Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

In the tavern room, Windlow and Mousse sat on the bed together. The former's hand holding the pen sketched on the parchment, and it turned out to be a map with the correct proportions.

The latter always held an oil lamp to illuminate every corner of the map.

"Windlow, let me tell you something first. If we can't resolve this matter within a week, we might as well go grab a ticket."

"Listen to the intelligence first and then make a judgment."

Then, following the position of the finger, the story of the entire Northwest Tomb was told.

It was a very ancient tomb, dating back to the earliest days of the Chieftains of Styria.

As in other provinces of the empire, burial ceremonies were held for the dead here.

The small hill in the northwest is a good burial place. The soft soil makes digging easy, it is far away from the river so it won't pollute the water source, and the forest is sparse so you won't get lost.

The most important thing is that there are no beastmen causing trouble, and the buried dead will not be dug out and eaten.

Over the course of hundreds of years, the Northwest Tombs have accumulated a large number of corpses and bones, from the poor to the rich.

Occasionally, we hear of the dead returning to the world of the living, and of zombies and skeletons rising from their graves during the evil moon.

But the most common situation in northwest tombs is rampant tomb robbers.

After all, it has been a public cemetery for hundreds of years, and there will definitely be new discoveries every time you dig there.

Most of the places have been hollowed out by tomb robbers, but a few areas are still hidden.

Occasionally, some small guys would go there to try their luck.

"You mean this mission is safe? The scalper's brother really was in danger there. It's a very simple mission. I have no problem with it."

Mousse moved his wrist, stretched out two fingers to crush the oil lamp, and then rubbed the oil lamp to light it with his bare hands.

This means that most of her strength has been restored.

However, in front of someone like Windlo who has taught himself medicine for a long time, he can see the true health condition of the dark elf at a glance.

If we assume that Mousse's health points are 1000 when he is at his healthiest, then now it is just over 800. He has not fully recovered, but he can still continue to fight.

If he wears the complete Dark Elf Plate Armor, his maximum health is 4000. As for Windlo, his current health is estimated to be only 200.

If you go to the northwest tomb now, you will definitely not encounter any particularly big threats.

Even if there is, Mousse can easily handle it, and the most important thing is that as an imperial merchant, Windlow does not only do legitimate business.

If you accidentally find some valuable burial objects in the tomb, you can make a small fortune. Why not do it?

"If you're going to rob a tomb, all the items are small. The carriage is a burden. Don't bring too much stuff. The food is only enough for two days. You need to bring your own drinking water. Set out in the hazy morning tomorrow. Wear a mask."

Windlow has already arranged everything, no matter how big or small, which is why Mousse likes him.

Someone who can make all the plans and coordinate how to implement them is a good candidate for a staff position.

Then he pulled the quilt and lay on his side.

"Sleep and rest."

Mousse came closer and asked into Wendlow's ear.

"Save energy?"

"Of course we have to save our energy."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mousse squeezed over and completely occupied the entire bed, leaving only a narrow space.

Okay, okay, okay. The main thing is that Mousse is the fighting force in the future, so she needs to have a good rest. Even if she hugs me tightly from behind, I can only shake my head and accept it.

I slept quite comfortably that night. The Dark Elf Dreadlord was not as wary of Windlow as before.

There is no need to go through any sudden tests of loyalty, and most importantly, there is no need to take turns to keep watch in the city.

Being able to sleep peacefully all night is actually a blessing.

The next morning, before the morning mist had dissipated, Mousse put on a black mask. The Lord of Dread showed a satisfied expression after breathing the air through the mask.

It's a pity that this thing doesn't have the smell of blood, but in other aspects it is very similar to the Iron Mask of the Lord of Dread.

Walking quickly forward, you can already see the watchtower high up, a very ancient human building.

The watchtower looked more like the work of a vampire, but the skull carved on it indicated that this was the territory of the god of death, Morr.

When facing the god representing death, Mousse kept a low profile for a rare time. Following behind Windlo, the two slowly walked down the hillside, only one step away from the tomb in front.

Then Mousse patted Wendlow on the shoulder and raised two fingers.

This is a marching order commonly used by the dark elves. As the Lord of Dread, Mousse naturally has a long experience in leading troops.

Out of control over Windlow, she was more than happy to educate the man on the tactics and battle strategies of the Dark Elves.

The meaning of these two fingers is very simple, one in front and one behind, two meters apart, moving forward alternately.

Because the dark elves often fight against the high elves, they like to adopt this kind of fighting method.

Since they do not have the range of the High Elf archers, the Dark Elf crossbowmen usually charge with shields, create an attack area in the rain of arrows, and then provide covering fire.

At the same time, friendly forces behind will also move forward, and the two sides will take turns to provide cover.

Mousse walked ahead and slowly pushed open the ancient wooden door of the tomb. He took a quick glance at the structure inside and then stretched out a finger.

Windlow also hurried to catch up and groped his way to the front of Mousse to make sure his feet and head were safe, and that the stone bricks next to him were not switches for hidden weapons.

The two of them took turns covering each other and moved forward, and they had already reached the center of the tomb.

The good news is that no people or undead creatures were found, and the bad news is the same. Logically, there must be other tomb robbers lurking here.

At this moment, the passages in front and behind were suddenly blocked by thick stone slabs, and the coffins on both sides were all opened from the inside.

Pair of hands stretched out from the coffin, and then eight people stood in front of them and completely surrounded the two.

"Hey, I was able to catch some fat fish. It looks like the scalpers in Niedling City can make some money again."

What crawled out of the coffin were not skeletons or zombies, but tomb robbers who had been lying in ambush.

After the tomb was basically emptied, this group of tomb robbers began to target other tomb robbers.

Just by spreading the news, you can attract other greedy guys over, and then use your familiarity with the tomb to set traps and easily capture others alive.

After capturing them alive, using unique torture methods, they can make the victims obediently hand over all their property.

Mousse smiled slightly. He didn't expect that these tomb robbers had so many tricks and even collaborated with scalpers to commit this kind of fraud.

The dark elves are tired of using promises to lure others into traps and then plunder them.

"Eight people, right? You all have to die."