fast, and the muscles in the body twitch. This is a condition of electrolyte imbalance."

This is where Windlow’s brilliance lies. When he finds something that has lost its ability to move in an unknown environment, he will immediately investigate the cause.

Avoid yourself from encountering the same situation in subsequent actions.

"Electrolytes, imbalance? What are electrolytes? Or what do they mean? A business term you made up?"

Wendlow also forgot why he said such a strange word as electrolyte, but he still knew how to deal with the situation.

He immediately took out a banana from his pants and stuffed it into the wood elf's mouth.

This scene made Mousse very confused. Although she didn't know what electrolytes were, nor did she know what the relationship was between eating bananas, Wendlow directly pushed the banana into the wood elf's throat.

"Hey, how can an unconscious person chew your banana?"

So that's how it was. Windlow also pulled out the banana, with the tip still stuck with the wood elf's saliva.

Take out the water bag you carry with you and slowly rub a pinch of salt into it. Light salt water is the best thing to replenish electrolytes.

A hand lifted the wood elf up, then poured salt water into her mouth and inserted the banana again.

But he was no longer as reckless as the first time. Instead, he pinched her chin and asked her to chew slowly. Finally, after smoothing her throat, she could swallow it easily.

After the whole banana was eaten, Windlo took out a water bag of milk and fed it to the wood elf.

When milk flowed out from the corner of her mouth, it meant that she had drunk almost enough this time. After patting her back and gently punching her a few times, the wood elf coughed and actually showed signs of waking up.

Mousse didn't dare to put down his weapon at all, as a big battle might follow.

"Before she wakes up, tell me why we saved her?"

Unlike empiricism, Windlow believes more in pragmatism.

"It's getting dark now, and another elf has fallen. There might be some danger in this forest. We need clues about the person involved."

"Secondly, judging from the direction the wood elf was running and the plants that were blown up along the way, she ran out from the guide stone. Maybe she can get some clues about what's inside."

"Finally, I believe that elves are able to communicate. If we help her, she may not be willing to help us go to the forest to bring back the lord's children and make a fortune."

What Wendlow said was indeed correct. Killing this wood elf would at most satisfy his bloodlust, but saving her would actually bring him more benefits.

It's the same principle as dark elves like to capture prisoners and make them slaves.

"Okay, but don't be too careless with the wood elf. She's also an elf, violent and bloodthirsty, just like me."

“You’re very friendly.”

"kindness?"

Mousse's brain crashed after hearing what Wendlow said. Could there be something wrong with the brain of this imperial businessman? Could it be the so-called Delmo syndrome?

After thinking about this question later, Mousse once again picked up his golden emblem sword and looked at the female wood elf.

"Attention! She's awake!"