Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The wind of magic, this concept has not been felt by Windlow for a long time.

Before, as long as he appeared in a place with a strong magical wind, he could gain the power of the magical wind and use magic with theories that he was not very familiar with.

But ever since leaving Ulthuan and the high elf Hoth wizard Izeshi, this kind of magical power seemed to be isolated from him.

It's hard to feel the wind of magic, and it's almost impossible to use magic.

I was pricked with two needles by this rat man today, and all my lost senses came back at once. I can even feel the fixed necromancy in my body, which is a fusion of the wind of shadow and the wind of death.

He refined the wind of magic and used his unskilled skills to successfully force out the necromancy in his body. Finally, it gathered in his hands and slowly poured into the basin.

The color of this substance is exactly the same as the liquid that the ratmen used to infiltrate the food and infect it, further proving the existence of the plague.

"You're a magician? Or a businessman? This is amazing."

The rat people were very surprised. You know, there are basically no wild wizards in Zhendan. As long as you have magical talent, you will be taken away by local dignitaries and become a government-paid person.

And depending on their expertise, mages of different types will be welcomed by other dragons and dragonborn.

Miaoying belongs to the wind of life. She warmly welcomes life mages to her land, promising them high positions and generous salaries to help them resist the enemies of Changyuan.

Heavenly mages usually go to Yuanbo to help the prime minister of the empire handle government affairs.

Metal mages will be treated like Zhaoming brothers and eat and drink together.

As long as one is a magician, one can get a very good job in Zhendan, and there is no need to become a lowly merchant.

Mousse was able to see the changes in things at a glance and instantly analyze who was the culprit behind all this.

"Ah, I knew it. That magician Azurhos had no good intentions. She restricted your magic and has restricted your magical power since you left Ulthuan."

This is true, Mousse always gets to the heart of the matter.

When he first met Izexi, the magician Hoss, who had studied magic for hundreds of years, of course noticed the magical abilities and strange talents of Windlow at a glance.

As the race that is best at magic, she naturally knows that Windlow's talent for absorbing magic is unique in the whole world.

Of course the elves can claim to be the most skilled magic race in the world. After all, when the Great Vortex was built, the Slann who helped them stabilize the spiritual vein network were no longer able to reproduce, and one less person would be one less.

If he were an elf, he would naturally receive close one-on-one instruction from Izeshi and be trained to become the most powerful magician in history, even able to reach the level of Caledor.

Izexi actually imagined that Windlo was actually the reincarnation of Caledo who escaped from the Maelstrom, which could explain this talent similar to the Maelstrom's ability to absorb magic.

The only bad thing is that Wendlow is a human.

In the eyes of the high elves, the human race is not trustworthy. In the eyes of the high elf magicians, the human race can only be used.

After the Chaos Demons were unable to return to the mortal world due to the creation of the Great Vortex, Chaos' main method of attack became to seduce and corrupt local creatures.

Humanity is the first to be corrupted by Chaos.

Of course Izexi knew this truth. Windlow had never shown any strong will.

If he was corrupted by Chaos, coupled with his terrifying magical talent, perhaps with the infusion of the Four Chaos Gods, he could make the entire vortex disappear with a snap of his fingers.

Izexi even made preparations and plans to kill Windlow, but man proposes, God disposes. The boy has always been followed by a dark elf, who is even the Lord of Fear among the dark elves, so he never had the chance to take action.

He could only use the excuse of learning magic and his own body as bait to place two seals on Windlow in succession, which would greatly dilute his magical talent.

Unfortunately, the elves never do things as planned, and today the seal was actually broken by a ratman.

Windlow slowly felt the situation inside his body. Only a part of the plague virus was left. As for the necromancy part, he had already expelled it from his body using his talent for absorbing and condensing magic.

With just some recuperation, he would be able to fully recover his health and leave this plague-infected city.

The rat man could naturally see what was in Windlow's mind at a glance, and he also understood why the status of merchants in Zhendan was so low.

If he ran away when nothing happened, what would happen to the people in the city?

Naturally, I reached out to stop him, lowered my head and spoke earnestly.

"I know you cured the plague yourself, but the whole city has been invaded by the plague. What should we do?"

"The plague hasn't broken out yet, but all the peace and tranquility is just an illusion. Once the plague breaks out, this city will be filled with blood and gore."

"How about this? I have a medical recipe handed down from my ancestors that can help you brew medicine. Whether you take it yourself or sell it, you can make a lot of money. How do you think?"

These three sentences immediately put Windlow on a moral low ground. If a sanctimonious hypocrite had advised him in this way, Windlow would have turned a deaf ear to it.

But the rat doctor in front of him was indeed trying to find a way to save everyone in the city, and it would be somewhat despicable for him to just leave.

Moreover, if it were not for the help of this rat doctor, there would be no cure for the plague in his body, and no one would be able to unlock his sealed magic.

It is reasonable and proper to repay kindness, just like doing business, only long-term business can bring real profits.

Under pressure from Mousse, Windlo finally agreed to the request of the gray rat man.

"Okay, I promise to help the people of this city, but what should I do?"

All he knows is business, and perhaps he can manage the allocation of materials and personnel during this epidemic, but without the endorsement of the Zhendan government, it is obviously of no use.

"First, investigate the source of food in the city. Knowing where this batch of food came from will allow us to know who spread the food."

"Second, keep the information confidential. Although it is important to let the people know the truth, in many cases, they must be kept in the dark to avoid chaos and riots."

"Third, warn the local government and powerful organizations and try to get their help. However, most of the time, they lack vigilance against danger."

"at last..."

Having said that, the gray rat man led all his family members to bow to Windlow.

"The people of this city are grateful to you forever."