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Although Didrick's words were confusing, the punch he delivered was very real.

This punch knocked Windlow to the ground and he fainted instantly.

Other people in the tavern were already used to it, as fighting was a common occurrence in taverns.

The dwarf boss simply confirmed that Windlo was safe, helped him up and leaned him against the wall, and then ignored him. He didn't even notice that Windlo had just woken up until after the tavern closed.

It was not until midnight that Windlow woke up from his coma. He touched his dizzy head and his memory seemed to be wrong.

It seemed as if the memories of another person were flooding into his mind, but they also seemed to be his own memories.

A memory that seems to come from another time and space.

"Ah, you finally woke up. Your friend named Didrik said you were drunk and asked you to go to the Troll Kingdom to find him when you wake up."

The tavern owner was wiping the wooden cup while reciting the message left behind.

"Here's your wallet. Someone almost stole it."

Wendlow could only touch his head which had just recovered a little and take back all his belongings.

Why did my memory become like this? It was as if I had the memory of another person in my mind, but everything that happened in the memory seemed to be experienced by me personally.

Wait, now think carefully about what Didrick said to you when he left.

This world does not really exist. Could it be that I have been implanted with memories from another world?

Forget it, forget it. Now I will go to the troll kingdom north of Kislev to find Didrik and ask him about the matter to find out whether my memories were implanted or forgotten.

Just as I pushed the door open, a rat man came up to me anxiously, took a deep breath and was about to speak.

"We have found the information you asked us to provide, Mousse, Mousse Norrestel, a dark elf dreadlord. Yes, she died in a battle in Ulthuan, and all subsequent information has been cut off."

This was the investigation that Windlow had asked the ratman doctor to conduct. Given the ratman's intelligence detection capabilities, it was naturally possible to collect intelligence from all over the world.

Even the Lahmia family sometimes hired ratmen to help them spy, and there were rumors that the owner of the Red Moon Tavern in Uberrick would also hire some rat-shaped beastmen to spy for him.

Everything proves one thing: the intelligence gathered by the ratmen cannot be false.

The rat man in front of him even wrote down the information, handed it to Windlow, and stood there.

The latter had no choice but to take out his wallet with a blank expression or even an empty head, and took out a bag of coins from it as a tip for the rat man who delivered the letter.

Mousse, dead, how is that possible?

She is a dark elf dread lord, destined to face various battles and dangerous situations, and the intensity of the war between the high elves and the dark elves has intensified.

Emotionally, Windlow didn't believe that all this was true, but reason told him that the Lord of Fear was not immortal.

"To Ulthuan, the sooner the better."

"Sir, we have no route to Ulthuan, and now that winter is approaching, the ships will not sail."

The boatman and his crew were loading supplies onto the ship. Once everything was stored, they would be able to survive the winter with the money they earned in the year.

Once spring comes, you can set sail and make money immediately without any additional preparation.

Windlow directly took out a bag of gold coins, then turned his pocket over, and the gold coins fell onto the table with a clatter, and there were so many that it was impossible to count them.

“Although it is best for ships not to go out to sea, it does not mean that they cannot go out to sea.”

The Norse captain immediately shouted something to the parrot on his shoulder, and the brightly colored bird immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

While flying, he spoke human words.

"Gather, set sail, assemble, set sail."

The sound echoed throughout the entire ship, and even the sailors who were fishing nearby received the news of the departure.

The gold coins swept away the gloom on each of their faces. Since the materials and supplies had already been prepared, there was almost no delay and the ship set sail immediately.

Where is Ulthuan? I don't know.

How long will it take? I don't know.

Is there any danger? That's for sure.

The Norse fleet is the only one in the world that is full of adventurous spirit. In addition to the incentive of gold coins, part of the reason they agreed to sail is due to their own adventurous nature.

What is Ulthuan? The legendary land of the elves.

Instead of spending this winter in a tavern, drinking boring liquor and listening to boring stories, it is better to go out and explore the world, even if it means death.

If there is no risk of death, can it still be called an adventure?

When the ship set sail from the port, the sailors' excitement and excitement were beyond words.

But they did have a question: where exactly was the legendary Ulthuan?

The Norscans are adventurous around the world, and they often visit the Empire, with Bretonnia also being a frequent focus.

Even Estalia and Tyrell aren't far away.

Although the Arabi area is not very convenient, it is not impossible to reach.

There were even Norse adventurers who traveled halfway across the world to reach the mysterious Lustria and establish a base.

The only thing that has never been landed on is Ulthuan, an island floating on the sea.

If you land on the Ossuan Islands, your name will become a legend in other people's stories. The honor and wealth you gain will inspire everyone's emotions.

Beyond emotions, reaching Ulthuan is not something that can be achieved by passion alone.

On the table in front of Wendlow was a world map drawn by the Norse people.

Although the inland is a bunch of shit, the markings of the coastline and waterways are up to the standards of an imperial cartographer.

Looking at the empty ocean, Windlow was also speculating on the exact location of Oshuan.

Having spent some time in Oshuan before, he was able to guess the longitude and latitude. In the vast ocean, Windlow successfully locked onto a range.

When Captain Norsca saw the destination marked by Windlow, even he, a Norscan, couldn't help but gasp.

"This is a reef area. Countless ships have wrecked and sunk here. Basically, no survivors can come back alive. The ship cemetery further south is safer than that reef area."

It seemed that the Norse captain was frightened by what they called the reef area.

Windlow would not give an order to send someone to their death.

"Then, when we get close to that place, give me a boat filled with five days' worth of supplies, and our contract will be concluded."

Facing this request, Captain Norsca's frown suddenly relaxed, he laughed and said: