Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

One good news, one bad news.

The good news is that as a dreadlord, Mousse has a very good control of the distance, and it takes exactly three days to travel from Altdorf to Nuln.

The bad news is that this time has a prerequisite, you have to ride a horse and walk on the official road. Only by meeting these two prerequisites can you reach Nuln in exactly three days.

It is impossible to take the official road.

The Dark Elves and the Empire have one thing in common: roads.

Although roads can increase movement speed, they also have a fatal flaw, which is that they have checkpoints and toll booths.

And of course a dark elf would not set foot on the official road of the empire. After walking for a whole night, when the sky just showed a hint of dawn, Mousse raised his right hand, indicating that Windlo could rest on the spot.

"You, aren't you tired?"

A whole night of marching almost caused Windlow to collapse both mentally and physically.

My physical condition was so poor that I just lay on the ground and began to doze off.

Mousse looked around, then sat on the ground and took a short rest.

There is no way, this is the routine of the Dark Elves, they are too afraid of being backstabbed.

In the tradition of the Dark Elves, betrayal is the most common thing.

Anyone who is not vigilant enough will be stabbed in the back by his compatriots at night, so every night, Mousse will remain extremely vigilant, and he still maintains this habit even in the empire of the old world.

At the same time, he looked around and was sure that there were no potential enemies around.

Dark elves generally like to rest in the early morning when there is more light. If someone wants to assassinate them, they can be seen from a long distance.

As for Windlow, he seemed to be completely unguarded and fell asleep on the ground.

Mousse sneered at this behavior. Of course, she also needed to rest. She sat quietly on the ground, supporting her chin with her left hand and holding the dagger with her right hand. No matter what terrible situation happened, she could react immediately.

The elf ears can hear sounds within 20 meters around. There is a rustling sound. Ha, is it that guy Wendlow? He only slept for two hours.

Fortunately, Wendlow is very young, and simply staying up late will not cause any particular burden.

And he just lay on the ground without any care in the world, and his sleep quality was amazing.

When he woke up, he was faced with a very serious problem.

After a night of marching, my stomach is now rumbling with hunger. If I don't eat something, I'm afraid I'll starve to death on the spot.

This shows the advantage of being a rural person. Having grown up in the countryside, Windlow knows all the basic wild vegetables and game.

The two are now in a forest far away from the road, and there are naturally many primitive delicacies nearby.

Edible mushrooms, bright red berries, wild vegetables, and bird eggs.

In a short while, Windlow was carrying a lot of things. He lit a bonfire next to Mousse and started cooking happily.

Cooking is a very important skill, and it just so happens that Windlow has already mastered this skill.

In just a few moments, the fragrant roasted mushrooms, roasted berries, and boiled wild vegetable egg drop soup were ready.

Don't worry, the pottery used for cooking can still be sold after washing.

Looking at the breakfast in his hand and then at Mousse who was still sleeping, Windlow, with half of the food in his hand, walked towards her, believing that they were partners.

When he was only three steps away from Mousse, the former Lord of Fear instantly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Windlow, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

She quickly pulled out the dagger, and raised her left index finger to her lips, signaling Wendlow to keep quiet.

"I don't have any other intentions, I just want to call you to have breakfast."

Windlo hurriedly explained that the dark elves were very selfish, and that if he approached Mousse without permission, she might regard it as an assassination attempt.

"Of course I could tell from your footsteps what you were going to do."

Mousse's voice was so low that even if Windlo took a small step back he couldn't hear it clearly.

Before he could react, Mousse had already rushed in front of him, with the dagger in his hand only a fist away from his eyes.

Then a hand pressed down hard on Windlow's head, and the force made him fall directly to the ground. Fortunately, the food did not spill.

"I know you're here to bring me breakfast, but your senses are so dull. Haven't you figured it out? Someone is targeting us."

Mousse didn't even look at Windlow. After pushing him to the ground, his eyes were fixed on the forest grass not far away.

"One, two, three. All are adult human males. And they've noticed us a long time ago."

These words came out of Mousse's mouth softly, as if it was a leisurely walk after dinner.

"How is that possible? This place is far away from any village or town. There are definitely no bandits or thieves here."

Windlow wanted to argue that he really didn't hear any sound around him. Either the Lord of Terror had PTSD, or she was simply trying to scare him.

At this moment, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the bushes that Mousse had been staring at. Before the sound of breaking through the air was heard, the arrow had already flown in front of her.

But in the eyes of the Lord of Terror, these arrows had no power at all.

With a slight raise of her hand, she actually caught the arrow directly, and then inserted the entire arrow in front of Windlo.

"If you want to live, lie still."

After a while, two more arrows flew in from the grass. Mousse raised the dagger gracefully. The arrow and dagger collided and produced a spark, then fell down and pierced into the soft soil.

"Humans are humans, too weak. Their archery skills are not even as good as those of the High Elf Militia Archer's little daughter who has only learned archery for two years."

Of course, Windlow knew what this meant. As the Lord of Dread, Mousse naturally had experience fighting against high elves.

At the same time, the archery skills of the high elves are among the best among all races. Mousse, who can easily deal with elven archers, treats human archers like children holding toys.

There are very vast forests in the empire. When war breaks out, some farmers or poachers will join the Imperial Archer Corps to serve. When there is no war, they will also look for ways to earn extra money.

Three imperial archers slowly emerged from the bushes, holding tattered daggers in their hands, with evil smiles on their faces and malicious intentions.

"Hey, today I not only met two fat sheep, but also a little beauty!"