Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"It's over."

Wendlow lay on the ground, repeating these words over and over again.

Running quickly, even though he was wearing full plate armor, Mousse, as the Lord of Dread, could easily catch up with the Imperial archers.

Not to mention that she was not wearing any armor at all. In the eyes of the imperial archers, this guy's speed was like flying, and she rushed in front of the three of them in almost the blink of an eye.

They no longer had the chance to continue shooting, so they all drew their daggers and tried to resist.

She was just a woman without armor. Three adult men could easily kill her.

It was not known whether these imperial archers had been poaching or robbing for too long and had no experience fighting against the dark elves. They still held the basic idea that women were not as good as men in combat.

But when the head of the archer in front was chopped off by a dagger, they finally panicked.

The remaining two people had no idea what kind of terrible monster they had provoked. The only thought left in their minds was to escape.

"Huh? Want to escape? Human morale is really low."

Mousse smiled slightly and shook off the blood on the dagger completely. When he raised his head again, his originally purple pupils had begun to emit purple light.

"Killing accomplishment."

Of course, Wendlow knew exactly what this was.

When the dark elves kill a large number of enemies on the battlefield, they will receive a blessing from Cain called Killing Mastery, which will enhance their combat effectiveness.

Although Mousse is a dread lord, he needs to kill enough targets in battle to stimulate his killing ability.

But it was probably because he had been wandering for too long and had not fought for a long time, so killing just one person this time stimulated his killing skills.

The more powerful attack ability and the sudden recovery of physical strength made Mousse like a god of death. He even killed all three archers in less than ten seconds.

When he finally returned to Windlow and picked up his breakfast, the soup was still hot.

When she picked it up, she instinctively sniffed it, but considering that the man in front of her had no reason to poison her and she didn't have the courage to poison him, she drank it in big gulps.

To be honest, it tastes pretty good and is nutritious.

Only then did Windlow have the opportunity to focus his attention on the three poor archers.

Well, it’s not their fault. After all, they are fighting against the Dread Lords among the Dark Elves. Even without armor, Mousse can fight against three Imperial Giantswordsmen.

I saw that the three men had been killed by a dagger. Their bodies looked horrible. This was the fate they suffered at the hands of the dark elves.

Basically, his limbs and body were separated, and his body was covered in blood. Mousse even madly took out the internal organs of three archers and scattered them everywhere to vent his long-suppressed anger.

Seeing this horrific scene made Wendlow shake his head repeatedly.

"It's going to be hard to collect the spoils now."

He gritted his teeth and began to search for the body, after all, it could be considered a source of wealth.

He also found more than a dozen bloody copper coins on the three archers, and also stripped off their daggers and leather armor.

Since he lived in a rural area since he was a child, Wendlow, who came from a poor family, naturally mastered the skills and craftsmanship of tailoring.

He cut up three sets of leather armor, and then made a set of basic leather armor for Mousse according to her figure.

Dark elves are also pragmatists. Although they discriminate against humans as a race, they will never discriminate against human craftsmanship or the equipment created by humans.

The blood-stained leather armor was cleaned and then put on Mousse. It was very good. Not only did it not hinder his movements at all, but it also ensured that his movement would not be restricted.

If the armor value provided by a basic set of plate armor is 90, then the armor value of such a set of leather armor is also up to 10. The defense capability is better than nothing, so the dark elves naturally accept it with a smile.

It seems that what Windlow said about forming a company is not bad news. He is indeed accumulating strength and wealth to return to Naggaroth. So in the future journey, he can more or less refer to the opinions of this human.

After eating and resting enough, the two men abandoned the archer's body on the spot and continued walking towards the city of Nuln.

However, they did not notice that shortly after they left this place, more than a dozen human-sized but furry monsters were attracted by the smell of blood, then squatted on the ground and began to taste the flesh and blood.

Of course, just three corpses were not enough for these ten or so hairy monsters to share. One of them kept sniffing the ground in front of him, and then howled at his companions.

He stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction, which was exactly the direction where Wendlow and Mousse were walking.

After gnawing the three corpses into bones, the group of hairy monsters completely found a new direction and followed the footprints and smell.

At the same time, with the help of the sun and the river to determine the location, after turning the map in his hand back and forth several times, Windlow finally determined the current location of the two.

It is still about two weeks' journey to the city of Nuln. If one follows the dark elves' custom, it will only take seven days.

Since there was still some time, Mousse slowed down her pace, and her instinct as the Lord of Fear made her look back at Windlow.

"By the way, what threats generally exist within your human empire?"

Windlow was stunned, not because he didn't know the threats within the empire, but because there were too many threats within the empire.

"Useless Elector Authority mechanism, Electors who act independently and have no loyalty, Imperial prestige that is very scarce in the early stage and useless in the later stage, extremely powerful line-resisting troops, and bandits and beastmen everywhere in the forest."

"Beastman?"

Mousse was not interested in the political structure of the empire. The Dark Elves believed in the survival of the fittest and despised the hereditary system. But when it came to Beastmen, Mousse had only heard news about them from the Dark Elves' northern fortresses.

It is said that after being contaminated by chaos, humans or beasts will become half-human, half-beast beings.

Although the Dark Elves have cleared out the Beastmen in Naggaroth, every year a large number of Beastmen attack the fortresses from the far north of the world, causing considerable damage.

In Mousse's memory, she only knew the dangers of the beastmen, but did not understand their combat capabilities and skills.

"So, is this beastman strong in combat?"

"The beastmen's combat power is just average. If a single beastman appears, I can easily deal with it."

Windlow finally had a chance to show off. When he was still in the countryside, he collected a lot of information for business and naturally knew a lot about the beastmen.

"But, although the fighting power of a single beastman is very weak, they usually like to move in groups, more than ten or twenty of them at a time."

As soon as Windlo finished speaking, Mousse immediately narrowed his eyes and looked towards the forest behind him.

"It seems you are right."