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"Imperial, how much do you know about Ulthuan's climate?"

It is quite normal for Captain Norsca to ask such a question.

Contrary to what most people think, the climate of the Norse Peninsula is not the usual frozen land.

From north to south, they are Chaos Wasteland, Wasteland, Icefield, Mountains, Ocean, Island, and Temperate Zone.

Therefore, the Norse people have an extremely sensitive talent for the environment and excellent adaptability. Although the place they are in now is an island, every Norse person feels uncomfortable.

"Enchanted forests and temperate island climates."

Of course, Windlow had been to Ulthuan before, so he was naturally familiar with the climate here.

However, since Captain Norsca asked, Windlow could explain more.

"Because the center of the Ulthuan Islands is a huge vortex that absorbs magic, the climate here is uncertain."

As Windlow had said, in the land of Ulthuan, the climate of one place could vary greatly.

It will have a great impact on other races except elves.

Fast-growing plants can become towering trees in a day if left unattended.

Even if the greenskin corpses are not burned, new mushrooms and goblins will not grow in the ground.

All Chaos forces are weakened when they reach this land.

If you don't follow the road, you might get lost forever in all kinds of strange forests.

Just as Windlow said, when the team gathered at night, three sailors were missing.

As the most experienced sailors among the Norscans, they are able to easily deal with any natural threats that may exist.

Every sailor is a strong person who can survive alone in the wild for several months.

The disappearance of those three people only proves that everything Windlow said was right, the elves' island is not safe.

Now we just need to set up camp, collect enough wood and supplies, and then build a ship and return to the Norse Peninsula immediately. This is the most important thing.

The adventure was over, and no further advance into the Ulthuan Islands was possible. Now the Norscan captain only needed to pass on the means of reaching Ulthuan.

At night, the Norse sailors of course established a system of watches and patrols.

A pair of hands slapped Wendlow's face, waking him from his sleep.

Could it be that we encountered some strange weather anomalies at night and we need to check it out ourselves?

But as soon as I opened my eyes, I was so shocked that I immediately lost all my sleepiness.

The person squatting before him was not a Norse sailor, but an elf.

However, this surprise only lasted for a second, and he calmed down after a while.

Ulthuan is an island of the elves. Every tree and blade of grass on it is under their control. Any outsider will naturally be discovered by them at the first opportunity.

I was too careless. I dared to sleep so peacefully on the first night in an unfamiliar environment.

Since the elf in front of him didn't slash his neck with a knife while he was sleeping, it naturally meant that there was still hope and the other party could negotiate.

"I'm the boss here."

The first step is of course to establish united front values, to show that you have certain value, and there is no need to kill them right away.

"Windlow?"

"Ok?"

The other party also took out a torch, lit it, and his face could be seen clearly in the firelight.

"Leslie?"

He couldn't tell from the voice, but as soon as he saw the face, Wendlow naturally remembered everything.

Leslie, the youngest wood elf he had ever seen, whom he had met before on the outskirts of the Athel Loren Forest.

Because she witnessed the secret of Orion's immortality, she fled Athel Loren with Mousse and Windlow in fear.

When the two of them stopped in Ulthuan, the wood elf stayed there. They didn't expect to meet each other under such circumstances today.

Windlo could finally put his mind at ease. He sat up from the ground and supported his head which had just recovered from fear and fatigue.

After explaining why he came here, he asked Leslie about what happened in Ossuan.

From the young wood elf's exaggerated body language and various strange expressions, Windlow understood everything that had happened in Ulthuan after he left.

Of course, the elven civil war broke out.

Malekith, who occupied the Kingdom of Nagaryth north of Ulthuan, would certainly not stop. He was destined to move south to occupy the entire Ulthuan.

The High Elves in the south naturally would not allow this, and they have been thinking about how to drive the Dark Elves back to the sea completely.

The brief peace between the two sides only made the subsequent fighting more intense. The civil war had already broken out in full swing.

"So, what about Moose? Moose Norrestel, where is she?"

Windlow didn't want to know the specific details of the elf civil war. After seeing Leslie, his first reaction was to ask where Mousse was.

"Moose, I don't know. The battle was terrible. Many Dread Lords died in Duruchi, and many princes and princesses died in Asur."

Leslie's answer seemed to give Windlow complete peace of mind.

Yes, there are always casualties in war.

Whether it's the Empire or Kislev, whether it's Bretonnia or the Dwarves, whether it's the Elves or the Orcs, war is not just about soldiers.

Senior generals of each race will go directly to the battlefield, and the death rate of nobles and lords is not low.

Death is more like a sparse and ordinary thing. If a dreadlord can live to die of old age, it is indeed the only miracle in the world.

Leslie, the taciturn wood elf, just stood there waiting for Windlow to fall into a long daze.

By the time Windlow came to his senses and realized that Leslie was still sitting in front of him, it was almost dawn.

"Where are you from? Can you take me there?"

"It's the city you built before. It seems that a rat is still in power. Let's go."

This wood elf is quick to leave. She doesn't care how Wendlow came here, nor does she care who the Norsca with him is.

In order to avoid more problems, Windlow simply went to Captain Norsca's tent, left a simple letter, and followed Leslie.

Under her guidance, they passed through various strange forests and roads. After passing three guide stones, a fog appeared in front of them.

The wood elf cleared away the fog and led Windlow through the endless fog that only elves could pass through.

What now appeared in front of the two was a coastline and a well-built coastal city.

"We're here, but there are still a few things to do before we enter the city. These are policies set by that rat, and all races must follow them."

"Which mouse?"

"It's the rat that followed you and Mousse before, but you still have to abide by the policies set by that rat."