Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

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Blackwater Fortress, Weinrethburg.

This mansion, which is as luxurious as the Governor's Palace, belongs to the Winres family. This family controls the two most profitable businesses in Karenya - mining and population. Years of accumulation have made it the largest force after the Governor Trevikon family.

In Winres's restaurant, the only long wooden table was filled with food. All kinds of precious ingredients that were difficult for ordinary people to see and imagine were placed in specially corresponding utensils. In the current difficult situation of the war, this table of food could be exchanged for the equipment of an entire Astra Militarum company.

At this moment, there was only one diner at the sumptuous banquet. Reagan Winres, the head of the Winres family, was sitting on a wooden chair at the end of the long table, but the plate in front of him was empty.

The feast did not arouse his appetite at this moment.

He turned off the lights, blew out all the candles, drove away all the servants and waiters, hiding himself completely in darkness and silence, waiting for guests whom he himself didn't even know existed.

After a long time, a flame lit up in the darkness. This flame lit a candle on the candlestick closest to Regen, then another, and finally the third.

After all the candles on the three-headed candlestick were lit, the person extinguished the first flame and stretched a hand into the light.

"You shouldn't be so depressed, Winrace."

The man's tone was cold and rigid, a characteristic of a machine. Even though they were some distance apart, Reagan could still smell the smell of engine oil on him.

But he had no interest in answering.

"They got what we wanted, they succeeded, and we are just one step away from success."

"Vicklor, you, your best fate is to rot in the lab. Leaving your field of expertise, your involvement always leads things in the worst direction. Your plans always seem so perfect, but in reality, just the slightest change can make it completely collapse. You've harmed me, you've harmed all of us."

The mechanical servant carrying the thoughts of the Mechanical Sage in the shadows listened silently to Reagan's accusations. After the other party had finished venting, he slowly said:

"All of this is merely a necessary sacrifice to reach the Kingdom of Truth. Only when the sacrifice is tragic enough will the gains gained in the end be more precious."

Reagan ignored Vicklor's twisted theories.

"I need your help, again," Vicklor said again.

"I already helped you once five years ago, but I got nothing in return."

"I don't think so," Vicklor said. "After that, your family gradually took over the Trivicom family's business and grew rapidly. The data doesn't lie. You gained a lot from our cooperation."

Reagan didn't answer or refute.

"Come on, help me once again. We've been in business for over thirty years, and success is within our grasp."

"I refuse," Reagan replied. "Go back to your lab. The kid is grown up and can take on his responsibilities."

The servitor in the shadows nodded and retreated silently. Reagan couldn't see how it disappeared from the restaurant.

After sinking in silence for a long time, Reagan suddenly felt hungry, so he sat up straight, picked up the tongs and wanted to pick up a piece of bread from the basket.

"Click."

But when the wooden tongs collided with the food in the bread basket, it made the sound of hard objects touching.

Reagan picked up the thing and put it on his plate.

It was an oval piece of green metal.

Just as Reagan leaned closer to take a closer look, the piece of metal made a rustling sound, then stretched out its tiny legs and pounced on his face.

Blackwater Fortress, Edge

The green Thunderhawk slowly descended, and before the hatch was fully opened, a group of guards armed to the teeth jumped down first to check the surrounding situation.

When the cabin door was fully opened, the last four passengers inside slowly walked down. They were Nashimo, Jasmine, Vicklor, and the current Governor of Karenya, Esrick.

After Nakhimov walked out of the airship, although she was very restrained, she still took a deep breath of air. Her cheeks were puffed up, and she looked at the vast world with unconcealable joy in her eyes.

After seeing the young governor, all the soldiers who were still able to move stood at attention, with their right fists clenched and placed on their left chests over their hearts to show respect.

A week ago, this young man was just an insignificant mascot in their eyes, but now he has won the respect of these soldiers with his actions.

Esrick saluted the soldiers in the same manner and then gestured for them to move where they were.

Then a man who looked like an officer ran quickly toward Esrick. After saluting, he said, "Your Excellency, I have brought you a comprehensive report on this battle."

Esrick: "Report, soldier."

"We were divided into four teams for this operation. Team one was responsible for feinting and luring the enemy. Team four was responsible for annihilating the enemies lured out by Team one. They all completed their mission. Team two was responsible for rescuing the trapped defenders and also completed their mission. Team three was responsible for breaking into the orc core area. They have now lost contact and their current situation is unknown."

"Very good, now return to your position and continue to perform your original duties and wait for further orders." Esrick said.

The messenger left, and Esrick looked into the distance. He still hadn't received any message from the nun, and judging from the several peaks on the psychic map, something must have happened in the orcs' core area.

As for what this situation was, whether it was good or bad, Esrick had no idea. All he could do now was to place his complete trust in them.

He withdrew his gaze and walked through the human army that was temporarily stationed and patrolling on the edge of Blackwater Fortress, all the way to the end.

There was also a temporary army stationed on the opposite side. This army was composed of previously trapped human soldiers and the Eldar Death Army. The Sisters of Silence among them had long been transferred to a safer place inside the Blackwater Fortress.

This long-beleaguered group was more shabby and worn-out than the group stationed behind Esrick in terms of both equipment and appearance, but its spirit was far superior to that of the army behind him that was temporarily assembled and composed of servants and guards from various nobles.

A rough estimate shows that this team has three to four thousand people including the Eldar, many of whom are injured, both humans and Eldar. The medical soldiers and medical nuns in the Blackwater Fortress are treating these wounded.

In this team, humans and elves have never been so close. Although there is still a huge gap in consciousness and identity between them, they cooperate with each other and advance and retreat together in the process of fighting against the orcs.

Even though Molvi had incorporated all the Eldar into the evacuation team along with the Sisters of Silence, a few Eldar still chose to stay and help humans fight off the orcs. Perhaps at this time, something called friendship had already developed between them.

This was also one of the reasons why this team was not incorporated immediately. On the one hand, the troops in the Blackwater Fortress were reorganized for the second general attack, and many of the original numbers were cancelled. The original formations of these soldiers no longer existed and could not be incorporated immediately.

The most important point is that these soldiers have too close a relationship with the Eldar. Even though they know that this is forced by the situation, these soldiers who cooperate with the Eldar without the permission of the supreme commander must undergo strict review in the future before they can be sent to the battlefield again.

Although it is cruel, one must be so cautious when dealing with aliens. Not destroying them directly is already a great mercy.