Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The gap between people is greater than the gap between people and dogs.

The gap between elves and elves is even greater than that between elves and dwarves.

As elves who do not use gunpowder weapons, their combat effectiveness is basically in direct proportion to their personal bravery.

The more you train, the stronger your combat effectiveness will be.

For humans, the peak period of a lifetime is only a few years. Once it’s over, the physical fitness declines and the resulting loss of strength can be seen with the naked eye.

At the same time, the young man, who was just starting out and lacked training, could be easily slaughtered like livestock in front of regular soldiers.

Age and training are the two most important things for improving one's martial arts skills.

Within the empire, almost all greatswordsmen have achieved a perfect balance of age and training, making them the most powerful fighting force within the empire.

But even the extremely powerful Imperial Greatswordsman is merely a show-off to the elves or dwarves.

Age and training are not problems for the elves at all.

Even though the dark elves have very bad living habits and the most dangerous living environment.

As elves, they have a lifespan of more than a thousand years. If they are blessed by magic, this number will increase indefinitely.

Even the dwarves' lifespan of five or six hundred years is several times that of humans.

Mousse, a 248-year-old dark elf, is young, but also old.

Unlike these dark elves who had just reached adulthood at the age of over a hundred and came to serve as guards and mercenaries, her fighting strength was several times greater than others.

Seeing that Windlow had already issued an ultimatum, the four guards still wanted to betray their employer, so Mousse had done his best.

When she was still a Lord of Terror, she would have immediately nipped the sign of this happening, but now it has been delayed to this extent.

"Human compassion? How did I get tainted with this bad habit?"

He kicked with his right leg, kicked off the scabbard of the long sword that had been hanging on his arm, and hit one of the guards accurately in the chest.

In almost the blink of an eye, she had already grasped the long sword in both hands and held it horizontally in front of her in a defensive posture.

"retreat."

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Wendlow behind him. He was saying this to the enemy as well as to the man.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away."

The greatest advantage of a businessman is knowing what he is good at and what he is not good at.

He is good at escaping but not good at being a hostage. If he is caught up by those four guards, it will probably affect Mousse's attack.

He fled the battlefield in a few steps, and of course did not forget to take the rat doctor and his family with him.

At this moment, the four guards in front had obviously planned for a long time. They rushed towards Mousse from four directions, focusing on the surprise attack and the fact that two fists are no match for four hands.

Of course, Mousse knew that this situation was very pessimistic.

Although he was a skilled martial artist, he was not wearing armor after all.

If the health of a fully armored Dreadlord can reach 5000, then her health without armor is only 100.

The flesh and blood body is so weak.

Even though he had extraordinary offensive capabilities and could deal 400 damage with one swing of the sword, we were all made of flesh and blood, and a single swing of the sword was bound to inflict a large amount of damage.

If you find a flaw at that time, no matter whether the opponent attacks you with a spear or a sword, you will be in trouble.

Dark elves are not fragile humans or dull dwarves.

"Magical aid!"

"Ah? What type of magical assistance do you want?"

"As long as you have it!"

Mousse roared loudly at Windlow, saying that even if it was a one-on-four situation, they could not be careless.

Wendlow's answer startled the four guards in front of him.

What kind of magical aid do you need? Could it be that this human knows two or more types of magical winds?

During this hesitation, Windlow took advantage of the dangerous environment of Naggaroth and merged the wind of life and the wind of death together to create the secret magic of Kislev: ice and snow magic.

"Ice sealing technique!"

As soon as he said this, Wendlow spread his hands and half-knelt on one knee on the ground.

Starting from his palm, all the snow on the ground suddenly solidified together and turned into an ice surface as smooth as a mirror.

The entire frontal battle area, which was more than ten meters long and wide, was already covered with a layer of frost.

Anyone standing on it can only stand still and cannot move. If they try to run a little, they will immediately slip and fall to the ground.

Unable to move quickly, let alone charge quickly.

The four guards ran towards Mousse at a much slower speed, but this spell is also a double-edged sword.

Seeing that there was frost all around his feet, Mousse was unable to move quickly and could only observe the movements of the four guards with his eyes.

"Don't do any creative experiments at this time!"

Magic is a double-edged sword in itself. All magic can harm both enemy and friendly forces. What Mousse needs right now is not this kind of gain or loss effect.

What could Wendlow do? In the frozen land of Naggaroth, he couldn't expect to use fire magic, right?

The only way is to use the prevailing wind of life and wind of death in this place to merge into ice and snow magic.

Wait, maybe there is a way.

Immediately change the order of magic fusion, use the Wind of Death first, and then fuse the Wind of Life.

This is another secret of Kislev: Storm Magic.

Transform spells originally used to assist friendly forces or restrict enemy forces into terrifying ice and snow with the most damaging power.

"Misha Condor!"

The mystery of magic lies here. The moment you master magic, you will know its name.

A terrible ice storm whizzed out from Windlow's hand and rushed towards Mousse's back.

The scary-looking Misha Condor is not a very terrible damaging spell. There are only a few ice crystals in it. Its biggest advantage is that frost splashes everywhere.

Lacks armor penetration damage, but has a pretty solid range.

After the spell was cast, Mousse, who was not wearing any armor, was slightly covered with ice and snow, and his fingertips were a little frozen.

Naturally, the four dark elf guards wearing heavy armor did not suffer any substantial damage.

However, the frost that spread across the entire battlefield limited everyone's vision. Under such circumstances, morale was inevitably shaken.

With such a terrifying range of magic, the power of the human male wizard is just a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.

The morale of the four guards was hit to a certain extent, but that was all.

Every dark elf is living on the edge of a knife, and there is no reason for them to be defeated easily.

But when they just saw the environment around them in the ice storm, they felt a heat in their chest, then a coolness, and then the ice and snow penetrated into their bodies as if seeping into their blood.

There was only one most horrifying voice whispering in their ears.

"My name is Mousse, Lord of Terror, Lord Mousse Norrestel. Go to hell if you keep muttering this name."