Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

What could Windlow do?

All he could do was throw the blood-stained clothes into the washing tub, then pour in hot water to soak them, and then walk to Mousse's back.

Although this dark elf dreadlord is a woman, there is almost no smooth skin on her body.

Various healed scars are visible to the naked eye, which look very scary, but Mousse thinks these are great medals.

"This was chopped by a Khorne bloodletter, but the guy didn't have a chance to strike a second time, I chopped it off immediately."

Whatever the scar was, Mousse no longer felt any sensation other than some bumps and undulations when touched.

She lay comfortably in the cold bathtub, enjoying the back-rubbing service given to her by Windlow.

After wiping his back, he even turned around. Such exquisite service, coupled with the fact that Windlow would never backstab Mousse, made the Lord of Fear show a very rare relaxation and comfort.

He stood up straight and showed himself without reservation. The clean water washed away his fatigue and he felt a little interested. There happened to be a human in front of him, so why not?

Naggaroth is the homeland of the Dark Elves. The snow-white land is marked by scar-like mountains and valleys.

There are two towering mountains in the north that block the road from the Chaos Wasteland to the south.

The two narrow passes are guarded and protected by very powerful armies.

Continuing south is the capital of the Dark Elves - Naggarond, a wealthy city located on a low steel hill.

This is where the dark elves first settled and were born. Below the city is the stream of the Sea of ​​Evil.

It is from here that the trickles of water converge into large rivers and flow into the vast ocean.

In the distance, a small black ark was approaching. It was obvious that the admiral was not a very skilled driver, or was driving a black ark for the first time.

Outside the city of Naggarond, where the Sea of ​​Malice stream flows.

After trying more than ten times, this novice admiral had no way to pilot his Black Ark properly, and he didn't even have the experience to enter the port of Naggarond correctly.

Every time he lingered on the outskirts of the port, he would slip out because he couldn't control the strength well.

The harbormaster finally couldn't stand it anymore. She had never seen a Black Ark pilot with such poor driving skills.

So he swung down the rope, stretched out his hand and slowly gave commands, but even so, the young admiral of the Black Ark had no sense of direction. Either the ship was completely stuck in front of the port, or the head of the Black Ark chose the wrong direction.

"Hey."

The harbor master sighed deeply and took control of the Black Ark from the novice admiral. Under her full command, the Black Ark reached the most perfect level in terms of precision and accuracy.

But he was only the harbor master, so there was no need to give excessive instruction to the novice admiral. After that, he just needed to keep going forward, and without any additional operations, he would be able to drive the Black Ark completely into the port.

After loosening his hands and returning the control of the Black Ark to such an admiral, there would be no difficulty in the next step.

This novice admiral had previously only driven his black ark freely on the sea, and he could sail the boat however he wanted on the vast ocean.

Today was the first time we tried to bring the Black Ark into the port and dock.

Besides some fear in his heart, he felt more excited and refreshed. He was also an admiral who could dock in Naggarond, so he had to make a big move.

All his attention was focused on the Black Ark, but he didn't notice at all that the most cautious thing for a ship that had just entered the port was speed.

Slowly docking is something that all new admirals cannot learn, but this admiral is obviously more enthusiastic.

He accelerated suddenly, bringing his Black Ark to its speed limit, then broke through the port and drove the Black Ark directly into the city of Nagarond.

The black ark came all the way in from the Sea of ​​Evil and Resentment, and even rushed over the steel hills and directly to the location of the Steel Mountains.

The speed and intensity made the harbormaster take a deep breath. Oh my god, he did something like this just after letting go?

But it’s okay, I quite like it.

However, this novice Black Ark admiral obviously had no experience, and his Black Ark was actually stuck directly into the Iron Mountains.

There was no backward force at all, and I couldn't pull it out, but I couldn't move forward either.

Now, the harbor master should be worried. If this black ark continues to be stuck here, it may cause terrible damage to the Iron Mountains, the Iron Hills and even Naggarond itself.

Calm down the newbie admiral quickly. He must calm down now.

To deal with this situation, the first step is to understand the composition of the Black Ark.

The Black Ark is not a ship, it is actually a protruding part of the land, which is able to float on the sea through magic.

Perhaps it was expansion, or perhaps some other magic that allowed this protruding piece of land to float.

Similarly, magic can be used to end its state and make it no different from ordinary land, which will make things much easier.

Under the slow control of the harbormaster, the Black Ark became normal again, slowly sailed out of Naggarond, and returned to the surface of the Sea of ​​Malice.

But the young admiral was very sorry, thinking that he had caused very serious damage and that he could only apologize.

However, the harbormaster knew the priorities of the matter. The black ark must have been damaged just now and must return to the port immediately.

This time the harbor master trusted the young admiral and let him drive the boat himself.

Finally, after the previous experience, entering the port was done very quickly without any obstacles or difficulties.

After several comparisons back and forth, the Black Ark docked intact in the port, and the young admiral wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This transportation mission was finally completed. Piles of shiny Ithilmar silver looted from Ulthuan were unloaded from the Black Ark and put into the warehouse at the port.

The harbor master was very satisfied with the amount and raised his head excitedly. Although he did not praise the young admiral, the admiral knew that it was the right thing to do.

After all the Ithrama silver was unloaded, the Black Ark slowly slid out of the port, waiting for the next time it would be fully loaded.

After taking a shower, Mousse yawned slowly. Today, he told Wendlow a very long story about the hometown of the dark elves.

I have to go to bed now. Tomorrow I have to explore the market and continue my money-making business.