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To say that the Lord of Dread is powerful is not that strong, but to say that he is weak is a bit too foolish.

A Dreadlord equipped with plate armor and equipped with elite weaponry can easily defeat an entire division of the Imperial Provincial Army.

It would only be at a disadvantage against an entire team of Imperial Greatswordsmen, and could barely fight alone against intermediate infantry of all races.

But there is a situation where, without plate armor and weapons, the unarmed Dread Lord is not as scary as imagined.

For warriors and soldiers, weapons and equipment are often more useful in combat than combat skills.

As long as you are wearing plate armor, ordinary swords will not be able to penetrate your defense. As long as you have an armor-piercing weapon, ordinary armor is useless.

You can't expect Mousse to defeat the enemy with just his fists. After all, the Imperial Provincial Army is protected by half-body armor, and their armor is not low.

Moreover, the Dread Lords are not very efficient in killing enemies. They are accustomed to using long swords that cannot penetrate armor, and it is difficult for them to output damage when fighting against heavy units.

Although it is also a heavy unit, a single target can easily be targeted by the enemy's concentrated fire.

If all weapons and equipment are put aside, Mousse is capable of fighting five Norse raiders alone.

The three Norscan tough guys on the opposite side thought they had found an easy target, but they had no idea that the muscle density of elves was completely different from that of humans.

Over-the-shoulder throw, iron mountain lean, and sweeping kick.

With three skills, he successfully defeated the three Norsemen and threw them out easily, smashing several tables, chairs and benches.

There were even various bowls and bottles filled with food and beer flying around.

This made the female mouse very distressed. She watched the fight while catching food everywhere.

Since no one wants it anyway, just stuff it into your mouth. The boss definitely won’t care. Instead of wasting it, it’s better to let the skinny little guy with hair on the back of his hand eat it.

He was concerned with a more important issue.

"It's really strange. Every time someone starts a fight, no matter how hard they fight, they end up dismantling my tables and chairs."

The innkeeper complained, but for the sake of money didn't say anything else.

Fortunately, we had informed the waiter to take the good wine away, otherwise, once a fight broke out, the tables and chairs would be thrown first, and then the wine bottles would be knocked, which has almost become a routine.

Only then did Wendlow realize that Mousse had been holding back when he was teaching him a lesson, and had not even used half of his strength.

Seeing that the difficulties were resolved, Izexi handed the golden oak leaf to Windlow. This was a good deal.

After having a full meal and a few drinks, and as it gets dark very early in the northern region, the three men and the rat went straight back to the booked room to rest and prepare for the next day.

In order to save money, this time four of us slept in one room. This was the configuration anyway, both on the road and on the island.

Things were much better after losing Leslie, the wood elf who loved to talk in her sleep.

Naturally, after taking a shower, Mousse went back to the only big bed and lay down, and fell asleep in a short while.

Excessive physical labor means more sleep time is needed. Carrying wood on the island and fighting when encountering threats, Mousse’s favorite thing to do is to take a nap whenever there is a break.

At the same time, the atmosphere in this room was too weird. Dark elves, high elves, humans, and even ratmen lived under the same roof, all races full of infighting and backstabbing.

The dark elf who was most often backstabbed was actually the one who slept the best.

The high elf Izexi also went to bed and made a bed on the floor in the corner. After all, Mousse was asleep, and without his quarrelsome partner, even the high elf, who was known for his sharp tongue, would calm down.

The female ratman made a lot of money this time. After the tavern owner removed all the leftover food from the guests, she spent a small amount of money to buy some delicious food.

For people born in the Year of the Rat, the most exciting thing is eating. Once they eat, they will feel very excited and so happy that they can’t sleep.

She certainly remembered what Windlow had said before, that the coach was neither comfortable nor safe.

Windlow does have the ability to make a carriage with his bare hands, but this kind of carriage can only be towed. If you want to achieve comfort and increase the efficiency of the unicorn, a perfect design is necessary.

The Rat people's smart brains work very fast. If they add a lot of desserts and nuts to supplement it, their brains will be filled with all kinds of creative ideas.

If a little more dimensional stone is added, a terrible disaster that will attract the attention of the world will definitely occur.

Shock-absorbing tires, improved canopy, the drawings have been completely completed.

Even in the late night, this guy sneaked into the kitchen, bought a lot of leftovers from the guests, packed them up and brought them back, ate a lot of them, licked his fingers and washed his face, then lay on the table to rest.

The next morning, with a loud bang, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Before Mousse could react, a figure was already crouching at the window.

"Leslie? That makes a lot more sense."

The senses of elves are sharper than those of humans, and the only thing that can catch dark elves off guard is the existence of wood elves.

Mousse stretched and it was indeed time to get up.

"Aslai, didn't you go hunting? Didn't you catch any prey and were laughed at by the Norsemen?"

The elves are born with the ability to be sarcastic. If Izexi had woken up first, then Leslie's response would have been sarcasm rather than sarcasm.

However, the usually slow-tempered wood elves did not show any unhappy expression. Their emotions were often hidden in the deepest part, and they automatically ignored the ridicule from their fellow tribesmen from afar.

"There is no more prey in the north, and the caravans have all returned."

The truth is the most powerful counterattack against ridicule, but this sentence made Windlow alert. This is not a good sign. Or, it may be great news.

Without prey, the price of fur goods will definitely increase, and you can make some economic income from the information gap.

"There is no prey in the north? What's going on? What happened in the north?"

Although wood elves are the most indifferent of the three elves, they have the strongest curiosity and desire to investigate.

When the hunting team she joined had no prey to kill, Leslie naturally continued to head north to investigate the reasons for this series of intelligence.

She certainly discovered the root of it all.

In the north of the Norse Peninsula, the Norse tribes were caught in war.

In previous years, the various tribes of Norscans would engage in various fights, which were frequent but weak in intensity.

But this time, Leslie discovered that the situation in the north was different.

"It seems that a very powerful being appeared in a certain Norse tribe, and began to conquer other Norse tribes one after another, and forced others to join his team."

"Oh, yes, I remember now. The man's name was Archaon or something. It doesn't matter. He hunted all the game in the north just to expand his army."