Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 110 Elves and Dwarves

The threat posed by the ratmen this time is not great, it is just sporadic probing.

It was more like a pair of starving slave rats looking for food everywhere, and they were easily repelled by the dwarves who were better equipped and better trained.

However, even if the ratmen exchanged a thousand slave rats for one dwarf, they would still make a profit.

Although Karak Kadrin still looks solid now, it is only a matter of time before it falls under the double attack of the ratmen and greenskins.

Wendlow quickly took out his notebook, and all the previous records appeared on it.

Including the time when the ratmen appeared, and the number of ratmen burned to death by Molotov cocktails.

But he quickly took out a pen and erased all the information about the rat man, leaving no record of a single word.

Because as an Imperial, you must not know the existence of the rat people no matter what, otherwise it will cause some very big trouble.

Meanwhile, the dwarf who secretly saw Mousse's attack suddenly realized something.

That woman was not an ordinary human guard, but a race that the dwarves hated the most, the elves.

I don’t know if it was because the dwarf was too short, or if Mousse was still immersed in the joy of killing and didn’t notice that his true identity had been exposed.

After a while, after the rat threat was completely resolved, all the shops and houses opened their thick doors and returned to their previous lives.

Although there were some casualties during the ratman invasion, the ratmen were completely annihilated this time.

What the dwarves had the most was excuses to hold a cocktail party, and a carnival of drinking was held once again, which made Windlo feel a little overwhelmed.

Why is it that as soon as a battle is won, no matter whether they are big or small, they all start to "do it"? It's pure consumption and has no value at all.

However, as the two who had carried out an underground raid during the invasion, their reputation spread quickly like the plague of Nurgle, and almost all dwarves knew this information.

In a corner of the cocktail party, a podium was even built for the two to commend their contributions in the fight against the ratmen.

Windlow didn't want to go on stage at all, and he didn't want to establish any connection with the word "rat man" because it would have a huge impact on his life safety.

Mousse, on the contrary, enjoyed it very much. The elves, whether they were dark elves or high elves, were all very vain.

As long as she gets praise, even if it comes from her enemies, she can feel great for a while.

He even drank a terrible amount of liquor amid the dwarves' instigation, and after getting drunk, he danced around, acting like a human guard who had a very good relationship with the dwarves.

"She's an elf! I swear on the ale of my Valaya!"

A loud voice came from below among the crowd of dwarves. It was the dwarf who had seen Mousse in the battle before.

This is a very serious statement. You have to know that dwarves are a race that never lies, not to mention that this guy swore on Valaya's beer, the most sacred thing among dwarves.

All the dwarves present calmed down, and even those who had drunk so much that their faces turned red were now alert again.

Everyone was looking at Mousse standing on the stage. As for Windlo who was standing next to him, he originally wanted to take this opportunity to sneak down, but for some reason he still stood firmly beside Mousse.

"Dear dwarves, there must be some misunderstanding here. The dwarf must have seen it right. I believe in his eyesight. Maybe there are other reasons, or something during the battle..."

"Yes, I am an elf."

I don’t know if it was because he was drunk or if he was simply confident in his own abilities.

He must have been drunk because he was drunk. After all, this was wine brewed by the dwarves. If Windlo drank a whole bottle of it, his liver would probably be shattered and he would go blind immediately.

Mousse immediately explained his identity and even went so far as to expose his ears.

Now even if the empire's most powerful diplomat came, he would not be able to make a single word of defense.

It’s over, it’s over. I’m not going to be smashed to pieces by the angry dwarf along with Mousse.

This was the first time that Windlow encountered a situation where he was at his wits' end. As expected, his guess was correct. His business journey definitely ended in the hands of Mousse.

"Hey, dwarves, do you know why there are no ratmen in the land of the elves? Because you are not cunning enough."

"Drinking will cause trouble."

Windlo's emotions broke down for the first time, but he was not strong enough to stop Mousse from talking, so he could only let her continue talking.

The dwarves in the audience were talking a lot, but they were almost all discussing what Mousse had just said: why were there no ratmen in the land of the elves?

Not to mention the ratmen, there are not even greenskins in the land of the elves. Why is that?

Perhaps because the War of Longbeard happened many years ago, the hatred between dwarves and elves has been largely eliminated.

Or perhaps the dwarves were also very curious about how the elves dealt with the ratmen and greenskins, and the situation that Windlow had initially expected did not occur.

No dwarf picked up an axe and came up to chop the two men. Even the most violent dwarf butcher sat there, thinking about this problem that they had never thought about before.

"Why are there no ratmen and greenskins in the land of the elves?"

The dwarves asked this question together, and they asked it to the elves they hated the most.

The situation seemed to have eased a lot now, and Windlow calmed down again and thought about the current situation.

Maybe that's the case.

The relationship between the dwarves and the elves was -20, but Mousse helped the dwarves fight the ratmen, and the relationship became -10. Then he drank the dwarves' wine, and the relationship became +13.

In addition, Mousse mentioned the biggest enemies of the dwarves, the greenskins and the ratmen, and it seems that there is a way to fight against the greenskins and the ratmen. The relationship is finally determined to be +30.

This also prevented the dwarves from launching any hostile actions against Mousse at the first opportunity.

After all, if we really have to talk about hatred, the hatred that the dwarves have for greenskins and ratmen in the Book of Hatred is much greater than their hatred for elves, and it is still increasing.

If a dwarf, a ratman, a greenskin and an elf stand together.

I believe the dwarves will definitely kill the ratmen first, then the greenskins, and always be vigilant about the movements of the elves.

Mousse was also drunk and spoke directly.

"You will have to learn the elves' methods. You must have three methods to deal with the ratmen."

"Kill them all! Area attack! Be flexible and cunning!"

There was no disguise in Mousse's tone, it was completely the condescending attitude of an elf.

But the dwarfs didn't care about the tone of voice at all, they only listened to the surface meaning of the words.

One dwarf even raised a tankard filled with his favorite ale.

"Quick, say one more glass of ale!"