Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

When defending against wild beasts, just sleep next to a campfire and keep the flame on to scare away all the beasts.

But when it comes to defending against intelligent creatures, a campfire is more like a target.

If you stand near a campfire, you will be attacked by intelligent creatures through various means and die.

So Windlow was very cautious and careful and lay down in a pit under the cover of night, making sure not to expose his body.

At the same time, traps were left in the light of the campfire.

Food is used to deal with possible refugees who may be hungry.

Gold coins are used to deal with the bandits and bullies who have fled into the mountains.

A letter scroll, used to deal with possible spies.

After everything was ready, Wendlow fell into a light sleep.

The unicorn was also very smart. He squatted down against a tree, took a quick nap first, and then thought about how to hold on for the second half of the night.

It was late at night, and the only sounds around were the chirping of insects and the crackling of flames.

All you can see is the moon rising to the middle of the sky, revealing a ray of light that can illuminate the road.

It was also at this time that it was Unicorn's turn to be on duty.

Just as Windlow was about to get up from the pit to wake up the unicorn, a sound of footsteps immediately woke up his sleepiness.

There were very light but chaotic footsteps, and only one person was running towards this place.

It sounded like he was intentionally slowing down his pace, but he seemed to feel that time was precious.

Windlo was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. This life-threatening sound made him at a loss as to what to do. Running away was not an option, and staying where he was was even more terrifying.

Finally, the footsteps reached my ears, and their true appearance was revealed under the light of the campfire.

It was a humanoid creature, obviously an elf, with tattered armor and dried blood on its body. It pounced on the food and began to swallow it in big gulps.

It was not until this time that Windlow determined the other party's identity.

It looked like a remnant of an elven soldier. He either deserted during the elven civil war and came to the mountains, or he was injured and fainted in the war, and no one cleaned up the battlefield, giving him time to wake up.

When the war situation was unknown, they went into the mountains to take refuge.

At least we can tell that the guy escaped alone and did not join a group of defeated soldiers to become a wandering bandit or a wandering legion.

The defeated soldiers or deserters are the most dangerous existence in this world. These ruthless guys may even massacre an entire village for a meal.

There is absolutely no order or logic.

And it is still impossible to tell whether that guy is a dark elf or a high elf. If he is a high elf, that would be better, at least we can negotiate with him after he calms down.

What I fear most is the dark elf deserters. If they are discovered, I will definitely be in trouble.

I could only pray silently in my heart that the guy would finish the food and leave quickly so that I could sleep peacefully.

It was obvious that the deserter or the defeated soldier had not eaten for a long time, and he was eating like a ferocious beast.

While eating, the guy actually started crying.

It looks like a deserted army. Deserters have no sense of honor and values ​​after abandoning their teammates. Only deserters will shed tears after they are safe out of sympathy for their allies or out of guilt.

But that crying sounded very familiar. Could it be that the crying of all elves sounded the same?

With doubts, Windlow slowly moved forward, crawling at the edge of the campfire, trying to observe the guy from all angles.

When he crawled to the unicorn, it also woke up. The man and the unicorn looked at each other and knew what the situation was.

The man and the unicorn slowly crawled forward together, so as to get close to the campfire while the elf was eating.

The best way is to take your things, slowly leave this guy, and go to another place to wait for dawn.

But that face covered in dirt and blood stains seemed like something I had seen somewhere before.

If you shout out at this moment, you will definitely put yourself in danger.

But if he didn't shout, the man's identity would always remain an unsolved mystery in Windlow's heart.

"Moose! Moose Norrestel! Is that you, Moose?"

As soon as these words were spoken, regardless of whether they were right or wrong, the defeated elf army stopped all their actions, took out their broken swords and looked around.

"Who? Who is it? Who are you?!"

The voice shouted out with a hint of trembling.

This voice made the last stone in Wendlow's heart fall to the ground.

He stepped from the shadows into the light of the campfire, revealing himself to the fleeing elven host.

"Moose, it's me, Wendlow."

When the two met, it seemed like a long, long time had passed since they met.

The defeated elf was Mousse, who was confirmed dead by the ratman intelligence organization.

After she confirmed that the person in front of her was really Windlow and that there was no trace of Kane's assassin, her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

The whole person fell directly to the ground like a puppet without strings.

Wendlow hurried over, sat on the ground and helped Mousse up, then simply cleaned her mouth and nose, and then held her in his arms.

The physiological signs are weak, and it is a blessing to be alive.

The external wounds were only partially healed, the internal injuries could not be determined, there was malnutrition and massive blood loss.

The unicorn brought back some herbs, and Windlow quickly laid Mousse's body flat to avoid secondary injury.

Then he took off all her clothes.

"With the degree of trauma and her current state of unconsciousness, I would definitely think she was dead."

Use boiled hot water to clean all the wounds of Mousse.

Then observe each injured part, pour a little strong liquor to disinfect the serious places, then apply the herbs chewed by the unicorn to the wound, and finally use clean and breathable cloth as a bandage.

After treating all the wounds on Mousse's body, Wendlow encountered a more difficult situation.

Reaching out and touching his forehead, he could feel that Mousse had a severe high fever, which was not a good situation.

It is impossible to determine whether it is an internal infection, inflammation, or poisoning or plague.

All I can do is let her lie there quietly and hope she can spend this night safely.

After putting her on the blanket, Windlow had done everything he could.

At the same time, wet a piece of your own cloth and place it on Mousse's head to cool it down as much as possible.

The most important thing is that Mousse has now lost all consciousness.

Within the Empire, doctors and nurses at the Temple of Salia require that seriously injured patients not fall asleep.

Because many times, a person is still alive by holding on to a breath of air. As long as this breath is released, it will be very dangerous.

Now no matter how I called Mousse, I couldn't wake her up.

And such a night is endless.