Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 180 Reinforcement

"Paji!"

After the Grey Knights were banished back into the Warp by the Eldar Prophet, Howard fell face first into the scorching sand once again.

The Eldar prophet's gaze was fixed on this human. For some reason, he always felt that this human with only weak psychic reactions had an aura that he hated very much.

The prophet of the Eldar gathers all his psychic energy into his eyes. These insightful eyes can see the threads of fate, although only for a very brief moment, but it is enough to reveal something.

The Eye of Insight looked at the human again. The psychic reaction of this human under the Eye of Insight was not like a condensed flame like that of ordinary life, but like a hazy cloud. This was rather strange in the eyes of the Eldar prophet, but not enough to surprise him.

Beyond that, the prophet saw no thread of fate in this human being.

In the vision of the Eye of Insight, he and his companions were entangled in the complex threads of fate. Even those rude orcs had a few simple threads connected to their bodies.

Only that human didn't have a single thread on his body.

The prophet had never seen this phenomenon before, but he soon gave his own explanation.

This showed that this human was insignificant, unable to exert any significant influence on the outside world. Just like when he had used his clairvoyant eyes to observe the unconscious mining slaves at the bottom of the Imperial Hive, those slaves, at first glance, appeared to have no threads of destiny. But this was merely an illusion. Because their influence on the outside world was negligible, and no one else would ever interact with them, their threads of destiny were short and thin. Only by concentrating closely could one discern threads thinner and more fragile than spider silk.

This also further proves that this human is going to die here, so there will be no new silk thread extending.

After just a few seconds of thinking, the Eldar prophet made a decision: ignore this human.

Although there seemed to be some connection between this human and the powerful Grey Knight, under normal circumstances, the Eldar Prophet would have chosen to capture this special human and torture him to extract the secrets from his mind.

But now they are carrying out an important secret mission, and they are already short of manpower. Several of them were killed because of the Grey Knight. If they bring this unidentified human with them, it will become impossible to complete the mission.

Moreover, the thread of fate had told him that the connection between this human and the Grey Knight was looser than he had expected, because the Grey Knight was a very powerful being. If this human could influence the Grey Knight to a certain extent, there should be a connection between him and the Grey Knight.

And now, in the Prophet's opinion, this human and the Grey Knight might not even know each other's names.

In this case, there is no need for this human to pay any attention to it.

The prophet withdrew the spiritual power in his eyes and at the same time ordered all the tribesmen who were still active outside to retreat secretly.

That human? Just let him die.

When the prophet thought he had pronounced judgment on Howard's fate and then left arrogantly, Howard, who had fallen face down on the scorching sand again, stood up. Just like the last time, his ears, eyes, nose and mouth were all blocked with sand, and the sand was mixed with various unknown liquids that were bitter, salty, sour and smelly.

Howard struggled desperately, but the result was the same as before, he was lifted up by a huge hand again.

Hmm? Could it be that Drago wasn't driven away? Or is he back?

Howard brushed away the sand in his eyes, saw what had lifted him up, and gasped.

Because the one pinching his shoulder at this time was an orc who was over four meters tall. The orc had sharp fangs, and half of his face and one eye were burned by flames.

Howard looked around nervously to see if there was anything life-saving, but Drago was gone, and the group of Death Army had completely disappeared. Countless orc limbs and broken weapons were piled up on the ground, but nothing that looked like it could be controlled by Om Messiah.

There was no one or anything that could save him.

"Hi! How are you!" Howard could only bite the bullet and greet the greenskin, because he knew that there were some individuals with intellectual mutations among the greenskins. In addition to the killing instinct that the greenskins themselves had, these individuals also possessed a certain degree of IQ and logic. In this world, in addition to waging war with orcs, humans sometimes also cooperated with orcs. Some orc pirates could even be hired by humans, so trying to communicate with this orc was the only way now.

Sure enough, after hearing Howard's greeting, the orc holding Howard's hand softened its fierce gaze a little, and then it spoke, its voice very similar to the stereotypical voice of ogres or trolls in some Western fantasy films and TV series: "Little shrimp."

There is a play!

Howard's heart had just been rekindled with hope, but the greenskin's next words extinguished the hope again.

“Little shrimps—delicious!”

After saying that, the orc opened his mouth to an unbelievable degree, and it looked like he was going to swallow Howard whole.

"Kougui! Freya! Save my Kouya!"

Howard finally yelled.

But it was swallowed whole by the orc.

After swallowing Howard, the orc touched his stomach contentedly, but soon, this monster born for war showed pain on its face. It half-knelt down, covering its lower abdomen, and vomited a large amount of green juice.

But despite this, its pain did not ease. The orc began to roll on the ground and scream, attracting curious and puzzled glances from other orcs around it.

Finally, the orc crawled on the ground in a kneeling position, and a round red spot began to appear on its lower abdomen. Then the color of the red spot became darker and darker, as if a red-hot iron ball was about to burn through its belly and fall out.

A few seconds later, a glowing sphere really burned through the orc's belly and slowly fell down. It was a transparent purple ball of light, and inside the ball was Howard, who was curled up in a ball.

The ball of light fell to the ground, the shell shattered, and Howard immediately stretched his body and began to retch.

This orc's stomach stinks too much.

Howard got up and looked at the sticky liquid on his clothes with some disgust, thinking that he couldn't keep the clothes anymore.

Then Howard looked in another direction and said unhappily, "Is this fun?"

On the other side, Freya, dressed in a purple dress, appeared among the orcs. She looked at Howard's bewildered appearance with interest, nodded and smiled, saying, "Very funny."

"Waaagh!"

The orcs around discovered this new guy who looked like Bean Sprout, and picked up their weapons again to attack Freya.

But Freya only needed to give a glance, and all the orcs around her were simultaneously ignited with purple flames, turning them into living firewood.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the orcs in the outermost circle were dispersed by a Nurgle beast. The beast vented its anger on the orcs who dared to hurt its friends, and the remaining plague army quickly rushed in from the gap torn open by the Nurgle beast, surrounding Howard and Freya in the middle.

Freya's family is not the only one coming to rescue Howard.