Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"Ah! I can't stand it!"

Mousse roared loudly, his lavender eyes slightly tinged with scarlet.

This dark elf dread lord has already entered a state of killing attainment.

Killing, nothing can please Kane, the God of Killing, more than this.

When there is too much death and blood on the battlefield, the power flowing in the blood of the dark elves will be stimulated.

The dark elves used to be soldiers of the original Phoenix King Aenarion. In the long-term battle with demons, such a group of elves naturally accepted the survival of the fittest.

The dark elves killed by demons naturally have no chance to reproduce the next generation.

So now the dark elves are all filled with a desire to fight.

Blood and death inspire Mousse's killing skills, which will greatly increase her charge speed and melee attack.

It can even make her, who is already tired, full of energy.

Don't worry, her killing prowess won't cause her to go crazy or lose her mind.

On the contrary, Mousse still retains the most complete thinking ability.

"Windlow, take off your clothes!"

"what?"

"I told you to take off your clothes, including your pants."

Although he didn't know what Mousse was going to do, Wendlow still did everything she said.

He took off all the clothes he was wearing when he left Rick County.

At the same time, Mousse also took off his leather armor completely, and the two of them were now only wearing single clothes.

Seeing that Windlow had taken off all his clothes, Mousse nodded with satisfaction.

Then he grabbed Rick's special red and white uniform and quickly put it on himself.

The size is suitable and it does not affect your exercise.

Mousse is now completely dressed in Windlow's clothes. From the appearance alone, he is no different from ordinary humans in Rick County.

Windlo was also afraid of the cold, so he put on Mousse's leather armor. Ugh, he was sweating all over.

The reason for changing clothes is very simple, that is, Mousse can no longer bear the desire to fight.

He raised the golden badge sword in his hand and ran quickly towards the front battlefield.

The battlefield was in chaos and no one had discovered Mousse's true identity.

Both sides of the war thought she was a soldier from Reikland, and her enemies happened to be the Norsemen in the north.

With one easy leap, she jumped more than three meters high. The Lord of Fear's physical fitness was certainly strong. Although she was not protected by heavy armor, she had unparalleled speed.

He thrust back and forth among the Norscans, easily ripped open the stomachs of these unarmored Norscans, causing blood to flow out.

Mousse's attack speed is extremely fast, but he does not have the ability to penetrate armor.

Just enough to restrain the Norscans who are not wearing heavy armor.

The Norscans holding axes were also slow and couldn't even touch Mousse's afterimage.

When she killed more than a dozen Norscans and drew cheers from the spearmen, the outcome was decided in the center of the battlefield.

Karl Franz, holding the Dragon Tooth Sword, had already torn off the head of the Norse raider clan leader, held it high up and shouted wildly!

The Norscans all saw their leader being slain.

The general was killed in battle, surrounded on the flank, suffered serious injuries, and was filled with fear and terror as if from a terrible woman.

The morale of the Norsemen finally collapsed completely, and they began to flee, abandoning their weapons and armor.

The battle did not last long and ended with the complete defeat of the Norscans.

Mousse chased the deserters with great satisfaction, constantly pursuing the blood he craved the most.

The Empire won an epic victory today, and the remaining Norscans have nowhere to escape.

Without their organization, they no longer pose any threat to the Nordic Territory. All we need to do is send out some pistol cavalry to chase them down.

This victory came too easily. Under the leadership of Elector Karl Franz, the imperial army was so powerful.

But at this moment, the sound of flying birds was heard in the forest.

Flocks of startled birds flew up from the treetops, and in the forest, one Norse War Mastiff after another appeared from the forest.

The Norse army following behind also all left their stealth state.

The imperial intelligence was wrong. The Norsemen had more than one landing point. The Norsemen before us had landed from other places and came to support the battle!

The imperial soldiers were morale-destabilized, encountered enemies from the side, and were ambushed by others. The unprepared battle made everyone feel uneasy.

"All soldiers! Reorganize! They are just Norsemen. We will kill as many as come!"

Karl Franz shouted loudly for everyone to regroup, which immediately boosted the morale that had dropped slightly.

However, as a dark elf, Mousse will not be affected at all.

She can neither be demoralized nor inspired.

It's just an ambush, that's actually good news. I haven't killed enough, but I didn't expect that there are more Norsemen coming to die.

But when he turned around and looked towards the forest, the Dark Elf Lord of Fear was startled, and then his face became uneasy and he kept shaking his head nervously.

Because the place where this group of Norsemen appeared was exactly where she and Windlow had been hiding before.

What about Wendlow? He has no fighting ability at all!

The Imperial Legion had already reorganized and was marching in formation toward the suddenly appearing Norse ambush.

But among all the people, there was a guy wearing a Rickland uniform who completely broke away from the formation and ran towards the Norsemen alone.

That was naturally Mousse. Her heart was in her throat. With the help of the charge bonus that she still had from her killing skills, she quickly ran towards the forest.

"Wendalo, please don't get into trouble!"

Seeing the imperial legion behind them charging, they certainly couldn't just march on foot.

Led by Karl Franz, they rushed towards the Norsemen in the forest at the same time.

In the eyes of the Norsemen, they only saw a woman charging at the forefront of the battlefield.

What a terrifying guy! And behind her, the Imperial Legion has recovered from the first wave of battle, reorganized and is ready for the next battle.

Of course, the Norsemen are not cowards. If they want to fight, then they will fight!

The two sides no longer waited or hesitated, and rushed towards each other in one go.

The Imperial mortar had already changed direction and was firing at the Norscans who had just appeared.

Of course, the crossbowmen and pistol riders stopped chasing the fleeing Norscans and turned around to prepare to join new battles.

At this time, Mousse had already rushed into the Norse lines.

I must fight my way back to the forest and find Windlow. He will be fine. He will be fine.

Mousse won't allow anything to happen to him!