Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Barbecue is delicious? There is no doubt about it.

Windlow has been traveling around the country for almost four years, and the time he has stayed in the city does not exceed two months.

There are many times when I work day and night, and most of the time I have to sleep outdoors with Mousse. If the food I cook is not tasty, Mousse will of course just refuse.

With such a long period of time, even someone who cooks the worst food can develop strong cooking skills.

Wild animals have a lot of fishy smells and parasites. You will know how to deal with them after practicing.

There are clear temperature requirements for when to bake, when to add ingredients, and when to take the food out of the oven.

For a race like ogres, the first thing they care about when eating is to eat enough, so they eat many things before they are even cooked.

I was full, but the food was not tasty.

The amount of meat that Windlow roasted was not much, and each ogre got at most like a French fry.

Although the food was little, it was in line with the greatest moral principle of the ogre community, which was to share food.

As long as food is shared, and the food is delicious, it is enough for the ogre to regard others as friends.

Although the meat is only as big as a French fry, it can make every ogre linger and marvel at it.

For a group of ogres occupying the Demon Stake, the tolls paid by passing travelers are enough to keep them well fed.

Eating delicious food becomes a higher level pursuit.

A dozen ogres lined up and made way for Windlow to reach the kitchen.

The end of the road does not end at the frying pan and grill, but at the chef's position.

From a cultural perspective, chefs among the ogre tribe are just like the Sigmar priests, Bretonnian saints, and Norse priests in the Empire. It is a very sacred profession.

In addition to the ogres showing this treatment to halflings, Windlow is also the first human to receive this honor.

"Cooking, right? Okay, okay."

I was already tired from the journey and thought I could take a short break while waiting for the toll to be collected.

As a result, I became a free chef here.

With so many ogres and such big appetites, there is obviously no time to prepare a sumptuous meal.

It is troublesome to prepare hot dishes or cold dishes in a dry pot, and there is not enough time.

It would be better to just mess around and stuff everything together and make it into fast food. Anyway, the ogres' cooking skills are so poor that just making a random one should be enough.

Under the command of Windlow, the ogres put the uncut meat into a huge stone bowl.

The once most respected ogre chef has now become a helper, picking up his own big hammer and constantly beating the animal meat, beating it until it is bloody and becomes meat paste.

On the other side, the ogres' charcoal fire was also reignited. Although they did not master the planting industry, they could still harvest the products from the land.

Of course there are grains as well, but they are eaten with the seeds and stalks.

Of course they also had the technology to grind flour, but it was rarely used, so under Windlow’s instruction, they also started practicing it.

The flour is ground and put into the oven to bake, and the bread is basically ready.

If there was a dwarf around at this time, he would definitely puff his beard and say that there were too few stones in it and it was not delicious at all.

Now that we have bread and meat, the next step is vegetables.

Ogres will not eat vegetables unless they have no other choice, let alone cook them.

The meat paste has been spread on a flat pan, smeared with a handful of animal oil, and fried on both sides until golden brown.

Finally, take it out of the pan, with a layer of bread on the bottom, stuffed with meat patties, raw vegetables, various sauces and hot sauce in the middle, and finally covered with another layer of bread.

Originally, at least more than ten kinds of sumptuous dishes needed to be prepared, but now they were mixed together by Windlow to create a kind of half-ling stew.

It looks like both the steamed buns of Zhendan and the sandwich of Bretonnia, so it was named hamburger.

The ogre took a small burger at a time, chewing it in big mouthfuls, back and forth, without even saying a word.

This race likes to shout loudly when eating, just like the dwarves. Once they stop talking, it can mean two things.

“So delicious, so tasty, so good.”

Three consecutive adjectives are enough to prove how good Wendlow's craftsmanship is.

Even the animal blood that was originally wasted by the ogres can be collected and made into blood sausage to eat.

The whole camp was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"477 humans, 478 humans, 479 humans, 483 humans."

"Don't count them there. I won't charge them. Come back and eat."

The ogres who were originally counting heads and preparing to collect tolls were also called back to the camp to enjoy the rare delicacy together.

They were very satisfied with the transaction. They did not expect that the Imperial Caravan would be so friendly.

Recalling the previous caravans from Zhendan, not only did they not pay, they also beat up the ogres and even robbed the ogres’ supplies to use for their own business.

What's worse, some people would use some strange and obviously flawed scales to deceive the ogres, who have poor math skills.

After being treated to such a sumptuous meal, the imperial army was also welcomed by the ogres. Not only were they not charged a penny for the toll, they were even given a map.

Even if measured from the perspective of an ogre, this is not a very qualified map.

However, this map actually marked a very clear road in the Mountains of Sorrow that could lead directly to Zhendan.

You know, in the Mountains of Sorrow, although the greenskins and ratmen were all eaten by the ogres, the harsh environment and dangerous wild animals are without exception enemies of the Imperial forces.

If you take the wrong road, not only will it be difficult to obtain supplies in this endless mountain range, but it will also be easy to get completely lost after losing your direction.

Although such a map is crudely made, it still has immeasurable value.

After taking out such a great treasure, the ogre must have demanded a much richer reward.

"We want the recipe, the recipe for your burger!"

The ogre butcher roared loudly, as if he was afraid that Windlow would run away, and he almost blocked the entire exit of the camp by himself.

Seeing this situation, in the eyes of everyone in the imperial army, Windlow could only take on the role of head chef.

He even taught the ogre butcher step by step how to make hamburgers, and also learned how to fry potato chips and eat them with salt.

With such a valuable food recipe in hand, the ogres even sent out the Mountain Hunter, an ogre ranger who travels back and forth among the Mountains of Sorrow and hunts prey.

Let him help the imperial troops cross the mountains, and the reward for all this is that Windlow only needs to provide another Schwarzport blood sausage recipe.

Within a month, the imperial army easily crossed the Mountains of Sorrow, and in the distance, a large connected plain appeared before everyone's eyes.

"We have arrived at Aurora."