Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 344 Referee

Howard used a chisel to chisel the ingredients he needed from the wall or floor of the cold storage like digging, then dragged them to his own cooking table and soaked them in hot water across an iron basin to thaw. While waiting for them to thaw, Howard looked at his opponent.

On the other side, Harden also came to the cooking table specially built for him. The eight-meter-tall orc tied on an apron made of countless rags, put on a chef's hat on his head, and even held a human cookbook in his hand.

However, this bound human book was so small in front of His huge fingers that He could only read it by twisting it between His middle and index fingers.

Howard stared at Harden. He didn't care where this human cookbook came from. Instead, he wanted to see how the orc turned the pages of the book, because the orc's nails were thicker than the entire book and covered with hard calluses. In theory, he shouldn't be able to pick up a piece of paper if it fell on the ground.

Howard stared at Harden for a long time, and Harden also stared at the pages for a long time. Just when Howard was about to think that the orc was not reading the recipe at all and was just pretending, the other party suddenly snorted.

Then a fart monster jumped out from the folds of his clothes. The little monster climbed up Harden's arm using his hands and feet like climbing a rock, then hopped over to Harden's fingers where he was twisting the recipe and squatted down. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his dirty little hands clean, and then turned the page of the recipe.

After turning the page, Harden flicked the fart spirit back into his trouser pocket.

Awesome.

Howard's frown slowly relaxed, and his doubts disappeared, so there was no need for him to stare at the other person anymore. He turned around and began to process his own ingredients. At this time, the ingredients had almost been thawed. Although they were slightly damp and clumpy, it was not a big problem.

"Dear audience! Intermission is over! The third and final round of competition has begun. This time the competition is about—cooking skills!!!"

Tour Guide No. 2 started chattering again.

"In the first two swordfighting and shooting competitions, Kuangya was the unsurprising winner! This competition might be a challenge for him. As everyone knows, we orcs aren't good at preparing food as fancy as shrimps! But perhaps it's precisely for this reason that this little shrimp chose this area to compete with Kuangya!"

"Will Crazy Fang be able to maintain their usual dominance and win this match, or will this little shrimp's trick succeed? Let's continue to pay attention to this match."

Howard felt uncomfortable with the orcs' attention, but fortunately he had never been a socially anxious person, so he endured the slight discomfort and methodically weighed various flours and bean flours and poured them into an iron bucket. Then he took half a bucket of water that barely met the "turbid" standard and began to stir it.

"Let's take a look at the competition. It looks like the shrimps are making tasteless paste. This is not a wise move because we orcs don't like vegetarian food!"

The speech of Explainer No. 2 drew a roar of agreement from the surrounding orcs. While orcs would eat vegetarian food like mushrooms, given the choice, they preferred large pieces of meat.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, Harden, who was sharpening the knife, suddenly threw the meat cleaver in his hand aside. The noise was so loud that it scared all the animals and people present.

"It seems that something went wrong on Crazy Fang's side. Let's follow up on the subsequent developments."

"It's too loud," Harden said.

"Although I also think this is true, these three words should never come out of your mouth." Howard complained while holding the iron bucket and stirring it.

"No, no, the noise is secondary." Harden picked up the butcher knife he had thrown away and continued, "This is not fair."

When Howard was puzzled, Harden continued: "The commentators' comments will be heard by the referees, so even if they are blindfolded, they can still judge what kind of food we are making through the commentary."

Howard really didn't expect what Harden said, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.

"So how do you plan to solve this problem?" Howard asked.

In fact, he has been annoyed with this commentator for a long time, but they are now playing away games, and being able to get the content of their choice of competition is already a huge victory, so he dare not push his luck any further.

And it's not like he hasn't tried before. Even if he secretly uses Ohm Messiah to get rid of a commentator, a new one will soon take his place.

However, if Harden himself suggested that the commentator mute his microphone, that would certainly be a pleasant surprise.

"Come here." Just as Howard was waiting for Harden to give the order to shut up the commentator, the orc called his men over: "Go and dig out the ears and eyes of the orcs chosen as referees. Only the tongues and noses are left for tasting."

"No, no?!?!" The orcs didn't react after Harden gave the order, but Howard was shocked: "What did you just say?"

So Harden repeated it again: "I say, dig out the eyes and ears of those orcs who are referees."

"You seem a little extreme," Howard said.

Although it seems counterintuitive, orcs actually have no regenerative abilities. Although this half-fungus, half-animal green monster has strong vitality, it cannot regenerate severed limbs or organs.

That is to say, when Harden really dug out their eyes and ears, he would permanently deprive them of their vision and hearing. Although Howard has no feelings towards orcs, this cruelty to his own kind still makes him very disgusted.

"No, not at all," Harden replied. "You don't think this is a punishment for them, do you? On the contrary, this is a reward for these referees, because after this is over, I will have my dedicated technicians build them a new pair of eyes and cochleas."

Well, you are awesome.

So Howard didn't know what to say. He turned his gaze back to his iron bucket, put the batter aside after mixing it, and then began to make the crispy dough to be sandwiched in the pancake.

On the other side, the orc leader finally sharpened his meat-cleaver and prepared to start processing his food - a ferocious Squig.