Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

On the shore, Windlow kept vomiting water. It was not like he couldn't swim, and it was totally unnecessary for Mousse to kick him.

He beat his chest hard and vomited water, and he also coughed for a long time.

"Shake off the water and walk a few more steps. The fog is very thick and the enemies on the opposite side are all heavily armored and will not pursue you."

On the other side, Mousse had already shaken off the excess water on his body and pulled Windlow into the depths of the forest.

Wendlow also hurried to catch up, not caring about the itchiness in his eyes caused by water, and took two steps at a time.

"You're right, but what if the mess is really big?"

Maybe it's a crow's mouth, but more likely it's due to experience.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the barking of hunting dogs behind him, and the group of bandits had indeed caught up with him.

Fortunately, after the two jumped over the river once, the smell on their bodies had completely dissipated, and they had shaken off the water droplets on their bodies. The hunting dogs were able to chase them to the maximum distance.

But this entire forest must be the territory of this group of bandits. Walking in someone else's territory is risky at any time, so the only thing we can do is keep moving forward.

The fog and the forest completely obscured their direction and the way forward. The two could only push aside the branches and move forward like headless flies.

"You're good at killing people, but you need to be better trained in escaping."

Three bandits appeared in front of the two of them at some point, fully armed and wearing steel armor. For Windlow and Mousse, who lacked armor-piercing damage, there was no way to hurt the enemy at all.

"No need to notify others. There are only two of them. We can easily defeat them."

Three bandits holding harpoons slowly formed a circle and surrounded them.

They were wearing heavy armor, while Windlow and Mousse were wearing light armor, so they could indeed escape at this time.

But there is no use in running away, as the enemy can easily catch up by taking advantage of the terrain. When the time comes, there is no option of escape, and the entire army will be wiped out.

“Hu…Hu…”

Wendlow continued to calm his breathing and exerted force with his hands in secret.

Since he was able to control necromancy before, there would be no problem in raising a few skeletons now.

Use terrifying undead creatures to scare the enemy, and use Mousse's first attack to kill one.

Although this will not kill all three enemies, it will be able to defeat them and buy time to escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was as if the necromancy magic had failed, and Windlow had no way of summoning skeletons.

Or maybe he was not a wizard at all, and he was able to control the skeletons before because of the influence of some treasure or special conditions.

Even so, we cannot lose in momentum.

Wendlow still raised his hands and pretended to have a cold look.

"To tell you the truth, I am actually a necromancer. I didn't take action on the boat just now because I was worried about the presence of witch hunters. Since the three of you are chasing me and want to die, I will not be polite."

Words do have power, and these words immediately made the three bandits take a few steps back.

But then their steps stabilized again. After all, they were bandits and were brought up to be scared.

"Stop scaring me. You said you are a necromancer? Ha, summon your skeletons. We can kill you without witch hunters. It is said that necromancers are very rich."

"Yes, yes, yes. And if we kill the Necromancer, we can also go to the Sigmar Church to claim the reward."

"Don't be ridiculous, this guy is trying to bluff us. He can't be a wizard."

Windlow did not continue to show off his bravery. He looked to the side and saw that Mousse was already fighting in a flanking manner. He needed to continue to attract the attention of the three bandits.

"Ha, come out, my summon!"

As soon as these words were spoken, amid the loud laughter of the three bandits, a black shadow rushed out from the forest and knocked the three heavily armored bandits to the ground.

"I'm a fucking battering ram."

The figure was wearing the red and white half-armor uniform of the Reikland Provincial Army and a sturdy steel helmet of the Imperial Provincial Army.

Great, it’s the Imperial Provincial Army. As long as I show myself to be a local merchant, I can get the protection of the soldiers.

According to the custom of Lord Rick, the merchant would just pay for the soldier's drinks in the tavern at night, so it wouldn't be considered a loss of money at all.

But when the imperial soldier turned around, he suddenly called out a familiar name.

"Windlow? Is that you?"

"Krupp, it's really you. Didn't you go to Grunberg to join the army?"

That’s right, the Imperial Provincial Army encountered here was none other than Windlow’s fellow countryman, Marcus Kruppler, who was eight or nine years older than him.

"Ah? Isn't this near Glenburg?"

While speaking, Kruppler walked forward and stepped directly on the bandits. Although he was wearing heavy armor, he fell to the ground and couldn't stand up without someone to help him.

Kruppler was able to control three people by himself, and he had enough time to chat with Windlow.

By the way, he took off the masks of the three bandits.

"I knew it was your group of free militias who robbed and plundered everywhere when winter came."

Kruppler looked unhappy, but he still kicked the members of the Free Militia a few times and let them go.

Windlow was not surprised at all by this, as this was the most common thing in the empire.

In addition to the full-time Imperial Provincial Army, well, even individual Imperial Provincial Army.

When winter comes or there has been no fighting for a long time, the military pay they receive will become less. In order to maintain their own hedonistic life, many imperial soldiers have become half-soldier, half-bandit.

This situation is relatively rare in the wealthy Reikland, but it is very common in the poor Ostland in the north.

"this?"

Kruppler immediately noticed Mousse next to him and was sure that this guy was in cahoots with Windlow.

“Oh, a business partner I met on the road.”

"It looks like that guy is quite like an elf. I'm telling you, Wendlow, never make friends with elves. I've been having strange dreams these past few days."

After saying that, Kruppler placed his strong arm directly on Windlow's shoulder, and the latter felt his body sink.

"I dreamed that I was killing mice, and there was an elf behind me stabbing my butt with a spear. There were even longbows, shortbows and poisoned bows shooting at my butt. It was quite scary."

He led the way while talking about the strange dreams he had in recent days.

After a while, the three of them left the forest and could see that they had arrived at Glenburg City ahead.

While Kruppler was negotiating with the guards, Mousse also came up to find out what the relationship between the two was.

"He and I are from the same village. He watched me grow up, and I often helped him with accounting and writing. A few years ago, he was planning to take me to Glenburg to join the army, but I chose to embark on the path of becoming a merchant in the Empire."

"I don't want to know about the past. I just want to ask you if that guy is reliable? We were being hunted, but he let the people who were hunting us go."

Upon hearing this, Wendlow immediately straightened his back, thinking that he had a lot of say in this.

"Marcus Krupp, I can guarantee that he is the most reliable person in the empire, and the reason is simple."