Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"I've joined the Norscan hunting party. You don't have to wait for me to eat. I'll probably be out for a while."

When they gathered in the evening, Windlow and Mousse had already sold all the supplies they brought from the island and obtained the initial starting capital.

Leslie, the wood elf, showed excitement for the first time. She originally thought that humans were a very boring race, but today was the first time she met the Norsemen.

During the brief conversation, both the Wood Elves and the Norsemen showed a strong love and interest in hunting.

Even just drinking a glass of wine, Leslie joined a Norse hunting party, they were leaving the city to hunt very precious prey.

Human-skinned wolves, trolls, and if you are lucky and have strong skills, you may even be able to hunt a wild manticore!

This is the most desired prey by a hunter full of honor and courage.

"Don't we really have to wait for her to finish her meal?"

Windlow looked around, but there was a hint of teasing in the eyes of Mousse and Izexi, and the latter slowly shook his head.

"No need. A moment of elf time is equivalent to more than half a month of human time."

Just as Izexi said, Leslie's so-called going out to play for a while lasted about half a month.

Forget about dinner tonight and don't worry about that wood elf for the next two weeks.

But that’s okay, the wood elf needs some space and time to complete her hunt.

Unlike Mousse, Leslie does not have a channel for venting her desires in Windlow.

He is not like Izexi, who can relieve his inner hunger through magical practice.

The elves are a very brutal and bloodthirsty race. If they don't vent their anger in time, they will get hurt.

And except for Windlow and the unicorn, the other two elves had no interest in Leslie's life or death, and even hoped that she would never come back after leaving.

In the tavern, Windlow, who had recovered a little financially, could only afford the simplest meals and could only book a single room.

Having lost his weapons and equipment, Mousse had no choice but to endure the yelling of the drunk Norscans at the next table.

"Is this what I'm eating for dinner? I've never suffered this much in the city."

Izexi simply put his hands on his hips, even though the Hessian Swordsman had been trained to master and adapt to the life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

But there is no need to continue training in the city. You must get something good to reward yourself.

It is an honor for humans to treat the high elves to a meal, but Windlow can't even afford it?

"If you don't want to eat, don't force it."

It only took a few words to create hostility between the two elves. Dark elves and high elves have a naturally bad relationship.

"Oh, is that so?"

Izexi muttered quietly, slowly cut the baked potato on his plate, and ate it slowly, chewing it carefully.

The Swordsman of Hoth was able to endure the harsh environment, and she also discovered a very critical problem.

Mousse, the dark elf has changed and no longer looks like a dark elf. It's really interesting.

She actually stood on the same front with Windlow, and their relationship was so good that they almost wore the same pants, or in other words, their relationship was so good that they didn't even need to wear pants.

Very interesting, very interesting, which shows that there are more secrets and information to be discovered about Wendlow.

Maybe there is some information that will give the High Elves an advantage in their fight against the Dark Elves.

"I'll treat you, since you have no money."

Izexi touched his pocket, and then took out a golden oak leaf from his empty pocket. It was the high-level currency of the high elves, or the second-highest currency in the world.

1 golden oak leaf is equivalent to 5 imperial gold coins!

"Boss, this is yours. If you have anything good, just bring it up."

The Norse people, who made their living by sailing, plundering and hunting, naturally knew the value of the golden oak leaves.

All kinds of delicious food and drinks were served, and several Norse musicians playing the lute came over and played elven music.

While tasting the luxurious delicacies of the North, from elephant trunk jelly to mammoth meat and various game, Izexi was also changing songs. The elven music played by humans was really unpleasant.

Several Norse muscular men also came over, took off their shirts, revealing their well-developed muscles, and showed off their bodies.

"Do you need bed warming service, rich lady?"

Izexi waved her hands. She had some patience for the imperial nobles, but had no patience for the Norsemen, who stank all over.

The mentality of the Norsemen, who always valued strength, slowly changed.

In the Norse values, they advocate the use of force, and the more powerful the fighting ability, the more wealth they deserve.

That thin elf woman was so weak, yet so rich, the money must have been stolen.

Several Norsemen who thought they were quite powerful stood up on the spot and approached with aggressive and malicious intent.

"Boss, it's okay to smash the seat, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you can take it down as you like."

After getting the shop owner's consent, the hotel lobby became lively.

What the Norsemen love most is fighting and dueling, especially this kind of competition where the difference in strength is obvious at a glance.

Everyone present immediately moved up tables, chairs and benches, leaving a spacious arena in the middle, and then started to make a noise, place bets, buy drinks and watch.

"Respected Lord of Terror, please help me."

"I wish you were killed, Ashur."

Of course, Izexi's fighting ability is not good, but she knows very well that Mousse is the Lord of Fear. Although he has no weapons or armor, fighting against someone who also has no weapons and armor is equivalent to a one-sided massacre.

But the plan seems to have changed a little, the dark elves will not listen to the high elves.

However, as a high elf, Izehi has a natural skill, which is flexible diplomacy, smooth talking, and calm analysis.

He took out his empty wallet again and pulled out another golden oak leaf from it.

This scene made Windlow break out in a cold sweat. He also had a similar wallet, and it would not be a good thing if it was exposed.

"Wendalo, I know you lack the starting capital. If you rely on manual labor to accumulate the starting capital, it will be very difficult. If you help me, this golden oak leaf will be yours."

"Mousse..."

It turns out that the High Elves have excellent political skills and know how to use existing conditions to achieve their goals.

Mousse was also very clear that his interests were tied to those of Windlow. The sooner he could make money, the sooner he could get his share.

"Well, I suddenly realized that I haven't exercised for a long time. I really should exercise."