Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 174 Orcs

"Paji!"

After a dizzying spin, Howard fell face down into the hot yellow sand.

"Hot, hot, hot!" Howard jumped up from the sand pile immediately. He didn't dare to bury himself in such hot sand for a long time. He remembered that in the past, there was a way to eat eggs in the northern desert. That is to bury the eggs in the sand and bake them with the heat of the sun. The final product usually had runny eggs, just like eggs boiled in hot springs.

If it is meat, it will probably be medium-rare after burying it for more than ten minutes.

Half of Howard's calf was stuck in the soft sand. His clothes, eyebrows, hair, mouth and eyes were all covered with fine sand. He closed his eyes, spat and pulled his hair.

But then, a big hand grabbed Howard's shoulder, pulled him out of the sand, and shook him twice, shaking off all the sand on Howard's body.

Howard finally wiped the sand from his eyes, opened them, and met the eyes of the gray knight with a white beard.

"You are the human who was with that demon!" The Grey Knight recognized Howard's identity and glared at him, "You betrayed the Empire!"

"Alright, kill me, chop me up as you please." Howard acted like a dead pig fearing boiling water. "But as a fellow human, I must remind you that I have a contract with that demon. If you kill me, the demon will chase you here the moment you kill me. If you think the life of a Grey Knight Grand Master is worth the life of a mortal like me, I don't care."

"Grand Master of the Grey Knights?!" Drago's gaze suddenly sharpened. "Our ranks are secret within the Empire. How did you know this?"

"I know, I know," Howard said.

The language of Warhammer is Gothic, and Howard's original world is different, with different grammar, closer to English. Howard's phrase "I know I know" has the same context as "I am who I am" in English.

The Grey Knight obviously understood what Howard meant and became even angrier.

But before Drago could continue to get angry, the ground suddenly shook, and the fine and soft yellow sand rippled in disorder like a lake in the rain.

Unknown danger is approaching. Drago's eyes briefly swept over the human in his hand. The psychic reaction of this human was very strange and so slight that it could be ignored. Drago's eyes also saw through Howard's body structure. This human had not undergone any transformation surgery. In his eyes, his muscle strength was no different from that of an ant. He did not have any offensive organs in his body. At this time, he did not carry anything worth noting except a CNC tablet.

So Drago hung Howard around his waist. According to his judgment, even if he lay still and let this human attack him, without the help of other forces, this human might not be able to scratch his armor even if he fought until the heat death of the universe.

Although he had just fought a tough battle with Freya and exhausted all his strength, Drago still struggled to raise his shield sword. He took a defensive stance and looked vigilantly towards the direction where the vibration came from.

Soon, a thick cloud of dust rose from behind a series of sand dunes at the end of his sight. Then, Howard heard a deafening roar coming from afar, even after being diluted by wind and space:

"Waaagh!"

This earth-shaking roar was like an invisible tsunami pressing down on him, making Howard's scalp tingle.

It’s absolutely amazing, I encountered orcs.

Orcs are an ancient race in the Warhammer world, even older than humans and on par with the Eldar.

Orcs may have been created from nothing, or they may have been born from genetic modification of some ancient species, but one thing is certain: when the orc race was first created, they were positioned as living weapons for use in war.

Although the race that created the orcs has now disappeared, the orcs have not disappeared into history. Instead, they have lost control and begun to spread like a plague.

Even in a world as fucked up as Warhammer, most factions only regard killing and fighting as a means, not an end. But the orcs are a race that regards killing and fighting as both a means and an end.

The life cycle of orcs is extremely special. Strictly speaking, this monster is half plant and half animal, and they are hermaphroditic. Whenever an orc dies in battle, its blood will contaminate the land beneath its feet, and then in the next few months, lush fungi will grow on this land. Finally, a new batch of orcs will rush out of this fungal land.

This is also the orcs' only means of increasing their population, so in the eyes of orcs, fighting and death are the most important aspects of life. Other races will choose to stop after achieving their goals or suffering heavy casualties when launching a war, but once the orcs start a war, they will not stop until they have conquered the entire universe or until the last orc is completely wiped out.

The battle-hardened Drago naturally recognized the enemy rushing towards him, but the exhausted warrior not only did not retreat, but instead rushed towards the orcish war tide.

The green-skinned guys charging towards Drago were equally eager. Many of them wielded makeshift guns, hastily assembled from scrap iron pipes, tape, wood, and plastic ammunition magazines, in one hand, while in the other they brandished rusty, nail-studded swords or maces. Some drove vehicles even more shabby and hideous than the hot rods in "Mad Max." These four- or two-wheeled vehicles were essentially just a shell slapped over a wheeled engine. As they moved, they belched billowing black smoke and continuously shed oil, nails, springs, gears, and all the other mechanical parts that had become stuck and broken due to malfunctioning.

Among these orc vehicles were several massive war machines: the orc titans. These behemoths were assembled from a variety of bizarre parts, and at first glance, they looked like a giant piece of postmodern junk that a high-energy postmodern artist had scavenged from a scrapyard for parts.

The connections between the wires and transmission rods inside these heavy war machines are completely inadequate, and the layout of the power system is a disaster. Moreover, outside the mechas, which are already not much better than a garbage dump, these green monsters have painted them with various bright yellow, red and white paints, and used a large amount of materials to decorate them with meaningless fangs and horns. Anyone with a little mechanical knowledge will feel like their brain has been raped when seeing these machines.

But even with this completely illogical thing, the orc pilots were able to make it move, and even fight back and forth with the war machines that the Empire would spend hundreds or thousands of years to produce.