Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

As a dark elf, Mousse certainly knows a lot about the human race.

Because the Dark Elves, who rely on slavery and have a military system, would inevitably be completely defeated in the war with the High Elves if they were without human slaves.

Imperial humans are relatively intelligent and suitable as craftsmen.

Norsemen are very strong and suitable as laborers.

Although the humans of Bretonnia don't know anything, they can grow crops and produce food in the icy and snowy Naggaroth.

And of all humans, the Bretonnian humans have the lowest spirit of resistance.

They even readily accepted slavery from the dark elves.

It is hard to imagine how terrible the tortures the peasants of Bretonnia have gone through, and they don't even have much hostility towards the dark elves.

For them who were tied to the Black Ark and headed to Naggaroth, it was actually just a change of location. The mountain oppressing them remained the same.

However, Mousse did not have much experience in going deep into the land of Bretonnia.

I just heard some things said by some Black Ark captains.

Unmounted Bretonnians are vulnerable to attack, but when dealing with mounted Bretonnians, retreat is often the best option.

So Mousse kept quiet along the way, God knows what kind of existence he would encounter in this place.

But the dark elf's eyes darkened, and his lavender eyes slowly lowered, and he realized something was wrong.

"Someone is following us!"

"what?"

Windlow hurriedly turned around. The peaceful Gollonnie Wetlands were full of low-lying swamps. There was no influence from the woods, but there was no sign of anyone following him.

"Right behind, they are coming."

After a while, several knights on horseback appeared on the horizon.

His armor was tattered, but the weapon in his hand and the family emblem on his chest were shining, and it was obvious that they had been carefully cared for.

Although the opponent was wearing armor, his speed was not low. He quickly caught up with Windlo's donkey cart. His riding skills were very strong, and he completed a good interception in an instant.

One knight stood in front, two knights watched the left and right respectively, and the last knight watched the rear position.

"To keep Bretonnia safe."

"To prevent evil spirits from harming people's lives."

"To fulfil my duty to the King."

"For the glory of the Lady of the Lake."

"We are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!"

"justice!"

"honor!"

"heroic!"

"honest!"

These four guys were like they were in an opera, singing in unison, and finally stating their identities directly.

The knight who claimed to be righteous was not holding a lance or a sword, but a shovel. The handle was rusty and it was obvious that it was picked up from a cemetery.

The self-proclaimed knight of honor was holding a Tyrell rapier, known as a woman's weapon in Bretonnia, and underneath the rusty helmet seemed to be a woman's face.

The brave knight is holding a meteor hammer in his hand, but it can be seen that it is a combination of a wooden stick, an iron chain and a hammer.

The Honest Knight didn't even have a weapon, only a wooden shield, but the shield was very large, enough to at least block two people, and she was also a woman, who was relatively short in stature.

These four guys completely blocked the way of Wendlow and Mousse, and they didn't know what to do.

"According to Bretonnia's 20nd law, except for nobles, commoners are not allowed to ride horses. Violators will be fined copper coins!"

The knight named Justice spoke first, explaining the origins of the four of them succinctly and clearly.

That means Windlow and Mousse broke the law.

"But sir knight, we are riding donkey carts. Bretonnian law doesn't say that civilians can't ride donkey carts, right?"

Mousse said nothing, as various rumors in Naggaroth told all the dark elves not to mess with the Bretonnian humans on horseback.

"this...."

Zhengyi lowered his head in thought, biting his lip and holding his shovel, at a loss.

Another knight rode over and read out loudly Windlow's new crimes.

"In Bretonnia, only fighting and farming are honorable behaviors. Business is undoubtedly selling worthless things for a high price. There is no honor at all."

As soon as he said this, the knight named Honor, holding the rapier, raised his head as if he was judging a criminal.

"But my Lord Knight, there is no rule in Bretonnia that civilians cannot engage in business. I have no honor, but I have not committed any crime."

My goodness, Windlow's words left the two knights speechless.

At the same time, when he noticed that there was only one woman in the carriage, the knight named Brave put down the meteor hammer in his hand. It was indeed not very heroic for four knights to fight two ordinary people.

At this moment, the knight named Honesty's stomach made a growling sound, which immediately made the other three knights speechless.

Fortunately, Wendlow reacted.

"Master Knight, are you hungry? It's been a long time since you last ate."

"I haven't eaten for three days."

The female knight named Honesty shook her head. Because she had sworn to be honest, she had to be honest as long as it did not violate her faith.

Upon hearing this, Wendlow jumped off the donkey cart and took out some food he had prepared from the back.

Dried meat, bread, and even some pre-made Sylvanian blood sausage, one portion for each of the four knights, would definitely be enough to fill their stomachs.

"My dear knights, this is a gift from the Empire Merchants."

In order to let the knights let down their guard, he and Mousse shared a portion of supplies.

Seeing that there was no problem with the food, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse took off their helmets and started eating.

As usual, they had to pray to the Lady of the Lake before eating. While they were praying, Windlow memorized all the words needed for the prayer.

Look at those four guys again, they are dusty and covered in dirt, and their armor and weapons are all defective.

Obviously they are the most legendary beings in Bretonnia, the chivalrous knights.

Chivalrous knights are almost all the second sons of nobles, but some nobles are not particularly rich and can only let their children go out to fight with the simplest equipment.

Even some nobles who only have daughters would send their daughters to disguise themselves as knights, just to prevent the family from being disgraced in traditional matters.

For a young chivalrous knight, if he wants to gain status and wealth, he must fight his enemies on the battlefield.

But there were too many knights, and almost all the greenskins and beastmen in Bretonnia were driven away.

The few remaining greenskins and beastmen could not withstand the various chivalrous knights who came to treat them as experience packs, and fled into the depths of the forest and the mountains.

As a result, a large number of chivalrous knights were in a situation where they had nothing to do, but due to the restrictions of chivalry, they could not go out to work, nor could they be mercenaries, and they were not allowed to rob others.

The imperial merchants who were unarmed and had not violated the law could not be harmed in the slightest.

Therefore, most of the Bretonnian knights lived in extreme poverty, without a penny and suffering from hunger.

If you are lucky, you can scare a few caravans and earn some honor and righteous money to spend.

"So you were planning to rob me in the first place?"

Windlow looked at the honest female knight and asked her such a straightforward question.

Honesty was still eating the supplies that Windlow had given her. She looked around in confusion, then hesitated for a moment.

Nodded decisively.