Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"Whatever you saw doesn't matter anymore."

Such a clear female voice came into Wendlow's left ear, swirled in his brain, and almost turned his entire brain into a paste.

"It's just a pity that a human like you could have made a good slave if you were kept."

However, the dark elf overlooked the most critical point.

Their tribe loves to torture others before killing them. The miserable cries from the victims are the dark elves' favorite beautiful music.

So she just put the dagger on Wendlow's neck but didn't cover his mouth.

At this time, Windlow still had a glimmer of hope.

In terms of combat power and fighting skills, only the Bretonnian men can compete with the Dark Elves among humans.

The humans of Kislev and Norse are powerful, but lack combat skills and will be manipulated by the Dark Elves.

As an imperial citizen like me, I have neither fighting power nor fighting skills. There is definitely no point in resisting. Elbow strikes, monkey stealing peaches, grabbing a dagger and counterattacking are all jokes.

Perhaps the Imperial Greatswordsman could do it, but a weakling like Windlow couldn't complete any attack moves.

Now the only thing that can save him is his mouth.

Would shouting loudly attract the patrolling Imperial soldiers?

This is meaningless. Although shouting out may attract the patrolling imperial soldiers, when they come over, they can only collect my body.

"Kane is on top."

At this critical moment of life and death, Windlow's brain worked very quickly.

When these words came out of his mouth, the dark elf behind him was very confused.

Cain, the god of the elves, is the elven god of violence, war, cruelty, bloodshed, destruction and murder.

Every elf will pray to such a god before the battle begins, hoping to receive the god's blessing and have greater power in the battle.

In the eyes of the dark elves, Cain's status is above all gods, and it is naturally the belief of the dark elf behind him.

"Interesting, very interesting."

The dark elf behind him laughed, and the dagger in his hand loosened a little. Only then did Windlo feel a tiny crack on his neck caused by the dagger, and blood was oozing out slightly.

It was a close call. If the dark elf had been a little stronger, I would have died just now.

"I would like to hear why you, a human being, believe in our great Kane."

After getting a little away from danger, Windlow had some time to rest. He knew the entire history of the elves, so he could naturally clearly give the most appropriate reason.

"Kane taught us to stop killing with killing, to stop war with war, to pay attention to the artistry of killing and the beauty of war, and to let the fittest survive."

The dagger had completely left Windlo's neck, and the dark elf behind him slowly muttered the last words.

"That's right, survival of the fittest."

Then he patted Windlow's shoulder heavily, which made him stagger and turn around. He saw the dark elf up close, with a stern face looking down at him.

She has long lavender hair, dark purple eyes, and a beautiful face, but with a scar on her left eye. She is not wearing any armor, only a thin leather armor.

The height of the whole person reached a terrifying 1 meters. If the ear was included, the whole person would be even 8 meters tall.

Windlow had indeed heard that elves were taller and stronger than humans, but this terrifying height difference still shocked him.

In comparison, this guy's chest is not big, and his limbs are not thick, and the overall figure is very balanced.

One can tell at a glance that she is a dark elf who is well-trained and has fought on the battlefield. Her status must be high, and she might even be a big shot.

"Moose, Moose Norrestel, the former Dark Elf Dread Lord, failed in his fight against the Witch King and fled to your human world."

These words came out from the lavender lips of the dark elf named Mousse. Apart from a hint of sweetness, they were like a cold wind blowing from the ice and snow, forcing its way into Windlow's brain.

"Wendalo, surnamed Wen, is a traveling merchant from the Empire. He comes from a small village in the south. His goal is to become a millionaire through traveling for business."

Since the dark elf named Mousse has revealed her family background, Windlo must tell the truth. However, there is one thing he doesn't understand. Why did the dark elf tell her story? Are they all lies?

Mousse naturally also saw the confusion on Windlo's face. Elves have stronger senses and observation abilities than humans, and she would not miss any slightest expression.

"Because I need your help. I am an elf and cannot move freely in your human land. And you are my greatest helper."

"how can I help you?"

"It's very simple. You continue to do business and make money. We will split the profits 70% to 30%. You keep 3% and I take 7%. This is the greatest favor the dark elves can give you."

It was the first time that Wendlow had seen someone speak the word blackmail so openly.

After all, in the eyes of the dark elves, other races except the elves are just slaves, and preventing the slaves from starving to death is the greatest kindness of the dark elves.

What Mousse said did make sense. For the dark elves, being able to allow slaves to retain one-third of their property was indeed the greatest favor.

But how?

"I still have to run my business. If I give you all the money, where will the capital come from? How can I buy goods? How can I earn more by doing manual labor than running a business?"

"what?"

It was the first time that Mousse heard of resistance from the human race. They actually dared to refuse the 30:70 split he offered. This guy was quite interesting.

"Then what do you want to do?"

After all, this is still human land, which is very different from Naggaroth where the dark elves live.

"I'm not your slave, but we can set up a company. I'll be in charge of the business, and you'll be in charge of security."

"Me? Security, haha, I haven't heard such arrogant words in almost a hundred years."

"No, no, no, think about it. If you lie still every day, won't your fighting ability decline? I am the bait, responsible for luring the enemy over to train your fighting skills."

What Windlow said really touched Mousse's heart. If he didn't fight for a long time, his fighting ability would indeed decline. This was what the dark elves were most worried about.

In this case, it would be fine to do security work. After killing someone in self-defense, you can also avoid being wanted and hunted by the Sigma Empire.

I have figured out this problem for the time being, but if I want to accumulate enough strength to return to Naggaroth, where will the huge amount of wealth come from?

Mousse knew very well that a human slave could not make much money.

"Then let's not discuss the distribution of wealth. How do you make money? I need you to make a lot of money for me."