Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The sorceress suffered two consecutive humiliations in one day.

In terms of magical attainments, she was completely crushed by a human and didn't even know how she lost.

Secondly, this human mage had no interest in her at all.

There was no hatred, no disgust, not even any extra attention.

It seems that defeating yourself is a very normal thing and nothing worth bragging about.

This kind of expression will only be revealed when one's strength completely exceeds that of the opponent.

As an imperial businessman, Windlow would never take the initiative to attack or kill others, but would instead try to gain more benefits and profits.

He didn't want any bloody killings or direct enslavement as a reward for victory.

Instead, he was attracted by a room like this one, which contained a complete collection of magic books and laboratories that could satisfy his thirst for magical knowledge.

The dark elf sorceress could only grit her teeth and agree to such a request.

Completely convinced.

She knew that there was no way she could defeat this human, whether it was magical skills or physical strength.

His decision not to kill was not out of mercy, but out of complete disregard.

Just like the Witch King Malekith doesn't care about the lowest slaves at all, life or death has no meaning or value to him.

Without any extra words or looks, the sorceress walked out of her own room in despair.

This is the basic rule of dark elf society. The strong dominate everything, and the weak deserve nothing.

She was no longer qualified to stay in this room. Who knows, the human wizard might get upset and just pick her up and throw her out.

This will surely let everyone on the Black Ark know of their failure.

The dark elf society has no tolerance for losers, and the ordinary soldiers who were previously oppressed by this sorceress will certainly take the opportunity to retaliate.

This is what is meant by "life is worse than death".

The only good thing is that this human named Windlow was still decent and didn't make things so ugly.

Yes, a real big shot will never let his hands be stained with dirty blood.

If you are not decent, the ending will be even uglier.

She could only leave her own room quietly and quietly, making sure that no one saw her and no one knew that her identity as the chief sorceress was gone.

He pretended to hold his head high and came to the room where Mousse was. He found a corner and sat down quietly.

"From today on, I am your slave."

At least this dark elf sorceress still wants to retain her last bit of dignity.

After being defeated by a human steward, he becomes a slave to his dark elf master instead of becoming a slave to humans.

She simply tidied up an inconspicuous corner, using a piece of cloth as a bed and another piece of cloth as a quilt.

This is where she will live from now on. All she needs now is quiet. Keep quiet. Quiet enough to save her life.

Mousse was accustomed to this situation. After all, this was the rule among the dark elves.

But of course, she was a million times unwilling to have a sorceress become her slave.

Such groups that use magic are inherently untrustworthy.

Windlow can rely on his magical talent to defeat the sorceress, but if the sorceress rebels against Mousse, what can the latter do to stop her?

Keeping this sorceress around is like an invisible bomb.

"So, my butler defeated you? You're still alive, you're pretty strong."

As he spoke, Mousse slowly walked over, stood in front of the sorceress who was already kneeling on the ground, and looked at her with his arms folded across his chest.

"That guy is a magic genius. He once crushed three Asur archmages to death with one hand, and even escaped unscathed from the siege of ten Hoth magic swordsmen."

"By the way, the mages he killed were all in pieces, but you are so complete and quite powerful. Have you ever considered becoming his servant? Mages all need assistants."

Of course, all of Wendlo's battle records were made up by Mousgang, with the purpose of telling the sorceress that her strength was quite good and sending her to Wendlo to avoid any trouble here.

The sorceress saw that she was not welcome here and decided to take a gamble.

Although he was not as strong as that human, he was also a mage after all. Just like Mousse said, as long as he was a mage, he needed servants to help him.

Lay dormant, learn, surpass, and then replace. A new plan formed in the sorceress's mind.

Taking her last two blankets, she once again shamelessly brushed past the other dark elves and returned to her old room.

It was obvious that Windlow was not interested in her return, but instead carefully read the various books in the collection, and even opened the sealed forbidden book.

"Master! No!"

The sorceress had obviously confirmed her identity and called Windlow her master.

And that quick "no" was just to quickly interrupt Windlow's actions. Reading forbidden books is not something a wizard can do.

Those books are often made of special materials, either elven skin or human skin, and written in various kinds of blood. Even after hundreds of years, the chaos corrosion in them cannot be dissipated.

As creations of chaos, these magic books certainly possessed extremely powerful powers. However, the price they paid was that the chaotic energy within them could easily corrupt anyone who opened the book.

Even at such a distance, the sorceress could feel the chaotic energy emanating from it and could only quickly close her eyes.

Elves do have stronger resistance to chaos, but corrosion is inevitable when they come into direct contact with chaotic creations.

Windlow didn't hear the warning at all, flipping through the chaos magic book page after page.

But he kept frowning. The descriptions he used were all strange, like the random words written by a mental patient. There was no logic at all. Except for some pictures and some special magic arrays, the rest of the words were meaningless.

All you can do is close the book, put it back in place, and lock it again.

When I looked up, I found that the sorceress had returned here.

Could it be that there were no extra rooms on the Black Ark? Wait, Mousse said that the dark elves were extremely extravagant and could not get used to living in bad places or suffering.

"It doesn't matter. It's your room anyway, so just stay here. I'll just take a look at your collection. I also need your help with a few things."

Need help from yourself?

The sorceress was completely stunned. You know, the magical power of this human male in front of her is higher than hers, and he definitely doesn't need her help with magic.

The only advantage I have is my gender.

The sorceress understood immediately that all he needed was the help that he could satisfy, and that was all.

After taking off all her clothes, she knelt silently beside her bed.

"Yes, Master."