Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 129 The Coming Chaos Invasion

"It's weird, so weird."

Wendlow looked at the account book back and forth, and even calculated it three times, but he did not make a mistake.

Maybe Gelt is a smart man, but he is a magician with a strong talent in magic, but he is not sensitive to numbers.

This guy even went around turning gold into gold to cheat people out of money, and he knew nothing about economics.

But Wendlow is different. As an imperial merchant, he is best at dealing with numerical problems.

And they are extremely sensitive to changes in commodity prices.

He spotted the problem in the account book at a glance.

Since it covers the accounts of the entire Sol Territory, it is equivalent to the Elector's steward, and these 5 gold coins per month are not an exorbitant amount.

When business covers an entire province of the empire, it is inevitable that you will come into contact with a considerable amount of data.

“The Wagyu is gone.”

Windlow has confirmed it several times and has not seen such a kind of fish. This is not good news.

"The fish are gone? What does that have to do with the entire empire?"

Mousse certainly didn't understand. You know, there is only one thing that can be called the dark cloud of the empire, and that is the Black Ark of the Dark Elves!

When the map was opened, Windlow found the place almost immediately.

Located in the northernmost part of the Norse Peninsula, Varg Camp.

"This is the closest city to the north in all of Norsca. If we go further north, we will reach an area outside the map."

"Ah, Camp Wager, it is indeed the northernmost city of mankind. Any problem?"

This is where the problem lies.

You know, the Norsemen in the north have not always been hostile to the Empire.

Most of the time, when resources were scarce, the Norscans would choose to go south to plunder.

In normal times, they would choose to trade with the empire.

For thousands of years, the Empire and Norsca have been fighting each other on and off, fighting for a while and resting for a while.

However, there is also a place in the entire Norse Peninsula that is known as the Land of Peace, and that is the Wager Camp.

For two thousand five hundred years, all the Norsemen in the Vargar camp had never invaded the empire.

The main reason is that the sea area near them has reached the northernmost known to mankind. Large areas of sea are full of fish, and no one has touched the fish.

By catching the abundant and non-perishable Vargfish, the Norsemen living near the Varg camp had enough resources to survive.

And Varg is cheap, and stays fresh even when shipped from Norsca to Tirell.

Wagyu can be found everywhere in the empire. It is cheap, plentiful, has a long shelf life, and tastes quite good.

And the fact that Windlow did not see any Wagfish after looking through all the account books can only mean one thing.

"Did the Norsemen capsize? After all, it's a miracle that their canoes didn't capsize in the waves."

Mousse crossed his arms and wanted to brag about the powerful Black Ark of the Dark Elves, but after seeing the gloomy face of Windlow for the first time, he chose to keep silent.

"No, you can say the Norsemen are bad at anything, but you can never say they have bad sailing skills."

That's true, according to Tyrell, the Norsemen were even able to travel from the Norse Peninsula in their canoes across half the world to raid Tyrell, and even across the Great Sea to Lustria.

Even if war breaks out, the Vargar Camp can be taken over by other Norse tribes due to its strong trade potential.

Mousse also realized the seriousness of the problem.

"You mean to say that the entire Wager Camp disappeared without a trace overnight."

"That's what I mean. Something must have happened in the north, but we don't have any intelligence about it."

"Ha, why do you care so much about intelligence from the North? This is not something a businessman like you should be concerned about."

“This is exactly what businessmen must pay attention to!”

For the first time, Windlow showed a serious expression in front of Mousse, and then took out the imperial history book, from the first page to the last page, from Sigmar's founding of the empire to Magnus's repelling of the Chaos invasion.

Almost every 300 years, the Empire would be invaded by Chaos, and the precursor to each invasion was the economic collapse of Norsca.

As long as the Norscans have no food to eat, the first thing they want to do is to go south and rob the empire.

Just like when Windlow first left Rickland where civil war broke out, war is not conducive to the development of ordinary businessmen.

"Should I say you are far-sighted, or should I say you are worrying too much? Even if there is a Chaos invasion in the north, it is a great thing!"

Mousse laughed out loud and even put one foot on the stool.

"We Dark Elves also live in the north of the world and are the first line of defense against Chaos invasions. Chaos will also invade our borders."

Speaking of chaos, there was no fear or disgust in Mousse's eyes, but rather unusual excitement.

"Every three hundred years, it is the most exciting time for the Dark Elves. While waiting for the Chaos invasion, the Dark Elves are the most active."

Having said that, Mousse slowly approached Wendlow and told him the truth she had always believed in.

"Chaos is not an abyss, chaos is a ladder."

"Only when chaos brings strife can the inferior have a chance to rise to the top."

"Many have tried to climb, but have failed, and never had the chance to try again, for they were destroyed by Chaos. Some had the chance to climb, but refused. They clung to kingdoms, to gods, to love, to worthless riches. Only the ladder is real. Climbing upward is what life is all about."

Just as Windlow said, because the environment in the north is so dangerous, every three hundred years, the creatures and Chaos believers living in the far north of the world will go south to plunder.

As an imperial merchant, Windlow certainly doesn't like chaos and war.

But as the Lord of Terror, Mousse knew very well that only the existence of chaos gave her the opportunity to climb up.

If the whole society is harmonious, then those in power will make various rules but not abide by them themselves, and then let their descendants enjoy wealth and glory.

A dark elf like Mousse, who has climbed from the bottom to the position of Lord of Terror, naturally knows the truth that one general's success is based on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.

War, only endless war is their only means to climb up.

"No, no, no. The Wager Camp may have been destroyed. This means that within a few years, Chaos may launch the next major invasion. We still have to leave."

Wendlow is much more rational than Mousse and is more aware of the interests involved.

It is true that one can accumulate a great deal of wealth and status in a short period of time through warfare, but it is also possible that one's head will suddenly become a decoration on someone else's belt.

It’s better to do business. No matter how much you earn, at least it’s safer than joining the army.

"Moose, I've decided. After we settle the accounts with Gelt here, we will go to Bretonnia, Estalia, and Tyrell. The further south the better!"