Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The next morning, when Mousse just opened his eyes, the face that appeared in front of him was Izexi's.

This high elf, what is she doing?

Mousse, who was born as a dark elf dread lord, immediately realized that something was wrong and drew his weapon from his waist in almost the blink of an eye.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not right.

Izexi is a high elf magician and will not engage in close combat assassinations. If someone is hostile to him, he will definitely attack from a long distance.

"What is it, Asur?"

"You are so lucky, Mousse."

These words made Mousse's scalp tingle. In the eyes of the dark elves, the most frightening thing was not the swords of the enemies.

Instead, his name was called out directly by the high elves, or by a wizard.

Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

He immediately turned over and jumped up from the ground, running directly to the table to check on Wendlow's condition.

To be honest, Mousse had never seen Windlow so weak. Even the plague before did not make him so haggard.

It was as if his whole body was hollowed out. He quickly stretched out his hands to touch his shoulders and looked him up and down.

I shook my shoulders gently, afraid that his head would fall off accidentally.

"Hey, Windlow! Hey!"

He shouted and shook until the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, and finally woke Windlow from his sleep.

"Huh? What's wrong? Mousse? What's going on? I'm so tired, let me sleep a little longer."

After waving his hands to show that he was fine, Wendlow once again lowered his head and fell asleep leaning on Mousse, this time much softer.

"What happened to him? Assur, you better explain it."

Although there is no major problem with Wendlow, there are definitely some problems.

While hugging Windlow, Mousse immediately turned around and looked at Izexi who was leaning against the door.

"Ah, the problem is that he's too tired, probably because of studying magic last night, but it's all worth it."

At first, there was a hint of sarcasm on his face, but when he looked at Wendlow, his expression became serious, and even his eyes narrowed into slits.

"He has completely mastered the basic abilities of the Eight Winds of Magic. He is a magical genius."

Izexi did not finish his words. After all, the Mousse in front of him was a dark elf and could not be fully trusted under any circumstances.

Naturally, she had great reservations about what Wendlow said.

As a magician of Hoss who is proficient in the eight winds of magic, his theoretical research on magic far exceeds that of other magicians.

And after a whole night of studying and investigating Windlow, she certainly discovered the talent of this human.

Let's put it this way, that guy Wendlow should not be a human being. Compared with his magical talent, he should be more like a lizardman Slan.

It can adapt to all eight winds of magic, and even adapt to new magic that is a fusion of two different winds of magic.

The most important thing is that the impact of magic is very small and the emotions are hardly affected.

In other words, this is a very safe top-grade magician who will not be corrupted by chaos. He only needs to be trained well to become very powerful in a short period of time.

Mousse probably didn't know what treasure he had encountered. He only knew that he was following a businessman who was good at accounting.

Compared with his identity as a businessman, this guy's magical talent can be described as unique.

No one's magical talent can match Windrow's, not Nagash, not Teclis, not even Mazdamuddi.

But now you have to stay calm and quiet.

After all, Izexi knew that he was just a god-given person, and strictly speaking, he could not compare with Mousse.

Now we need to gain the trust and favor of Windlo, and then try to lure him to the Ulthuan Islands of the High Elves.

I hope he can contribute to the elves' magical career during his short human life.

Similarly, if Mousse discovered such a situation and chose to bring him back to Naggaroth, the Witch King Malekith might have a trump card to attack Ulthuan.

How do you hide your true thoughts? How do you hide your exact intentions?

For a magician of Hoss who is gathering intelligence everywhere, it is very simple, that is to take it slow, accumulate slowly, and never be impatient.

Mousse did not get enough information from Izeshi. The Lord of Fear, who could not cast spells, just thought that Windlow and Izeshi had practiced magic together for a whole night last night, so they made progress.

As for the fact that Wendlow hasn't woken up yet, forget it, just let him continue sleeping.

It felt like he was really tired last night.

At this moment, the door to the underground space was slowly opened. Compared with Mousse who picked up the weapon, Izexi did not seem to be very worried.

The place where the few people were located was inside an ancient elf facility, and things with restrictions had no way of coming in voluntarily.

Just as Izexi predicted, the person who pushed open the door was none other than Leslie, the wood elf with the lowest presence in the team.

The wood elf was holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and it seemed that he had encountered some battle situation outside.

"Aren't we going to hunt? Why are you still resting? There aren't as many prey during the day as at night."

Leslie looked puzzled. Due to being isolated for such a long time, the three tribes of elves had completely different habits and lifestyles except for their genes.

For a wood elf like Leslie, everyone received a hunting list from the Tyrell mercenary leader.

Kill all the ratmen you see and then return to claim your reward.

The wood elves who love hunting would certainly not miss it and spent the entire night yesterday looking for their prey.

Thanks to the wood elves' powerful reconnaissance talent, Leslie naturally discovered everyone's hunting target at night.

In addition, the wood elves like to hunt in groups, so they immediately ran back and called everyone to chase their prey.

"Let's go, complete the mercenary mission! Hunt the ratmen!"

That’s right, the other two elves also remembered the mission objectives they had received.

Moreover, the ratmen will run away if you are not careful. If you fail to complete the task, you will not get any commission or resources.

Mousse reached out and pulled Windlow up and carried him on his back. Just this touch and touch of his back made Mousse realize that something was wrong.

Normally, Windlow would react if he touched him, but today, he lay on his back like a dead dog.

Could it be that there was something wrong with his magic?