Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

In the north of the Ulthuan Islands, Izehi slowly pushed away a layer of magical wind, and then after a mist, the continent floating on the ocean slowly emerged.

This is the most precious treasure bestowed by the ancient saints on the elves.

This magical continent is completely floating on the ocean, located in the center of the planet. It is not polluted by chaos and has good weather all year round.

"Let's put it this way. A Bretonnian farmer can only grow 600 gold coins worth of crops on Bretonnian land, but if it were in Ulthuan, the income would become a terrifying 6000 gold coins."

Izexi is not bragging, such a piece of land is indeed amazing.

Without the help of high elf magicians, ordinary people would have no way of reaching such a continent.

Although at the call of Phoenix King Finubar, the High Elves' capital, Lothern, opened an exclusive trade port to a very small number of humans and dwarves.

But in other places, other races are taboo.

Of course, this includes the wasteland in the far north, the Kingdom of Nagarythe, the former kingdom of the dark elves.

It was also the first time that Mousse saw the land where the dark elves used to live.

According to her family history, it was here that one of her ancestors, along with the Phoenix King Aenarion, drove the last of the demons from the Isles of Ulthuan.

“The land of my hometown.”

He jumped off the deck of the ship and touched the ground that had been completely corroded into wasteland.

A sense of homesickness of the most ancient kind reverberated through the mind of the dread lord.

But she had never been to Ulthuan, had never seen the glory of the past, and had long forgotten how her ancestors had fought under Aenarion.

For some reason, tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. Dark elves never cry. This is...

After a thousand years of war and fighting, the elves have experienced misery for too long, and now they still have not found the way forward.

"What's wrong, Drucci, are you afraid?"

Izexi slowly got off the boat and walked slowly to Mousse. She was also very surprised why the dark elf had such an expression.

"No, no, no, I am quite excited. Perhaps I can end Malekith's rule and his tyranny here."

Windlow had no information about the Ossuan Islands, nor did the human soldiers under his command, and even Mousse and Leslie had no information.

The only thing they could do now was to listen to Izehi. This Hoss magician had already traveled all over the Ossuan Islands and would not get lost no matter where he was.

"Chaos is corrupting. The land is corrupted by chaos."

Izexi gently picked up a handful of soil, felt it in his hands, then immediately shook off the dust in his hands and made a very bad guess.

"Chaos corruption has begun to spread across this land. It's unclear what's going on. It could be that Moras has come, or that the Sword of Cain has been pulled out, but the most likely possibility is the dark magic of the Dark Elves."

Izexi could only make a simple guess, and that was the fact, this land was corrupted by chaos.

"All troops, reorganize on the spot, set up camp, and defend tightly."

Although Windlow was just a businessman and not a general who led troops to fight in battles, he was also aware of some basic common sense.

If the troops are marching in a place with chaos corrosion, they will inevitably suffer from chaos corrosion, and soldiers will be injured or even die due to various reasons.

Besides, we are now in the Osuan Islands where we are unfamiliar with the place. If we act rashly without any plan,

The group of people he led might all die in this foreign country without even seeing the elves.

"That's right. Set up a camp, plunder nearby resources, and look for clues and intelligence."

As someone who once commanded an army, Mousse knew better than Windlow how to keep the march safe.

Now the troops need some time to rest and maintain after a long voyage, and they also need some time to adapt.

According to her understanding, the human race has adapted to very few terrains, and the only common terrain is plains.

Humans of whatever persuasion were ill-suited to the magical forest climate of the Ulthuan Isles.

The preliminary estimate is that the adaptation time is two months. During the two months, the people of the empire may develop various disease problems, which can be solved as long as they do not march.

All that needs to be done now is investigation.

In the Ulthuan Islands, no matter how powerful the Imperial Hunters are, they are unable to conduct reconnaissance activities.

Hunters who have been trained in the Imperial Forest are certainly capable of dealing with various threats in the forest, but they don’t know that the threats in the forest of this land are even more terrifying.

In the absence of experience, no matter who comes, they will die.

"So we need a team of administrative officers to go out and conduct a complete survey of the surrounding terrain."

The advice given by Mousse was very useful and invaluable.

But how to form a team of affairs officers is what Windlow should worry about.

Izeshi, the high elf, must be brought along. For safety reasons, Mousse must also be brought along. Leslie, the wood elf, must also be brought along, as well as myself and the unicorn.

Except for the female ratman who can stay in the camp to maintain construction, the other three spirits have to go on the road with Windlow.

As for the base camp and the female ratmen, there is no need to worry. As long as there are food supplies, the female ratmen will not backstab you.

And now she was in Ulthuan, a Skaven who had to rely on others.

And such a configuration is almost perfect.

If they meet high elves on the road, Izexi can lie and say that Mousse is her captive. If they meet dark elves, they can do the opposite.

Windlow can be an outsider, and the unicorn can just carry the goods honestly. After all, no one knows how long he will be away.

The plan is set, let’s set off now.

Mousse, who was experienced in combat, immediately knew that a war had taken place here, as there were traces of the battlefield on the ground that had been cleared long ago.

"I can't tell who won, but there must be a lot of wasteland nearby."

According to the tradition of the elves, due to their sparse population, when they go to war, they are either in the city or in the suburbs far away from the city.

This means there are definitely no other elves nearby, and no elf village exists.

All they could do was walk aimlessly towards the south, until they could already see the inner mountain range of the high elves.

Across the mountains is the Inner Ring Kingdom of the High Elves, which will definitely not be penetrated by the Dark Elves, and Mousse will definitely not climb over the mountains.

The only way now is to walk along the edge of the mountains and try to reach the village of the Kingdom of Chrace in the shortest time possible to ask the locals about the recent war situation.

Very good, the plan of the four people did not go wrong. At the foot of the mountain, a small elf village could be clearly seen appearing before their eyes.