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"Yes! That's right, we are here to plunder! Everyone get ready!"

On the ship, whether out of desperation or for some other purpose, Windlow simply stood at the rudder at the highest point of the ship and delivered his speech.

"Plunder hard!"

These words surprised all the dark elf soldiers, and filled them with excitement and joy.

At first, they were unhappy about having a human guiding their behavior.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a direct order from the Witch King, they would have turned against him and done their own thing long ago.

These humans are quite aware of the current situation. Until now, the battle has been unavoidable.

Windlow did know this a little, and now he was even more aware of the social habits of the dark elves.

For the dark elves who fully believe in the survival of the fittest and social Darwinism, the constant killing and betrayal seem as common as drinking water.

Although everyone can take revenge immediately, class mobility is also very rapid.

However, this system of complete survival of the fittest also brings about a very obvious flaw, which is that the social pressure on the entire dark elves is extremely excessive.

Including the dark elves on these three ships, their emotions and stress have reached the limit.

If Windlow chose to continue to exert pressure at this time, there is no doubt that such a pressure cooker would explode now.

It would be better to find a way to relieve pressure. The word "plunder" can just relieve the pressure that the dark elves need.

The dark elves living in Naggaroth have only three ways to relieve stress: killing, plundering, and enjoying.

Enjoyment cannot be provided for the time being, and killing will inevitably be accompanied by various risks and losses. Only plundering has the lowest risk at present.

"But before we plunder, we need to have a complete plundering plan!"

Once this was said, it was supported by all the dark elf crew members.

To them, Windlow was just the representative of the interests of all of them. As long as he could satisfy everyone's conditions and interests, even a goblin would not matter.

"We can't just grab one place, otherwise there won't be enough to go around."

This is very forward-looking language. When the Dark Elves go out to plunder, this often happens that everyone robs the same place, but there is not enough money to go around.

"The first team will seize the left side, with Silver Alley as the boundary."

"The second team will attack the middle, using Rusty Knife Alley as the boundary."

"Third team, seize the right side. The area north of Rusty Knife Alley is yours."

After the three orders were given, the dark elves also had to quiet down. They did not know the specific situation of Marienburg, so they could only remain silent, which was regarded as their approval of this method.

"If someone certainly goes beyond their area of ​​authority."

Mousse happened to walk up at this time, looking at everyone on the deck with cold eyes.

"Those who cross the line will be killed."

The dark elf society's way of life is to use both kindness and severity.

And as the Lord of Fear, she was at least able to keep the factory under control in this matter.

As for what the Silver Alley and Rusty Knife Alley were, Windlow, who had been to Marienburg earlier, naturally knew.

There is an autonomous city of high elves within the city of Marienburg.

The two most famous roads are Silver Road and Rusty Knife Road. The two alleys divide the Elf City into three parts, which are no more and no less than each other.

As the ship docked completely, all the dark elves advanced towards their assigned areas in the most complete military formation.

However, the Elf City has already been evacuated, leaving only empty houses and the wealth that has not yet been taken away.

Several dark elf soldiers kicked the door open, and a high elf residence appeared before their eyes.

Fabrics, precious metals, scrolls, spices, all valuables were looted by these dark elves.

Due to the designated plundering areas, there is also the terrible threat of the Dread Lords.

Every Dark Elf unit knew that they could take their time and not worry about their own people grabbing the goods too quickly and then taking the goods from them.

There was no need to set the house on fire, much less to destroy it; all that was necessary was to search carefully for any possible place where the treasure might be stored.

At this time, the high elf residents hiding in the shelter were keeping quiet under the leadership of Izeshi.

They knew the dark elves' motives all too well.

Every time there is a war with the dark elves, those lunatics will only do three things.

They looted property, burned houses, and kidnapped high elves as slaves.

But for now we must keep quiet. We can earn money again if we lose it, but if we are captured and taken to Naggaroth and become a slave, it would be a life worse than death.

After half a day of wanton looting, even the human soldiers guarding the city area of ​​Marienburg began to doze off.

They waited and waited but no dark elf troops came to attack the city.

But think about it, those guys have the entire elven city to plunder, so why would they bite the bullet and come here to launch a siege?

Finally, the dark elf soldiers, who had looted a lot, returned to the ship with their spoils.

However, the small cabin could not accommodate the extra things. They had no choice but to dump all the goods originally in the cabin on the dock and then leave Marienburg by boat.

Even when the high elves, who had just taken refuge, returned to their homes and checked the goods abandoned at the port, they almost suspected that the dark elves were here to do business.

This is too strange.

Izexi did not have much time to hesitate. While the ship was still there, he cast the teleportation spell in the shadow magic again and returned to the ship.

Here, she saw an old acquaintance, the former governor of the Elf City.

Because his leg was broken, he failed to escape and was captured by the dark elves and taken back to the ship as a prisoner.

Judging from the clothes and posture, he must be a noble among the high elves. He would be very valuable whether as a slave or to redeem a captive.

After completing the looting, the dark elves felt a lot less stressed.

He very honestly presented the prisoner to Mousse. The Lord of Terror wanted to make a profit, and he must make the biggest profit.

"Not bad, not bad. A very good prisoner who can be used to exchange for money. I will sell him after returning to Ulthuan. This fellow will be worth at least 300 gold coins."

Mousse simply picked up the elf governor with one hand, looked his clothes up and down, and immediately judged that the price was roughly the same.

Then the governor was thrown to the ground, and several dark elves with quick eyes and hands rushed up immediately, tied up the guy, and fixed him next to Mousse to wait for his punishment.

"I will divide the 300 gold coins I get from selling him among all of you equally. There is only one thing I want."

As a qualified dread lord, Mousse has desires that far exceed the pursuit of gold coins.

"That's your loyalty!"