Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 350: Abandoning Doubts

The orc with the cane raised his crutch, and the tiny crack continued to spread and grow.

"You must eradicate your doubts from the bottom of your heart." After seeing this, the orc with the cane did not tap the cane as before, but looked at the confused war leader and said:

"You have never been abandoned. Gogo and Maoge have already given you revelation. The doubt and anger in your heart are their tests of you. Tame it, overcome it, and surpass it. Prove your qualifications to our God. If you cannot do this, then even if I help you this time, it will be of no avail."

"What should I do?" Harden rarely asked the orcs who were supposed to be of lower status than him.

"Learn to forget and ignore, learn to focus. Ignore unimportant details. If you don't care about this crack, it won't have any impact. If you truly believe you can accomplish something, you can do it. This is the ability of us orcs, a unique talent in the entire universe. You don't have to try to explain it all with theories from other races or other civilizations. Our existence is reasonable."

"Forget the distracting thoughts in your mind!" Seeing that Harden was still hesitant, the Cane Beast continued. He raised his cane and pointed at the orcs who were acting as an atmosphere group around him and said, "Listen up! Our compatriots are calling your name! They firmly believe that you can do it! Even those small fry think you can do it. You should believe in yourself too!"

"Don't worry about gains and losses! Don't be timid! So what if you fail? Just try again!" Seeing that the small crack was about to merge with the big crack, the cane orc became a little anxious. He even shouted at Harden presumptuously: "Move!"

The moment he heard the roar of the staff orc, Harden felt as if a force rushed into his body. This force washed over his body and continued to rise with the shouts of other orcs, seemingly endless.

He seemed to feel the gaze of Goge and Maoge again, and the existence of this power was proof of it!

Harden's heart was once again filled with confidence and courage. All his previous doubts were wiped out by this force. Instead, he stood up. He gave up the groove he had hammered out to gain leverage, and instead grabbed the edge of the crack with his hands. Veins on his body bulged again.

Theoretically, this is not a good choice, but at this moment Harden firmly believes that he can do it. As long as his success is inevitable, then all the processes and methods are secondary!

Amid the shouts and expectations of many orc boys, the orc leader of Karenya shouted, and the earth trembled, as if responding to him. The crack that spanned dozens of kilometers began to shrink and heal at an unprecedented speed.

Four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter.

Finally, with a teeth-grinding friction sound, the cracked ground was pieced together without the need for adhesives or molten iron. The connecting points of the fractures bit each other tightly, making it stronger than ever before.

"Wow--"

Finally, Harden pulled out his claws that had sunk into the ground. He raised his fist high in front of all the orcs in Karenya and shouted:

“waaagh!!!”

“waaagh!!!”

The orc boys responded with thunderous roars, and the fluctuations of the psychic map on the Crimson Sword reached a new peak, even approaching Freya's psychic fluctuations. Several detection satellites were burned as a result, and a group of astropaths in the Blackwater Fortress died again.

Inside the arena, except for Howard, all humans and elves had expressions of pain on their faces. Even with psychic protection activated, the aftermath of the psychic energy that leaked in still gave them splitting headaches.

The orcs cheered and shouted, but the focus of all this, the orc war leader slowly lowered his fist. He first glanced at the orc with a cane, who was nodding at him with satisfaction.

Then Harden looked at the source of all this - the energy source above the throne.

He walked straight over and reached his hand into the psychic field. This time, he did not hesitate or delay. His claws passed through the psychic field and accurately grasped the container. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he picked the container off like plucking a fruit from a branch and held it in his hand.

"I understand now," Harden said, looking at the glowing ball in his hands. "This is a test."

Then Harden looked at the humans at the edge of the arena and said, "You seek this thing, so I am your test. But your journey to seek this thing is also my test."

The war leader took the container and walked step by step to the human, to Howard.

"It's amazing." Howard praised Harden at the right time: "This is an absurd miracle. Only you can do it in the entire universe."

"Mr. Howard, thank you for the compliment, but we still have one final match left." Harden looked Howard in the eye and said, "I just put fungus powder in my food that only orcs can taste. This is a method I don't approve of. I lose."

"But." Just when everyone except Howard thought Harden was about to give up his energy source, he suddenly changed the subject: "I lost, but you haven't won yet."

"What do you want to do?" Howard asked.

"You said before that your cooking skills would fascinate even gods. Prove it to me and prove your eligibility to win."

"Easy." Howard snapped his fingers and returned to his workbench. Although the chaos just now made it a mess, with bottles and jars overturned and various condiments spilled everywhere, fortunately the main ingredients for making pancakes were still intact.

Howard took a quick look at the lost materials and then gave the nun an order:

"Sister, go to the cold storage. There's a row of luncheon meats on the shelf on the left side of the door. Take one out. Then, I remember there's a bag of peppers on the shelf closest to the inside. Take that out, too. Then, take out all the fruits and vegetables you see."

The nun said "Yes, sir," and went to collect the ingredients. During this time, Howard scraped off the dough that had become charred, cleaned the griddle, rinsed it, greased it with oil, and heated it.

This time he wanted to make a new pancake, with the goal of conquering the taste buds of the orc war leader.