Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 337: The Holy Grail Knight from the South

It is really too much to ask a longbow to break armor.

There are not many people who can do this in the Empire, and all of them have been incorporated into the White Wolf Hunters team and used by Boris, the Elector of Midden.

The longbow has no energy storage function, and the soldiers can only store energy within a few seconds and then project the stored energy.

The human race does not have enough explosive power, and the same is true for the dwarves. Neither side is good at using bows and arrows.

The explosive power of the elves and greenskins is very strong. After decades of training, the former can even easily hit a heavily armored soldier 180 steps away with a bow and arrow.

Although the latter has enough explosive power, he is not very interested in long-range attacks and can only pick up the longbow and shoot randomly in a certain range in front of him.

If one wants to penetrate armor, the most commonly used weapons in the empire are heavy crossbows and muskets.

But neither of these things are cheap.

Only the southern provinces of the empire could equip themselves with expensive muskets, because they were close to Nuln or had their own gun foundries, which could produce and store gunpowder stably.

The imperial province in the middle can also equip its provincial army with heavy crossbows because it has a variety of high-quality woods.

Only the northern provinces had no weapons at all and were still using very primitive cold weapons.

This is the poor and gloomy Ostland. We are thankful to be able to find a high-quality longbow here.

If one wanted to build a suitable heavy crossbow, one would not be able to find much high-quality wood even if one turned the entire province upside down.

At this moment, a Bretonnian merchant ship came from the south on the river, flying a knight family emblem that Windlow felt familiar with, but he didn't know what it was.

At the bow, the Bretonnian knight sitting at the top stood up after seeing such a village and roared loudly with his deep voice.

"Selling muskets, gunpowder, and cannons. Big quantity, big discount!"

The merchant ship set out from the Cologne Kingdom of Bretonnia and sold its gunpowder weapons along the way to Marienburg, Altdorf, and Nuln.

However, the southern provinces of the empire all produced very high-quality gunpowder, so they went up the Reik River and tried to sell their weapons in other parts of the empire.

"Buy gunpowder, buy buy buy."

Windlow shouted loudly at the ship, but his voice was far less loud than that of the knight.

Finally, Mousse couldn't bear it anymore, took a deep breath, and roared at the Bretonnian merchant ship with a terrifying roar of killing intent.

"purchase!"

The ship slowly stopped and approached the shore under steam power control. A person radiating a little golden light walked down from it. He was a Holy Grail Knight from Bretonnia.

He was wearing thick meteorite armor and holding a strange spear in his hand. Behind him were two servants. The servants held coconut shells in their hands and kept knocking on them as the knight walked towards him, making sounds like horse hooves.

"Shut up!"

At the knight's command, the sound of horse hooves behind him stopped abruptly.

In Bretonnia, it is a crime for a noble to go out without riding a horse, but there is no regulation on what kind of horse he must ride. Perhaps the sound of horse hooves can also be considered riding.

The knight slowly took off his helmet, and after his vision was no longer obstructed, he recognized the guy in front of him at a glance.

"Ah, Wendlow, and that dark elf bodyguard and bandit."

That's right, this person was none other than the Holy Grail Knight whom he met before in Bretonnia.

A lot of gunpowder and muskets have been produced in the factories in his territory, but unfortunately no one in Bretonnia wants them, and no one in the southern part of the empire wants them either.

In order to ensure profits and reinvest in the research and development of gunpowder weapons, he had no choice but to hand over the territory's industries to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and he himself, like the adventurous knights who had embarked on the adventure, looked for business opportunities everywhere, like a salesman who had not opened a shop for a long time.

When he heard someone wanted to buy something, he naturally went out in person. He wanted to spend more time and effort to sell all the things, but he found that the person who came was Windlo himself, who had opened the musket workshop with him, and the dark elf next to him whose name he could not remember.

"how much is it?"

"Half the price of similar products from Empire."

"how many?"

"A boat."

"I want it all."

Truly mature business trade does not require any bargaining, nor does it require arguing over a few copper coins.

As long as the price is reasonable, you can have a meal and sing some songs, and the business will be done. This is the importance of relationships and face, as well as the trust that comes from knowing each other inside and out.

During the unloading process, Windlow could also inquire about the news from the south and the situation in Bretonnia.

As soon as this issue was mentioned, the Holy Grail Knight immediately started to complain bitterly.

The situation in the entire Bretonnia is not optimistic. Since Saint Hepans saved the country, large-scale wars have rarely broken out in Bretonnia.

This led to an increasing number of chivalrous knights in Bretonnia, and they were sent away without military merit, or were sent to the position of knights of the kingdom.

This Holy Grail Knight certainly knew that these pressures would continue to accumulate and eventually explode, but his own strength was limited. The village he was granted also housed a total of ten chivalrous knights, which was already the limit of what he could do.

In order to support these guys, I even have to go out and do business.

The funds injected by Windlo will greatly alleviate the financial pressure in his territory. After all, not everyone has the ability to make money by doing business.

Mousse became excited at this time, and even his body was shaking slightly. In the past few years, he had been doing business and had never met any opponent worthy of fighting.

Now that he has seen a powerful opponent again, he is naturally full of fighting spirit.

"No matter what business you are talking about, I have only one request, fight me, a real fight."

Mousse's words interrupted their business. Windlo was quite helpless because the entire territory of Oster was full of beastmen.

These guys have very poor individual combat capabilities and are a threat when they work in a group.

What Mousse wants is to constantly challenge the strong, which is the nature of the dark elves, and fighting against large groups of garbage soldiers must be left to others.

"Duel? Come on."

The Holy Grail Knight did not make any move, but just stood up and raised his middle finger in a mocking gesture towards Mousse.

Mousse knew that this was a battle approval, so he shook his neck and rushed over.

She is a Dreadlord, and even if her strength has declined, she can definitely fight a Bretonnian knight to her heart's content.

He threw a fierce punch, but the Holy Grail Knight dodged it by gently turning his head. He then elbowed sideways, but did not even touch the Holy Grail Knight's meteorite plate armor.

Finally, he tried to use his long legs to make a sweeping kick, but the Holy Grail Knight easily grabbed his ankle, then pressed him into the ground, and made him eat a big mouthful of grass.

"The duel is over."

Clapping his hands to show his victory, Mousse was ashamed of being defeated in just three rounds. He could only get up quickly and look for a suitable excuse.

"If I could only kill ordinary beastmen in this damn place, my strength wouldn't have dropped so quickly."

The three words "beastman" seemed to have inspired the Holy Grail Knight. He didn't even look at Mousse and turned directly to Windlow.

"Brother, are there a lot of beastmen in the place you are in?"