Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Because she still had to hunt down the Nurgle army that escaped in the warp, Freya didn't have much intention to stay in the real universe for long.

So He looked at Howard and asked, "Little cutie, do you want to go back with me, or stay here?"

"I want to stay here." Howard gave his answer.

"The situation here is even more dangerous and complicated than the planet you lived on before!" Freya reminded.

Howard didn't explain his behavior, but gave the answer with his eyes.

Freya: “…”

Freya suddenly reached out her hand, and the demon rubbed Howard's face and said seriously, "You don't have to fight so hard. What you have shown now is enough."

Howard shook his head: "Not enough."

Far from enough.

Then Howard added: "If there is any danger, don't you still have it?"

After hearing Howard's question, Freya raised her head and looked at the black garbage city built by the orcs. Her gaze lingered on the tallest building for a long time.

"Yes, and me too." The demon withdrew his gaze and smiled at Howard. Finally, he pinched his face and said, "When you are in danger, remember to call my name."

"Everything that follows is up to you to do as you please."

After saying this, Freya's figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared like a drop of ink falling into a river, without a trace.

After Freya left, Howard stood alone in the desert full of corpses.

The place he was facing was the orcs' garbage city. If his guess was correct, the target of the group of elves he had encountered before was probably also there.

But in the end, Howard chose to walk back.

This direction should lead to human territory.

Although Howard guessed what was in the orcs' garbage city, the orcs left a very bad first impression on him.

The demons can try to communicate, but you, a green skin, come up and want to eat me.

Howard is very aware of his own abilities. With his strength, he can go to that garbage city and deliver food to the orcs.

But after walking for a while, Howard discovered a problem. He should have walked more than ten kilometers, but at the end of his sight, there were no human buildings except for the endless melting orc corpses.

Although he had heard that the natural strides taken by humans under normal circumstances were of different lengths, they would unconsciously go in circles and kill themselves in open terrain such as deserts or snow without any reference points.

But Howard has a reference, and his reference is the garbage city behind him, so he can ensure that he is always moving away from this garbage city.

Howard knew that he had made the wrong choice, but that didn't mean that his choice to head towards the Orc Garbage City was right.

There used to be a saying in his world: Look at the house, and cry when you walk there.

What it means is that once you see your destination on the horizon, the process of walking from your current location to your destination will be enough to make you suffer.

Even if Howard had chosen to head towards the garbage city, the distance he has traveled now is probably less than one percent of the actual distance from his starting point to the garbage city.

After walking for nearly two hours, Howard felt that he could not hold on any longer.

He could clearly feel that since accepting the gift from the Goddess of Life, his physical strength had improved a lot. If it were in the past, he would probably get heatstroke if he trekked in the desert under the scorching sun for an hour, half an hour, or even an hour without any protection. But now he had been walking for three or four hours, but still showed no signs of heatstroke.

But the lack of signs of heatstroke doesn't mean it's not uncomfortable. Howard could still sweat a little in the first hour or two, but now the sweat on his body has long been dried up, and almost all the excess water in his body has been used to regulate body temperature and excreted. Now he can still survive entirely relying on the gift of the goddess of life.

do not.

Howard said in his heart, don't send it on the way, otherwise Freya will come to rescue him after a while, and he will definitely be ridiculed by her.

At this moment, he saw an orc motorcycle scattered not far away. Suddenly, he seemed to see hope. He swallowed the dry air, squeezed out some strength from his bones, stumbled to the motorcycle, and then was instantly disappointed.

This motorcycle fully embodies the violent spirit of the orcs, as it only has an accelerator but no brakes. The surface of the motorcycle is covered with blades and is painted bright red.

But this was not the reason why Howard was disappointed. Howard was disappointed because the motorcycle had fallen apart. Even if it hadn't fallen apart, it would have been difficult for Howard to start it because the gears between the wheels and the engine did not align. The accelerator pedal was a piece of scrap metal that only moved. There was no circuit or hydraulic device connected to the engine. And Howard was very sure that it had not been there from the beginning, not damaged later.

In other words, this motorcycle, from the tires to the throttle and even the very suspicious engine, is just a decoration that is neither good-looking nor useful. Even though Howard knew that orcs had a metaphysical bonus in this area, he still felt quite shocked when he saw such an outrageous machine head-on.

However, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, Howard took out the Om Messiah, hoping that this magical phone could find a solution.

Howard: "Oh my God! Can you turn this thing on?"

Howard's tone was earnest. Although he knew that the probability of Om Messiah being able to start this thing was negligible, and he knew that the orcs were able to make this outrageous thing start because their lack of necessary scientific knowledge and their thick-skinned brains really believed that this pile of junk could start, Howard still could not convince himself that this thing could start.

As Howard waited, the long-dormant Ohm Messiah gradually woke up. It received Howard's command and used its searchlight laser to sweep across the pile of scrap metal half-buried in the sand, then replied:

"Answer the master, I can start it."

"Oh!" Howard responded lightly and put the Om Messiah back into his pocket.

It is normal that Om Messiah cannot drive the Orcs' vehicles. If it can drive these pieces of junk, it might be even more outrageous than not being able to drive these pieces of junk.

Then Howard dragged his tired body, rubbing his feet against the side, and moved away from the broken motorcycle little by little.

……

Ok? !

After walking about ten meters, Howard's drowsy mind suddenly jolted up.

Then he frantically searched his pockets, trying to find the Om Messiah, but the Om Messiah fell into the sand.

Howard simply lay down on the sand and demanded, "Can you drive those things?!"

Om Messiah's screen lit up blue. "Answer Master, I can."