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In most parts of the world, mercenaries and caravans are trustworthy, at least on the surface.

As long as a treaty is signed and obligations are stipulated, one must fulfill one's responsibilities.

Unless the employer fails to pay according to the contract or wants to default on the payment in various ways.

But in most cases, as long as the employer can provide the full compensation, the mercenaries and caravans will strictly abide by the contract.

Among them, Tyrell's mercenaries are a model. As long as the money is in place, they can even fight to the death.

But, there is another kind of existence.

The ratmen and dark elves have absolutely no spirit of contract and no contractual agreement.

Both races have no loyalty and will easily betray their employers simply because they can.

Windlo did not hire many dark elf guards this time.

Two swordsmen and two spearmen.

Because urbanization is too concentrated in the entire Naggaroth, there are basically no satellite cities between cities.

Every journey brings with it the possibility of encountering a variety of dangerous wild animals, some of which are native to the area, and some of which have escaped from their trainers.

Hiring a few people for protection isn't a bad idea.

Dark elves are both male and female soldiers, and of course there are female dark elves among them.

As soon as he left his city, he reached out to Windlow.

Just ask yourself, who doesn’t want to experience what it’s like to be a male magician?

After all, in the land of Naggaroth, the only legal male wizard the dark elves can contact is Malekith.

Seeing this presumptuous behavior, Mousse glared at them, letting those guys know his identity immediately.

Since they couldn't get it, these dark elf guards naturally came up with some weird ideas.

The entire Naggaroth is too big, and there are too many Dread Lords. No one recognized that Mousse was a former Dread Lord because the murderous aura on her was too weak.

"Sir, do you want to play with us?"

The two female fear spearmen directly targeted Windlow. When they heard the word "adult" coming from their mouths and the target was themselves, they immediately understood a lot of things.

There are no racial conflicts or gender conflicts in this world. The only major contradiction is always class conflict.

Although I am just a humble human being, I am a butler in name only.

The status of a steward is higher than that of an ordinary dark elf soldier.

The two female dark elves had already begun to flirt with each other, making all kinds of seductive expressions and movements around Windlo, and even pulled Windlo's hands and placed them on their chests.

"You know they'll poison anything, right?"

Mousse didn't look happy either. She herself was a dark elf and of course she knew the nature of her race.

If you are being too nice to others for no reason, there must be something wrong.

And the main problem is that the rat doctor on the car is only good at dealing with infectious diseases and infections, and has no research or medicine on strengthening the kidneys and maintaining physical fitness.

Besides, Mousse is no ordinary person. Windlow is just an ordinary human being. If he still has the leisure time at this time, when Rick led the conscription, he would at least start as a giant swordsman.

Although the dark elf swordswoman is good-looking, she is definitely not as good-looking as Mousse. In addition to the physical exhaustion, Windlo showed extremely high discipline.

Similarly, this group of dark elf guards also showed extremely high discipline. They have formed a small group internally and even elected a leader.

They are too idle. As guards, they have never done their job as guards.

Along the way, thanks to Windlow's long-term business habits, he was always able to subconsciously avoid all dangers and potential risks.

In addition, the ratman doctor can also sense the presence of danger in advance.

Along the way, not to mention bandits, we rarely encountered dangerous wild animals.

The long period of inactivity has allowed the bodyguards in the team to conserve a lot of physical strength, and the most common rebellion is already brewing.

"Something's going to happen."

Mousse had excellent perception. As a native Naggaroth dark elf, he was not surprised by what was about to happen.

"They have zero loyalty and are about to rebel."

"how is this possible?"

Wendlow's subconscious reaction was still to question it. He had been doing business for so long, and almost all the mercenaries he met performed their contracts according to the contract.

Besides, it's not that he has never communicated with the dark elves. Mousse, Octopus Face, and even Malekith are all people who talk about contracts.

Wait, are only the upper-class dark elves able to keep their promises? Then he immediately changed his tone.

"What should I do?"

In the wilderness, there is only one caravan and four people on the other side. The only fighting force is Mousse. If they are attacked by surprise, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out?

Mousse was not panicked. Four ordinary soldiers were no match for her.

Poisoning the food, dividing them, ambushing them, setting traps, or just waiting for them to get together and then firing at them all are possible solutions.

However, after being away from Naggaroth for a long time, he had lost a lot of the ruthlessness in his bones, and his character became as weak as that of a high elf poet.

"Give them another chance."

Mousse spoke very slowly, and even after he finished speaking he felt that this was not what he should have said.

Since Mousse is like this, Windlow doesn't have to hide anymore. Now that they are about to reach the city, guards are no longer necessary.

After gathering the four dark elf guards, Windlow announced his words.

"Everyone, everyone, we are about to reach the city, so I have a choice for you, or I should say, I will give you an opportunity."

As a businessman, negotiation is always the first choice.

"I know you all want to betray me and rob me, but I am still willing to give you a chance. Once you reach the city, complete your escort mission and settle the balance, we can keep to ourselves."

"If you don't cherish this opportunity, then go ahead and do it. By then, none of you four will be alive."

The dark elves were a race that never tolerated threats or coercion, so now that things had come to this, they had already drawn out their swords and spears.

"They don't consider the consequences, they don't think about the benefits, they only care about the momentary pleasure and comfort, and they don't know how to be patient."

Mousse also slowly took out his forged steel sword, without even putting on his armor completely, but just pushed Windlow slightly behind him.

"My fellow countrymen, when will you be able to get rid of these bad habits, understand that true benefits cannot be gained by passion alone, and understand that you should not use swords and knives to kill people of the same class."