Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

As his eyes opened, the wood elf immediately noticed a long sword across his neck.

Looking at the appearance of the man holding the sword, he is an elf like himself, and his eyes are so cold. He must be the dark elf clan located in the far north.

As for why there were dark elves here and why she hadn't killed herself yet, the wood elf didn't care. Or rather, in her mind, nothing mattered anymore.

Seeing this situation, Mousse was the most surprised one.

In her understanding, wood elves are extremely violent beings and will not submit to being killed, like lambs to be slaughtered.

He slowly retracted the sword, looked at the wood elf who had lost his fighting spirit, and shook his head.

"That's weird, you shouldn't have that expression."

At the same time, he began to be alert to his surroundings, perhaps the nearby environment was not safe.

In the legends of the elves, when Chaos first invaded, the ancient tree spirits and forest spirits joined forces with the elves to repel Chaos under the leadership of the first Phoenix King Aenarion.

Later, for some unknown reason, some forest spirits began to hate the elves, and on some special occasions they would tempt the elves to become eternal gardeners in the forest.

Maybe this is the situation now.

There was nothing wrong with Windlow's initial approach. In the outside world where one is unaware of the situation, the most important thing is to know the intelligence.

"Wendalo, quickly find out what happened here. I'll guard the surroundings."

The two have a clear division of labor and have been working together for several years, so they naturally have a tacit understanding.

At this time, the wood elf also knew that the two people in front of him had saved him, and his mind was still recalling everything that had happened.

"Tell me what happened to you. I will always listen."

Now that he had someone to talk to like Wendlow, the wood elf felt relieved and told him everything he had experienced.

Her name is Leslie, and she is a ranger in the Forest of Athel Loren, responsible for the situation outside the forest.

This winter, after inspecting her area, she returned to the Oak of Ages ahead of schedule and discovered the most incredible thing.

Orion, leader of all the Wood-Elves in Athel Loren, was not a god, nor was he immortal.

Every autumn, the high-ranking wood elves would announce that Orion would go into hibernation, and the forest would lose the protection of its legendary lord.

In order to protect their forests from being invaded by enemies during the fragile winter, the wood elves will launch an event called the Wild Hunt to kill all creatures outside the forest.

But in Leslie's eyes, she saw the truth about Orion.

This legendary lord does not hibernate in the winter, but instead burns himself to ashes.

And his soul will possess the body of an elf prince who "voluntarily" dedicates himself, and he will be reborn in the spring of the following year.

It has been like this for thousands of years, as if this legendary lord would never die.

After discovering this secret, Leslie ran out of the Athel Loren Forest in one go.

As he had been running all the time, he gradually lost his strength and finally fell outside the guide stone.

This was all that happened before she met Windlow and Mousse. Her mentality had completely collapsed. She could not believe that the Lord Orian whom she worshipped had gained eternal life in this way.

"Ha, it's a bit strange, but it doesn't seem like a story, so it should be true. I didn't expect the wood elves to come up with these things."

Mousse briefly expressed his opinion and then shrugged his shoulders. At least from his feeling, he knew that the wood elf had lost its fighting ability.

Of course, there is also good news. There is no danger around this forest. Now all we need to do is leave and return to our business journey.

A false alarm.

Just as Windlo put down the wood elf named Leslie and was about to leave some food and water, the wood elf actually hugged Windlo with his backhand.

Mousse was shocked on the spot. If that guy took out a dagger at the moment when he let down his guard, then Windlo would really become his weak hostage.

But before Mousse could say anything, Leslie burst into tears.

"Please, take me away, take me out of the forest. I dare not go back to the Athel Loren Forest!"

The hand holding Wendlow was getting tighter and tighter, leaving the latter with no way to break free.

"If Orion gained immortality by taking over the body of a male wood elf, then Queen Ariel must have gained immortality by taking over the body of a female wood elf."

"By then, the memories of each generation of containers will be intertwined and inseparable, which will be more painful than death."

When Wendlow heard this, he looked at Mousse in confusion. Although the latter was also an elf, she knew nothing about the traditions and stories of the wood elves.

He shrugged, indicating that he knew nothing.

"Okay, it's okay, you go back to the forest, we'll leave and say goodbye."

But Wendlow found that he could not break free from Leslie's restraints and embrace. Mousse also discovered this situation at this time, but she could not act rashly.

He gave him a look, implying that the current situation could only be handled by Windlow alone.

"Release slowly, slowly. The situation is not that serious. How could there be a situation where a physical body is possessed? It is not scientific."

"No, it's all true! I saw it with my own eyes. Please take me out of the forest. I have not participated in the Wild Hunt, killed any Bretonnians, or any dark elves."

"I am an Imperial merchant from the Empire of Sigmar, north of the Grey Mountains."

"No matter where you are from, I have never left the forest in my life. I will definitely die if I go outside the forest. I don't want to die. I want to live."

The elves have sensory and emotional abilities far beyond those of humans. If her heart-wrenching behavior were to happen to a human, an ordinary person would probably be scared to death.

"I can explore the forest. I can identify all the plants and herbs. I can help you travel through other forests. I only ask you to take me with you and leave this forest."

As she spoke, Leslie held Windlow's hands tighter and tighter, until he began to lose his breath.

The elves are so strange. They don’t look like they have much muscles, but their muscles are very strong.

The breasts look big, but in fact they do not buffer the pressure, as if they were also muscles.

"Okay, okay, we'll take you with us, you let go first."

For safety reasons, and also because of his businessman nature, Windlow could only take things one step at a time, agree to her request first, and then make long-term plans.

Although Leslie slowly loosened her hand, she still didn't dare to leave Windlow and Mousse, and stayed quietly beside them.

"I don't like wood elves."

Mousse whispered softly into Wendlow's ear, making sure to keep her voice low enough.

"Once we leave the forest, we'll kill her. Or you can try something else, like raping her and then killing her."