Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

A good businessman should anticipate all situations and execute plans meticulously.

Windlow does.

The raging fire in the town naturally alerted everything in the surrounding forest.

There are wanted bandits, cultists lurking in the forest, and of course beastmen and green-skinned goblins, and even some Chaos Affairs Officers who have lurked here in advance.

Appointed by the current Chaos Army Commander-in-Chief, Archaon, he went on horseback to the heart of the empire to gather intelligence.

They were very fast, but there was something even faster than them.

That guy had even reached the outskirts of the town when Windlow launched the charge, hanging on a huge ancient tree with one hand and watching the whole process.

There was an incredible look of amazement in this guy's eyes.

A human being, an ordinary human being, who has not undergone any strengthening or transformation, let alone systematic training and cultivation.

Without the protection of spells or secret treasures, he simply relied on his flesh and blood to withstand the poisonous gas of Nurgle.

The guy on the tree sensed the various creatures approaching from all around, and then slowly hid his breath in the forest, but his heart could not calm down for a long time.

If I had to endure that level of Nurgle's poisonous gas, even I would definitely cough a few times.

The most important thing is that he seems to be able to absorb any magical attack and bounce it back without any discount.

Nurgle's plagues are essentially life magic.

If he had used fire magic, he could have easily ignited the Nurgle Plague and countered the damage, just as he had set the fire in the first place, but fire repels everything and cannot absorb life magic.

If he used light magic, no, that's not right. Light magic will only guide the direction of life magic and cannot be strengthened or absorbed.

If he had used beast magic, his body would definitely have undergone a beast transformation reaction, and he shouldn't have fainted so easily.

After this period of deduction, the guy hanging on the tree finally came up with the most reasonable and perfect explanation.

"Interesting little thing, you seem to be a vessel."

"Absorb all magical winds and then bounce them back, becoming immune to all magical damage and having the ability to invisibly reflect all magical creations."

"If a magical creation has flesh and blood, like the Beast of Nurgle, a Chaos creation formed by the decay of flesh and blood and then strengthened by the winds of magic, it will also be unable to cause any damage to him except physical damage."

"Wait, absorbing magic..."

The guy on the tree slowly turned into a human figure and placed his right hand on the tree trunk. In an instant, all the trees in the forest seemed to sense a slight green energy.

On Wendlow's side, he was being carried out of the town by two people.

The retreat route was very covert, avoiding all roads and wide areas.

One branch after another kept sweeping across Windlo's face, and the leaves kept making scraping sounds on his face, transmitting a faint green energy. The others no longer cared too much and continued to shuttle through the leaf-covered path.

The unconscious Windlow fell into a dream.

Scarlet heat, dark green stench, deep blue abyss, dark purple flowers.

The shouts of the soldiers and all sense of reality that he had heard before he was unconscious faded away, replaced by a tranquility that felt like being in a boundless ancient forest.

The crowns of towering ancient trees blocked the sky, leaving only mottled green spots of light.

The air was filled with the scent of earth, rotten leaves and an indescribable, fresh, vital smell.

Windlow dreamed that he was standing in a clearing in the woods. He found that his body was light and the severe pain and fullness in his right arm disappeared.

However, the voice that seemed to come from the depths of the soul was now clearer and wilder.

"mortal."

The sound was like the sound of waves blowing through the forest, ancient and low, with a natural rhythm and unquestionable majesty.

It did not belong to any language that Windlow knew, but he had no difficulty understanding its meaning.

"You have witnessed how the tentacles of the God of Decay have tainted the land."

The scene in the dream changed, and the forest under my feet suddenly became sticky, as if I was instantly in a foul-smelling swamp.

He saw the burning infected towns, the withered forests of the Brass Mountains, the wriggling nematodes and green biofilms beneath the earth.

These images flashed by quickly and finally stopped at the outline of the golden wall, which seemed solid but actually looked extremely small in front of the boundless chaotic energy at the end of the sky.

"You have witnessed the struggle of the human kingdom. Such a great struggle, but in vain."

The scene changed again, and he even felt the cold in his dream.

He witnessed the fall of Kislev, where the Snow Queen of the Snow Court and the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church argued endlessly with each other, and neither side united until the city of Kislev fell completely.

He saw the Norse village, all the men boarded the ship with weapons in hand, while the women offered all the supplies and food.

The slender dragon boats even formed a huge fleet, living on the ground like locusts, waiting for the moment to cover the sky and the sun.

He saw deep underground, the Skaven were like a boiling black tide, waiting for Chaos and the Empire to suffer mutual destruction, and then they would emerge from the ground to reap the benefits.

He even vaguely saw a terrifying figure further north, wearing a Chaos Crown and holding a Demonic Sword of Destruction. It was none other than the Eternal Chosen.

The Eternal Chosen of Chaos was standing at the supervisory position on the golden city wall. He then raised his head. The three eyes of the Eternal Chosen seemed to penetrate the dream and stared at Windlow for a moment, causing the latter's soul to tremble.

"The last line of defense is about to collapse, and the surging undercurrent is unstoppable. The old world is doomed to fall."

The voice was calm and almost cruel, stating a fact that seemed to be an established fact.

"Resistance is futile. Even the gods of humanity cannot protect themselves. Mortal swords and walls are no different from dry winter grass in the face of true darkness."

A feeling of despair began to spread, but the voice did not stop.

“But life always finds a way, like a creeping vine.”

“Abandon meaningless sacrifices, abandon this land destined to be swallowed by darkness. Lead those you can lead and escape from the old world.”

The voice became more and more penetrating, as if carrying a natural charm, making Wendlow tremble and sweat profusely in his dream as if he had a high fever.

"This is... the only way to survive. Remember..."

The dream began to blur, and the scene of the forest faded away like the receding tide.

Wendlow suddenly opened his eyes and started coughing violently.

He was still being carried by two soldiers as they made their way through the dark forest. The red marks on his cheeks from leaves scratching him burned, and the strange feeling in his right arm returned.

But every scene and every word in the dream were engraved in his mind like a brand.

"Sir! You have a high fever!"

The militiaman next to him spoke anxiously, but his tone gradually calmed down, and he handed over a piece of green herbs that looked like they had been chewed.

"Fortunately, we Hawke people know how to deal with plagues that can cause high fevers."

Wendlow did not move. He gasped heavily, digesting the huge and terrifying information and recalling his previous dream.

Is it a dream? Dreams are, most of the time, a reflection of one's inner thoughts. As the saying goes, "What you think about during the day you dream about at night." Dreams are merely a supplement to reality.

Is the Golden Wall doomed to fall? Is the empire doomed to fall? Is resistance futile?

To be honest, deep down in his heart, Wendlow really thought so.

After the Norscans gathered their forces and Kislev fell like a whirlwind, and then there was the Chaos army outside the Golden Wall.

He had long since determined that there was no way to stop this Chaos invasion.

His businessman's instinct made him weigh the pros and cons. If the investment was destined to lose all the money, then it would be wise to cut the loss in time and look for new markets.

Perhaps my dream is to tell myself such a thing, and my subconscious mind may have already made a judgment.

“Stop…”

He spoke weakly, then swallowed the green herb.

The team slowly stopped, and everyone looked at him. The captain walked over quickly, his face full of worry and questioning.

Windlow struggled to stand up. He was not seriously injured, but he had to lean on a tree for support.

His eyes swept over the soldiers in front of him who were tired, frightened but still following him.

A cold, pragmatic decision that went against all his previous beliefs took shape in his mind.

"Change of plans."

Windlow's voice was still hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable determination, a determination different from the madness he had when he fought against the Nurgle beast before.

It is more like the final decision made by a businessman after reviewing the bankruptcy liquidation book countless times.

"We are not going to look for any frontline troops, nor are we going back to the Golden Wall."

The soldiers looked at each other, confused.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Wendlow took a deep breath of the cold and polluted air and slowly uttered a word:

"Heading to..."