I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Traditional orc tribes have a population of dozens in larger ones and only three or five in smaller ones. They are scattered in their own habitats and are not a big deal.

Large tribes usually have an old shaman who is responsible for singing, dancing and telling stories. Of course, he also knows some magic. He can be said to be the highest spiritual leader of the tribe.

Smaller ones are usually led by a powerful warrior who is at least a mid-level professional.

Without these big guys acting as protectors, the tribe would be unable to fight against the harsh environment of the Northwest Desert and would be doomed.

However, the orcs in the northwest wilderness seem to be expanding like a nomadic empire that has unified the grassland tribes.

A large tribe that was already very powerful spent nearly a hundred years integrating the entire orc tribe in the northwestern wilderness.

You said it wouldn't take that long just to get the population together.

After all, orcs are not a low-intelligence group, and their internal communication is quite smooth.

But the tribe that initiated this large-scale integration movement did not simply gather people together and be done with it.

They broke up the clan system that was customary in the orc society, created a new surname - Wasteland, and then forced everyone to change their surnames, including the initiator himself.

That's why they are called Wasteland Orcs.

Now, all the orcs in the entire northwest wilderness introduce themselves in the same way.

"waaaaaaah! I am Skullbreaker Wasteland! I want to eat meat!"

"Waaaaaaah! I'm Chopped Hand Wasteland! The one in front is my cousin!"

That’s basically what it means.

The reform of social system will inevitably bring new problems.

In the past, when there was no integration, each tribe resisted the survival of the fittest in biological reproduction.

The old and weak orcs cannot get enough food, and the young orcs have to snatch small pieces of jerky from their brothers and sisters...

Therefore, only the strong individuals can survive.

In addition, the average lifespan of orcs is shorter than that of humans, which has resulted in the population of the orc community never increasing.

After the orcs of the wasteland unified the world, the outstanding talents such as shamans and warriors from various tribes were gathered together to carry out hunting, medical and production activities in a unified manner.

As a result, the living standards are rising rapidly, and the happiness index of the orc residents has increased exponentially.

As their lives became comfortable, the orcs began to create little people crazily, and also ushered in their own population explosion.

Originally, the orcs in the Northwest Wasteland numbered no more than two to three thousand, and most of them were strong young men;

Now these young and strong men are old, and they have created a lot of orc children who can only crawl on the ground.

Among the population approaching 5,000, less than a quarter are young and strong enough to hunt and produce.

Therefore, the orc tribe, feeling under great pressure, decided to expand the targets of hunting from wild beasts to intelligent creatures, and to upgrade the traditional hunting skills into plundering skills.

The largest "bandit group" in the entire Northwest was born.

But the wasteland orcs themselves don't think so.

In their concept, the wasteland orcs finally carried out a great "social form upgrade" and ignited the fire of "civilization".

Of course, you can't be so "bandit-like".

Therefore, after heated discussions among some smart orcs, the Wasteland Tribe's "Roaring Diplomacy" policy was introduced:

First, yell at each other for food;

If you can't get food by yelling,

Then just move to the other person's house.

……

Broken Tooth Wasteland, 45 years old this year, is a "big leg" of the older generation of the Wasteland tribe.

When the Wasteland Tribe had not yet unified the world, he was one of the few smart people in his small tribe, and he was also a berserker who mastered advanced skills.

As a result of constantly traveling around with his tribe and exchanging supplies with other tribes passing by, this berserker has acquired fairly good communication skills.

Berserkers often go berserk (violent) during combat.

In order to increase his momentum and intimidate his opponents, he would shout loudly every time he got angry.

Over time, Broken Tooth's voice became extremely powerful and his roar was deafening.

In the eyes of the orcs, this skill will be of great advantage when dealing with "diplomatic" affairs. She is simply a recognized socialite among this group of idiots.

But now, our socialite feels that she can't shout out food this time.

The big bald guy opposite is not only stubborn and refuses to give in, but also looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.

Although his voice is not as loud as mine, his arms are thicker than mine... and he is said to be a spellcaster.

If I yell too loudly and the other party gets angry and starts a fight, I, as a purely physical profession, will probably suffer.

So the wise Broken Tooth Wasteland decided to change his diplomatic strategy.

If roaring doesn't bring food, just wait for a time to roar again.

"Human druid!

Broken Tooth is hungry! Broken Tooth wants to go back and eat meat!

You and I! We'll talk tomorrow!"

……

After finishing the foreign affairs meeting, Boll returned to his base picking his ears.

I have to cast a healing spell to protect my eardrums when I get back.

As a "master of balance" who always remains neutral, Bol actually has no ill feelings towards orcs.

Ever since the orc integration movement came to an end a few years ago and orc-style diplomacy began, Bol has been very supportive.

Well, the Druid Order is just an organization responsible for protecting nature, not the masters of this forest, so they don't feel that they are being robbed by orcs.

The annual "Roaring Diplomacy" can not only prevent orcs from entering the Haze Forest for excessive hunting, but also help the Haze Forest consume excess flora and fauna. It is a win-win situation for everyone.

After all, orcs eat everything and are never picky about food.

But this autumn, the amount of food demanded by the wasteland orcs suddenly doubled.

This situation was beyond Boll's expectations.

Even as he reached the center of the camp, Bol was still scratching his ears while struggling in his mind:

Should we fight now, or mix some stones into the food and fight the angry orcs after the winter?

As a druid, sometimes you can also control the number of intelligent creatures.

Of course, even though Bol was extremely agitated by Broken Tooth Wasteland's roar, he knew in his heart that this was not a good time to launch the campaign of "resisting foreign invasion and reducing the orc population."

Relying on a Northern District sect of less than 30 people to fight against a tribe of 5,000 people with a combat strength of more than 1,000 people, isn't this nonsense...

Druids can cast spells, and those above the intermediate level are proficient in both physical and magical spells;

But they have orc warriors, orc shamans, and the apostate orc priests and orc rangers...

Even if all the thousand men were beginners, they could still kill these thirty of them just by sheer numbers.

Alas, it’s all because of those stupid barbarians.

He eats a lot and doesn't know how to control himself.

Priest Boll paced back and forth, lost in thought.

It was not until I walked under the big oak tree in the camp that I came to my senses.

He saw his good disciple and future sect leader squatting on the ground, stunned by being fooled by a pretty boy human.