Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

The land of the kingdom of Tyrell is basically rotten land.

There are either swampy areas or dangerous coasts beaten by waves, and there is basically no place to grow food.

Even the Tirell capital of Miragliano was a city built on land reclamation, and there was no way to build a city in the swamp area outside the city.

If you choose to build a village outside the city, the foundation must be dug at least ten meters deep to be stable.

Otherwise, when the rainy season comes, the soil will become soft and all the houses built will collapse.

Windlow stood on the muddy edge outside the city of Miragliano, looking at the site of his new home, which was called "Hope of the Elves".

Similarly, this name is full of elf creativity and artistry.

As Tyrell officials implied in their “enthusiastic” sales pitch, free land is never a free lunch.

This is a barren coastline next to a swamp. The terrain is low and the sea breeze carries a strange smell mixed with salt and rotting plants.

The soil under my feet turned an unsettling, all-consuming dark brown after the rain. It was soft to step on, and every step left a deep footprint.

Even more swampy than the one near Marienburg.

The elves' faces showed obvious worry and a hint of subtle contempt.

Accustomed to the magnificent scenery of Ulthuan and the ingenious planning of the Ratmen cities, their sense of superiority was severely shattered by reality when faced with this barren wasteland.

The high elf architects scowled at the soft foundation drawings, the dark elf warriors felt it was an insult to swing their swords in such a place, and the wood elves shook their heads at the sparse, sickly woods in the distance.

The three tribes of elves even united at this moment, believing that the culprit for all these results was Wendlow himself.

Disagreements began to grow among the various elven tribes like bubbles emerging from a swamp - arguments over site selection and conflicts over construction priorities were ultimately all attributed to doubts about the ability of Windloo, the human "decision-maker".

The book "On the Social Management and Conflict Reconciliation of Elf" left by the female rat man was heavy in Windlo's bag.

Facing the three tribes of elves, Windlow would recall that distant afternoon when he left the World's Edge Mountains and the dwarves earnestly advised him not to have anything to do with the elves.

"Everyone be quiet!"

Wendlow's voice was not loud, but it spread with the help of the steam-powered armor's chest resonator, drowning out the elves' chatter.

"Complaining won't change the mess. If this was good land, how could the Tyrells sell it for such a low price? Damn, I should have raised taxes on you a long time ago, you idiots!"

Elves are a twisted race. If you communicate with them in a nice way, you will be discriminated against by them.

But when you are in a high position and speak rudely, these pointed ears will immediately show a tendency to cooperate.

Windlow began the heavy organizational work, almost draining his energy and the sociological knowledge left by the female rat man.

The magical talents of the elves were used to treat the foundation, and the core area was planned to use a high-legged wooden pile structure, while the periphery used the swamp to form a natural barrier.

He divided the area and let different elf tribes take charge of the areas they were good at.

The High Elves are responsible for magical wards and elaborate architecture.

The dark elves are responsible for outer surveillance and fortifications.

Wood elves and some civilian elves are responsible for gathering and initial construction.

And in the process, he would occasionally praise the high elves' buildings and criticize the dark elves' patrols.

Or perhaps they praised the dark elves' response to the crisis and criticized the wood elves' laxity.

Or perhaps it was to recognize the contributions of the Wood Elves and criticize the disorder of the High Elves.

By intensifying the internal conflicts among the three tribes of elves, the ruling power was consolidated.

The steam-powered armor became the most conspicuous symbol of the colony. Windlow used it to move heavy logs, compact soft foundations, and even serve as a temporary crane.

By setting an example and diverting conflicts, the elves gradually came to a heartfelt recognition of this human's pragmatism and actual ability.

However, the calm lasted less than a month.

The first sign was an inexplicable decrease in food supplies.

The Elf Sentinel swore that he had not embezzled any money, at least not by so much, and that any embezzlement would be recorded.

As night began to pass, rustling and creepy scratching noises began to be heard coming from underground, and triangular symbols appeared on the doors of the houses, and the stored grains and cured meats began to disappear.

Finally, when several dark elves patrolling the edge of the swamp brought back several bloody corpses, the truth became apparent.

The high elves suspected that these were the corpses of dwarves because there was a lot of hair on the corpses and these creatures were very short.

The dark elves suspected that these were the bodies of dwarves because they had chased them all the way and killed them in the cave.

The Wood-elves objected, suspecting it was a Dwarf's body, for only Dwarves were in the habit of stealing and hoarding.

In the end, it was Wendlow who turned over the bloody corpse.

"Isn't this a rat man?"

They live in dug mud holes, with gray-black hair all over their bodies and an indescribable smell that is a mixture of rottenness and faint dimensional stone.

Most elves have never seen a rat-man.

Ulthuan is a floating archipelago, and the Skaven cannot tunnel to Ulthuan itself.

Naggaroth is a desolate place, and coupled with the dark elves' bloodthirsty nature, they often kill the enemy before they even know what the target is.

Under the Athel Loren Forest are tangled magical forest roots. Skaven dare not gnaw on these roots because they will eat them to supplement their nutrition.

"Under our feet."

Wendlow's voice was solemn.

"The Skaven are coming. This isn't harassment; it's a precursor to an invasion. They're scouting and preparing. I don't know what their plan is, but it's definitely not a good one. Yes, it's not a good one."

Based on his previous communication with the Chinese ratmen and the female ratmen, Windlow can be regarded as the imperial man who knows the ratmen best in the 2500 years of the empire, without a doubt.

The dark elf swordsman showed disdain, drew his sword and picked up the ratman's corpse

"Dirty underground rats? They're not even as powerful as an eight-year-old Hun child. One Druki can easily kill 100 ratmen."

For the first time, the High Elves agreed with what the Dark Elves said. This race, which was about the same height as the Dwarves, but not as strong as the Dwarves, and had thicker beards than the Dwarves, was not a threat.

Among the elves, only the wood elf Leslie seemed a little uneasy. She also boarded the ship quietly and only appeared in front of Windlow now.

As a wood elf born in the Forest of Athel Loren and often in contact with the humans of Bretonnia and the Empire, she has a deep understanding of the ratmen.

"Ratmen use magic."

As soon as these words were spoken, the high elves immediately calmed down. Although the high elves were proud and complacent, they would be extremely vigilant against any magical behavior.

"There are a lot of ratmen. According to the rangers, there are more than a million ratmen in just one hive."

Although it was obviously exaggerated, it calmed the dark elf down and made him stop laughing.

There are only more than a thousand dark elves heading to the "Hope of Elves". If a million ratmen come to attack, then each dark elf will have to deal with 1000 ratmen.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Wendlow once again realized that he had to rely on himself to find a solution.

Although he had only seen the ratmen's nest a few times, he had almost memorized the description of the ratmen's social structure and way of warfare in the female ratman's book.

"First, install iron bars in all storage rooms and reinforce the bottoms with iron plates! Store food in separate locations!"

"Second, establish ground and underground patrol teams and sound the alarm immediately if any problems are discovered!"

Finally, Windlow looked at everyone.

"I have to go to Miragliano and return in three days."

Construction was temporarily halted, and "Hope of the Elves" instantly entered the state that the elves were most accustomed to - the state of war.