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For Mousse, this kind of question is too difficult. Not to mention Mousse, even the high elves who are known for their intelligence would be confused and not know how to solve the problem.

Perhaps only the most loyal assistant of the ancient saint, Slan among the lizardmen, can solve the problem on this stone slab.

But in Windlow's eyes, isn't this just the simplest Sudoku game?

You can activate the hypothetical principle and assume that the number of circles in an area is x and the color is y, then pick up a branch and count them on the ground.

"Red, two."

"you sure?"

Mousse was very puzzled. Generally speaking, such decryption stone tablets left by the ancient saints could also be seen in Naggaroth, but almost all the dread lords did not know how to decipher them.

And this weak and fragile Wendlow, he actually knew how to untie it? Could it be that he just guessed it?

"I'm sure. I even reversed it and it's correct. Let's release it so that we can sleep well."

Mousse didn't know whether it was true or false, but if she were to guess on her own, she would definitely not be able to figure out the answer. If she made the wrong choice, then this ancient secret treasure would be completely destroyed.

Since I can't figure it out myself anyway, I might as well believe what Windlow said.

He picked up two red circles from the side and placed them at the key position for decryption.

Click click click.

It is worthy of being the technology of the ancient saints. It still retains energy or magic after such a long time. The heavy stone slab slowly slid down, revealing a rotten wooden box.

Inside the box, there was a sword that looked very well made.

Mousse certainly knew what good was. He took the sword out from a pile of sawdust, played with it carefully in his hand, and was able to tell the type of the sword.

After all, there are many secret treasures left by the ancient saints in this world, and some of them have fallen into the hands of the dark elves. Mousse has certainly heard of them.

This sword is called the Golden Badge Sword. The light handle allows the user to attack the enemy better, while the slender sword body can also deflect the enemy's attacks.

Although its sharpness has decreased a lot after so many years, as a melee weapon, it has already surpassed the handheld weapons of most Dread Lords.

It has no additional damage and no armor-piercing ability, but it has both offensive and defensive capabilities and looks simple. This is the most suitable weapon for the Dread Lord Mousse.

The dark elf's preference for weapons made her hold the sword in her hand and play with it back and forth.

Windlow had used up all his energy, so he returned to the tent, lay down and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already dark. Mousse was still sitting on his waist, chin raised and looking down at him.

"You should cook."

At this moment, Windlo really felt that he had found a father to respect. All the dark elves were soldiers and could do nothing except fighting.

He originally wanted to stay there, but when he thought about it carefully, he still had to rely on the protection of the Lord of Fear along the way, so he had no choice but to sit up from under Mousse's crotch.

He slowly walked out of the tent and lit the collected wood to make a simple fire.

It’s okay, I slept from the afternoon to the night, at least I got the basic sleep time.

However, after being woken up in the middle of the night, it is very difficult to fall asleep again.

Fill a pot with water and place it on the fire. Boil a pot of hot water first, and then think about how to cook.

Next to the fire, Mousse had found a flat stone and was sharpening the knife.

Although dark elves generally like to delegate physical work to slaves, they do many important things themselves.

It was obvious that she had been working for a long time. The golden emblem sword, which had been used for a long time, once again glowed with metallic light, and was extremely sharp and comfortable to hold.

Mousse tore off the fabric from Windlow's clothes and made an anti-slip treatment on the handle.

Then, it was the first time that Windlow saw the dark elf smile. The corners of that guy's mouth were almost bent to his ears, and his pupils were dilated, which was rare.

He held the sword in his right hand and kept stroking the sword with his left hand.

The blade of the sword accidentally cut the index finger of his left hand, and blood gushed out.

However, Mousse did not show any expression of pain. He just put the cut finger on his lips. The blood dyed his lips red, and the saliva stopped the bleeding.

Just a minor scratch, nothing to notice.

The sword with the golden emblem swept through the air, and the blood of Mousse stained on it was thrown out in an instant, without any residue left.

The sword blade cut off the moonlight, and the last trace of it fell on Wendlow's face, and then it was completely dark.

It turned out that a dark cloud passed through the sky, blocking the bright moonlight, but in the light of the fire, Mousse's face looked extremely creepy.

"Come on! You accompany me to test the sword!"

Windlow had just finished preparing dinner and had barely taken a bite when he was picked up by Mousse, who then swung a cold sword at him, pointing directly to the gray mountains not far to the south.

Windlo was so scared that he thought he was being used to test the sword, but it turned out that Mousse wanted to find other animals or bandits.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

"No hurry, just follow me."

This is how the elves are, no matter if they are high elves, dark elves, or wood elves, once they set their minds on something, they will spare no effort to complete it.

Knowing the elf's character well, Windlo could only drink a mouthful of soup quickly. He hadn't had dinner yet.

Before he could swallow the soup, Mousse had already drawn his sword and ran quickly towards the gray mountains.

Without any ability to protect himself, Windlow could only hurry up and keep up, otherwise who knows what terrible things might be in the forest.

In this way, the two of them jogged all the way and actually ran to the foot of the gray mountains.

But this area is sparsely populated, and it is still half a day's journey to the nearest human city, Dautenbach. Apart from that, the entire forest is extremely quiet, and not even a single beastman can be found.

What's this for Mousse to test his sword with?

Just as the two were thinking about what to do next, a small green-skinned orc camp appeared in front of them.

The green-skinned orcs were the greatest enemy of the humans of the Empire and Bretonnia in the past.

However, with the efforts of Emperor Sigmar and King Gilles, humans successfully drove the green-skinned orcs out of the plains, and they could only settle in the forest.

At the same time, the green-skinned orcs do not reproduce sexually like humans.

According to professors at Noon University, Green Orcs are more like mushrooms, and they reproduce in the same way as mushrooms.

This also means that once they take root in the mountains, humans are unable to do anything about them.

In that small camp, except for the goblin guarding the gate, the rest of the orcs had already fallen asleep.

With one slash of the sword, the gatekeeper goblin became a ghost under Mousse's sword. Then she looked at Windlow with cold eyes.

"Shout. The louder the better. Wake up all the orcs."