Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 334 Betting

While Howard was busy studying the orc snacks, the nun next to him sat upright, but with a confused expression on her face.

Is there something wrong?

The nun was confused.

She was clearly still fighting half an hour ago. At that time, she was wielding Durandal to chop down a Gork mech, and she wanted to chop off the heads of all the orcs on the planet and present them to the Emperor.

After breaking through the cooling tower's defenses, she faced the orc war leader and was ready to defend her dignity and honor with her life.

How come only half an hour later, she was surrounded by a group of singing and dancing psychopaths?

She looked at Howard with confusion, hoping to get an answer from this human.

Then she saw Howard pick up a piece of fried food covered with sauce from the paper box with chopsticks and smell it. The next second, he looked as if he was choked by mustard. After he recovered, he stuffed the fried food back into the box.

"No! Why are you so..." The nun's vocabulary was suddenly lacking again: "...skilled?"

"Huh?" Howard, who was studying the orc snacks, was startled and looked at the nun: "What's going on?"

"Everything that's happening here... look around! Look at these... look at these orcs, look at this... arena? Don't you think it's absurd?" the nun asked with wide eyes.

"Sister, fiction requires logic, but reality doesn't." Howard patted the nun on the shoulder and said, "As long as the result is beneficial to us, I don't think it's absurd or not, it's not something worth discussing."

"Well said." Before the nun could finish her words, a skinny orc sitting in the stands behind nodded in praise after hearing Howard's words. "Absurdity or non-absurdity is only a relative concept. As long as your heart can transcend the limitations you set for yourself, the absurd can become non-absurd, and the impossible can become possible."

Then the orc looked at Howard and said, "Little Shrimp, you are very talented. Do you want to come and learn from me?"

"No, no, thank you for your invitation, but I have other things to do." Howard rejected the orc holding the strange sapphire scepter, and gave his beast popcorn and beast fish balls to the other party.

The nun looked at Howard's friendly communication with the orc, and the suspicion and confusion on her face became even more serious.

She wasn't doubting Howard, she was doubting herself.

After delivering the orc snacks, Howard glanced at the cooling towers packed with orcs. He lowered his voice and said to the nun, "Looking at this situation, Harden's roar probably attracted most of the orcs in the surrounding area. At least for those humans who are still resisting, this is a good thing."

"Ten miles... eight townships? What does this mean?" The nun didn't understand.

"I mean, Harden has called all the orcs from the Blackwater Festival and surrounding areas to gather here. This will relieve a lot of pressure on the humans who are still fighting. Sister, don't you want this?" Howard asked, "Do you want these orcs to leave this place and continue fighting the human troops?"

Then the nun fell silent.

At this moment, all the fart spirits blew their horns together and fired salutes at the same time. Flames rose from burning torches and colorful metal flakes fell like raindrops.

The orcs' golden commentator also gave a pre-match warm-up: "Boys! Farts! Hoppers! Squiggles! And—"

At this point, the orc tour guide deliberately prolonged his voice, raised his hand, drew a big circle in the air to guide the attention of all the orcs, and finally pointed to the humans sitting in the first row.

"And—shrimp!!!" The tour guide pointed at the humans and said, "Welcome to—the arena!!!"

"Today!!! For the mysterious and shining possession!!! The great Crazy Fang welcomes three challengers!!!" the guide shouted from the spaceship, spit flying everywhere. "They will compete with Crazy Fang in three categories: swordsmanship!! Marksmanship!!! And... cooking!!!"

“waaagh!!!”

The lecturer's warm-up speech further ignited the emotions of these already excited orcs, but his speech was not over yet.

"What will be the outcome?! Will Crazy Fang easily crush these shrimps?! Or will these shrimps be able to win the mysterious Shining Shining! Everyone! It's time to place your bets!!"

After the tour guide finished speaking, Howard felt a strong wind coming down from the sky, and at the same time he heard the noise of machinery running. It turned out that two more spaceships flew into the cooling tower.

The two spaceships were one green and one yellow, and both had a huge box connected to the back.

"Those who think Crazy Fang will win!!! Place your bets in the green box!!!" The guide continued, explaining the rules. "Those who think Shrimp will get what he wants!!! Place your bets in the yellow box!!!"

After the rules were announced, two spaceships began to fly around the audience to collect bets, and the brave and aggressive orcs also competed to place bets. They bet everything around them, including but not limited to food, weapons, armor, and various unique collections.

Some orcs were not satisfied after throwing away everything they had on hand. They even grabbed the Farts, Snots or other orcs nearby and threw them in. Some orcs even pulled out the decorative torches and threw them into the gambling box, almost setting the box on fire.

While the orcs were busy placing their bets, the machine gun guys on the spaceship were busy all the time. They operated the paint machine guns to mark every orc who placed a bet. If an orc threw something into the green box, they would shoot the orc with green paint bullets, otherwise they would shoot the orc with yellow paint bullets.

Such markings are very inaccurate and irregular, but no orc cares about this. Orcs enjoy the process of betting rather than the annoying details. Orcs care about victory rather than the pitiful spoils.

After a few rounds, all the orcs threw out their bets, and almost all of them were thrown into the green box, so that the weight exceeded the load of the spacecraft.

So the spaceship had to lower its altitude and speed to prevent the iron box, which was bulging with gambling money on all sides and at the bottom, from suddenly exploding.

Although the proportion of orcs betting in the yellow box is extremely small, it does exist. However, this does not mean that these orcs who placed bets are confident that humans will defeat Harden, but because these orcs are the most cunning.

They realized that if all the beasts bet on Harden, then even if Harden won, they would at most only get back their own spoils. But if they threw some spoils into the yellow box, then when Harden won, these scattered spoils would definitely not be enough for all the beasts to share, and then the orcs would fight each other, and they would have a fight to fight.

No orc thought that humans could win this contest.