Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Perhaps it's because the elves are born with excellent recovery and resistance abilities, or perhaps it's because of the training and superior life the Lord of Dread has received since childhood.

It may also be due to Wendlow's care and medical treatment. After a night of high fever, Mousse's fever subsided early the next morning.

Except that his body has not fully recovered, he is no longer in danger of death and can stand up and move around again.

Mousse also told Wendlow what happened to her along the way.

For military merit, honor, or perhaps wealth and status, she once again returned to Malekith's service and took back her original position as the Lord of Dread.

And led an army to confront the high elves head-on.

But the war between the elves was too intense.

Within the empire, although the electors often attacked each other, there was no blood feud between the lower-level soldiers.

If they win the war, there will be no massacre; if they lose the war, they will just use money to redeem the prisoners of war. Even one soldier may serve under multiple electors.

Dwarves will not engage in civil wars. Even if there is a dispute, it is a duel or an oath.

The only thing is the civil war among the elves, which is a never-ending war.

The High Elves and Dark Elves would not take prisoners of each other and would choose to kill them all.

The battle without surrender resulted in both sides fighting fiercely from beginning to end.

Plus, this is Ulthuan, the homeland of the High Elves, so of course the other side's resistance is very intense.

It is almost impossible for Mousse, an ordinary dread lord, to fight against the princess and prince of the inner circle of the high elves.

She was defeated again and returned with her defeated army.

Malekith would certainly not give her an extra chance. This was the rule of the dark elves: if you were capable, you would go up; if you were not, you would step down.

As punishment for his failure, Malekith of course cast the spell once more.

After becoming a Dread Lord, every Dark Elf, in addition to gaining status, honor and wealth, will also have an Iron Book embedded in his body.

This iron certificate can not only be used as proof of identity, but its most important function is of course to constantly urge oneself.

As long as a Dreadlord fails, or angers Malekith, the latter can melt the iron certificate embedded in the Dreadlord's body with just one spell.

The molten iron would burn right through the Dreadlord's body and internal organs, causing him to fall to the ground and die in agony.

However, Mousse was a nobody after all, so Malekith certainly didn't pay much attention to her.

He had long forgotten that when Naggaroth was resisting the Chaos invasion, Mousse's iron certificate was melted by him because he failed in the battle.

In the end, he was saved by a sorceress.

So when Mousse relied on Windlow's relationship and face to regain the status of Lord of Dread from Malekith, Malekith had already forgotten about the Iron Book.

During this period, Mousse became the only Dread Lord without the Iron Book in his body.

When she lost the battle and was cursed by Malekith, she pretended to be in great pain and struggled on the ground.

In the history of the Dark Elves, there has never been a Dread Lord who could withstand the damage of the Iron Book. The other Dark Elves present naturally had no doubts after seeing this scene.

They did not analyze the pretended pain on Mousse's face, and there was only fear of Malekith in each other's eyes.

Relying on disguise, after everyone left, Mousse's "corpse" was thrown into the corpse pit for simple disposal.

Taking advantage of the night, she climbed out of the deep pit. Fearing that she would be hunted down by Malekith, she fled into the mountains in one breath, where she struggled to survive for a long time.

Perhaps it was the favor of Lilith, the goddess of fate, or perhaps it was Windlow's determination not to give up on Mousse.

The former finally found Mousse, whose vitality was about to collapse, and gave her medical treatment and food at the last moment, completely pulling her back from the brink of death.

It doesn’t matter if the war is lost, as long as people are still alive.

Windlow bathed Mousse and combed her hair.

Whether for high elves, dark elves or wood elves, hair is a symbol of their vitality and status.

The hair of an elf is like the beard of a dwarf, reflecting the elf's status.

The tangled and dirty lavender hair was washed by Wendlow, who also changed Mousse into clean clothes.

This would allow her to completely get rid of the identity of a deserter or a defeated soldier, and she would no longer have to worry about whether she continued to lurk in the mountains or returned to the rear of the dark elves.

"Stop fighting. Let's go back to the empire and do business. This kind of civil war is neither meaningful nor beneficial. All I see is the two tribes of elves fighting each other for some weird reasons."

Of course Windlow doesn't like war. How could a businessman like war?

"The empire also had civil wars, but they were not fought like this. And if such a civil war broke out among you, what would the elven gods be doing? The most stable way to make a living is to run a business and make money."

However, Mousse shook off Windlow's hand and kept a certain distance. At the same time, his eyes gradually changed from initial fear to hatred.

"it was all your fault!"

She pointed at Wendlow and roared loudly, as if expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Do business! Do business! Do bullshit business!"

"If I hadn't followed you on business trips for the past few years, my fighting ability wouldn't have dropped so quickly!"

"Long-term travel and lack of motivation from fighting and blood are the only reasons that have caused my fighting power to decline."

"If it weren't for the lack of training in those years, I wouldn't have been defeated so badly in the previous battle!"

"I should win, I must win. The biggest reason why I didn't win is you!"

For a race that lives on war, the dark elves naturally believe in the life principle of either victory or death.

Mousse also knew that his strength had declined a lot during the time he followed Windlow on business trips, which led to his defeat in the battle.

"This is all your fault! Now, we owe each other nothing and go our separate ways. You do your business, and I'll do my fighting!"

Then Mousse picked up the luggage that Wendlow had prepared for her a long time ago, and turned back to glare at her one last time before leaving.

"Let's do our own jobs well and stop affecting each other."

After saying that, even though the wounds on his body had not fully healed, Mousse still walked down the mountain without looking back.

And watching all this, Windlow could only stand there.

He had no reason to chase after her, nor any words to say.

Mousse has obviously determined her own path, and anyone who stands in her way will naturally be completely hostile to her.

At this time, Windlow was the only one left in the forest, looking at the sun rising higher and higher, not knowing what to do.