Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

157 A long, long time ago, when the ancient saints came to this world, they discovered the existence of native humans.

According to the observations of the ancient saints, humans are a species that is very susceptible to corruption. Not only do they have no resistance to chaos corruption, but they are also unable to control their own desires.

So out of despair, species such as Lizardmen, Elves, and Dwarves that were resistant to Chaos were created.

Facts have proved that the ancient saints were not wrong in their prediction. Today, tens of thousands of years later, a human named Windlow could no longer suppress his desire.

The desire for wealth and the pursuit of profit seem to have become the representatives of money in the world.

Compared to dark elves like Mousse who spend money lavishly and enjoy life, although Windlo earns a lot, he doesn't like to spend money.

He is a capitalist, not a human being, but capital personified.

His soul has been completely controlled by capital, and even the Four Gods of Chaos cannot corrupt it in the slightest.

Capital has only one instinct, which is to multiply itself, to continuously compound interest, to constantly obtain surplus value, and to suck as much surplus labor as possible with its own unchanging means of production.

Although Windlow would choose to cooperate with Mousse and Leslie to run a business, disguising himself as the most harmless businessman and entrepreneur in the empire.

It is simply that he assigns the rest of the work that needs exploitation to other managers and supervisors, letting them perform the tasks necessary to ensure the remaining production.

Until this time, Windlow, who was infected with the plague, finally got rid of his identity as a capitalist and looked at himself again as an ordinary person.

"How long has the infection lasted, and how is it treated?"

At this time, he no longer cares so much about wealth and appreciation, but cares more about his own life safety, and property safety can be put second.

"You must cure me no matter how much it costs."

"I tried."

Leslie raised her hand. Although she was not a qualified life magician, as a wood elf, she could still use some life magic.

Among them, of course, is the power to cure plague.

But as she raised her hand and released a burst of light green magic light, the magical energy immediately dissipated the moment it touched Windlow's body.

"The magic will be absorbed by something, so there is no way to heal you."

"Where are the herbs? The herbs you fed me at the beginning!"

"Those only have preventive effects, not cures."

After hearing these words, Windlow, who had received the most authoritative answer, suddenly stopped talking and sat on the ground motionless.

I just came here to make some dirty money, why would I risk my life here?

It just so happened that Mousse had just come back from selling things at this time. This time, she also experienced a business process that was not based on robbery but was better than robbery.

In front of the dark elves, Leslie, the wood elf, explained Windlow's current situation very clearly.

"Plague infection, incubation period of 4 days, mortality rate is 60% if not treated, and 30% if treated"

There is no such thing as a percentage. In Windlow's collapsed mind, there is only one perception: if he encounters it, it is 100%, and if he doesn't encounter it, it is 0%.

I have encountered this situation myself, and I have been making money without conscience since the beginning of the Empire's Rick Territory. Now, isn't retaliation coming?

There wasn't much to say, so he reached for his pocket.

He grabbed a handful of gold coins without counting how many there were, and just put them on the ground beside him.

"Moose, Leslie, divide the money. There is still a lot left."

Windlow had already lost hope. He touched handfuls of money, just like a dying hamster, and kept spitting out the precious food in his mouth one by one.

"He has the plague, and magic has no effect on him. I can't cure him."

There is a tacit understanding between the elves. Just one sentence was enough for Mousse to understand what happened.

According to common sense, the dark elf should laugh, after all, from now on, no one will share money with her.

And as far as she knew, Windlow had saved up a lot of gold coins along the way. Wouldn't this explosion greatly shorten the time it takes him to return to Naggaroth and make a comeback?

However, Mousse's expression was not happy at this time. Although it was difficult for him to accept that humans had such weak virus resistance, he was also very unwilling in his heart.

"Is there any help?"

"He can't be saved. He is completely immune to magic. This is very strange. It seems that his magic resistance has reached 100%. Neither harmful magic nor beneficial magic can have any effect on him."

After saying that, Leslie gathered a small ball of amber spear in her hand and threw it towards Windlow without even turning her head.

Just as she said, the Amber Spear disappeared the moment it touched Windlow's body, and the same was true for healing magic.

"Ah, so that's the situation. I understand. I understand."

Outside the door, a clear and high-pitched female voice was heard, and long golden hair floated in from outside.

Next came the elf, a high elf whose identity could be seen from his appearance and clothing habits, who appeared at the door.

"You have a body that can see through magic. I finally meet you again, a human merchant from the empire, or a magic wizard, Wendlow."

The person who appeared at the door was none other than Izeshi, the high elf magician of Hoss whom Windlo and Mousse had met in Marienburg.

It is obvious that in the eyes of the wood elf Leslie, the human species is just an animal and does not pose any threat at all.

But the same cannot be said for elves of the same type as himself. Elves occupying the same ecological niche will be hostile to each other. In addition, now that the three tribes of elves are all here, it is inevitable that the unpleasantness that happened thousands of years ago will happen again.

At that time, when the ancestors of the wood elves separated from the high elves, their relationship was not very harmonious.

"This guy is my servant now."

Mousse took a step forward. This matter was all thanks to Wendlow's help.

I didn't expect that I would find Izexi just when I went out to sell food.

After parting with the two, the high elf wizard Hoth came all the way to Tireel and temporarily settled in the city of Miragliano.

Relying on some magic skills to earn some money for food and rent.

Now, due to the arrival of the plague, she has completely lost her income. Not only does she have no place to live, she can't even afford to eat.

But I put on manicure and eyeliner every day.

So when Mousse went out to sell food, he bought Izeshi at a very cheap price. After all, in the eyes of the dark elves, the highest quality slaves are still the high elves.

"Izexi, I order you now to save Wendlow!"