Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

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Windlow knew very well that the most important thing to deal with enemies in groups or with thick hair was fire attack.

Zombies, skeletons, and beastmen are all eligible for being restrained by fire.

The Empire's mortars and rocket launchers came into being as a result. Even in the poorest territory of Styria, there were Styria River Patrollers who used flame attacks to provide flame assistance.

As for the dwarves, although they also have flame artillery, they are all very old models, and some of them have been in service for almost hundreds of years.

The only artillery available at the moment is the catapult, not even a cannon.

But this was not a problem for Windlow. He only had to pour the extremely flammable dwarven liquor on the stone bricks, light it, and then throw it out.

Now I understand why elves and humans can't drink the dwarves' liquor. This stuff is like solidified gasoline. It not only smells pungent but is also very sticky.

After it fell on my body and burned, I couldn't get away at all.

As the stone filled with liquor was ignited, Windlow aimed and shot again, this time accurately hitting a dazed troll and smashing its head directly into the chest.

The troll's regenerative ability is terrifying. Even if its head has been smashed into its chest, it is still alive and its body is trying to recover.

Until the flames completely covered the troll's body.

The intense flames directly caused the troll's body to begin burning, and the wounds that were originally healing were broken open again and could not be regenerated. The effect was extraordinary.

In an instant, a troll fell to the ground. The morale of the companions around him began to waver after seeing this scene. It would only take a few more shots for the troll to completely disobey the greenskins' control and start to run away.

"Human! Kill one!"

That's right, when you are completely behind in the artillery competition and the score is difficult to catch up, even the stubborn dwarves will come up with all kinds of creative ideas.

Killing a troll is certainly not the same as killing a goblin, but if a troll is regarded as twenty goblins, the dwarf artillery will never be able to catch up with Windlow.

Mousse rolled his eyes. When did these dwarfs learn the tricks of the high elves? How disgusting.

But Windlow didn't care. He was able to score steadily anyway. At the same time, as a businessman and gambler, he knew very well that he must not crush his opponent.

It's like making a bet with someone else on who can score higher. If you have a huge advantage at the beginning, it's inevitable that the guy across the table will overturn the table.

Even if you are a dwarf, there is a possibility of overturning the table.

Boiling a frog in warm water is the basic skill of the dealer. The goal is to keep gamblers firmly under control at the gambling table and ensure that gambling can continue.

The score between Windlow and the dwarves seemed very close, but Windlow always had the upper hand over the dwarves.

Every time they were about to catch up with the score, Windlow would be one step ahead, and the dwarf artillery and other dwarves would be so anxious that they would forget about attacking the city.

By the time they realized that they were coming to attack the city today, the goblins in the city had already been completely crushed by the catapults.

In this way, the dwarves recaptured Mount Gunbad without sacrificing a single soldier, relying solely on trebuchet bombardment, thus fulfilling the High King's goal.

The lord, who was cheering for the artillery competition, stroked his beard and nodded quietly to Windlow.

I now owe that human a favor, and I must remember this.

As for Windlow, he certainly won the artillery victory with a slight score advantage, and of course, he also thought of his lines and words of comfort.

He first said that he had studied at the Nunn Artillery Academy for three years and had touched at least two hundred pieces of artillery, not to mention eighty, so he certainly had the skills to use artillery.

Secondly, he said that he was an imperial businessman who had traveled far and wide to do a lot of business. Mathematics and calculation were no problem for him and he had done arithmetic at least 100,000 times, if not 90,000 times.

Finally, I would like to say that today's weather is good, the sea is calm, I am lucky, and I am blessed by my strength. Sigma is not some bullshit about being the god of precision.

Only such a combination of punches can comfort the extremely fragile and extremely conservative hearts of the dwarves, ensure the championship status is secure, and make all the dwarves convinced.

Finally, the highlight is the amount of this gambling.

The High King wisely called in all dwarven troops to enter the city, clear out the remaining goblins, and prepare to repair the city.

Avoid having too many people, as this will embarrass the losing Dwarf Artillery.

What to do next is entirely up to Windlow.

Mousse had a condescending expression as he looked at the dwarf artilleryman in front of him whose face had flushed and who kept tearing at his beard.

Although Shorty is short, she is not light in weight. An equal amount of gold is a considerable fortune, and she will get half of it in due time.

The dwarf artilleryman lowered his head and could not see clearly what was happening in his eye sockets, but gold weighing the same as his must not be a simple thing.

I'm afraid that this artilleryman might even be forced to become a debt-ridden butcher. Windlow would not do such a thing. Merchants are not aristocrats and would never kill anyone.

"Oh, you look too heavy. I'm afraid I won't be able to carry as much gold as you. It won't be convenient for me to travel with you."

This is completely false. Windlow has a magical storage ring that can easily hold even 10,000 gold coins.

"But my friend, my elf friend, wants a weapon, a high-quality weapon forged by dwarves. I wonder if you have any recommendations or suitable materials."

Businessmen always make the terms of a deal clear in every word and sentence, and this was Windlow's compromise.

The equal weight of gold that was originally required to be paid for the dwarven artillery was exchanged for making weapons for the elves.

Although the hatred of the dwarves towards the elves is not as violent as it was two thousand years ago, it does not mean that they will forge for the elves.

From this point of view, even if the gold given is less, it is still a reasonable deal for the dwarf artillery.

"It was you who wanted to change the deal, and I agreed."

The dwarf artilleryman breathed a sigh of relief. The human in front of him was quite reasonable.

Although it won't make me bankrupt, since I've been given face, I have to provide the best raw materials.

"I am willing to introduce you to a dwarf craftsman, and at the same time give you a pound of meteorite material that I have treasured for a long time."

A pound of meteorite material is valuable, but it is still cheaper than the same weight of gold. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with the dwarf, indicating that the deal was done.

Now with a pound of meteorite iron and a dwarf blacksmith with absolutely decent skills to help, it is a big step forward for Mousse's rune weapon progress.

"Moose, let's take a rest. When the High King is free, we will go and claim our reward."

"Walk."