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

The Northwest Wilderness is an endless wasteland that is beginning to turn into a desert.

Although there are no large deserts yet, a place where you get a mouthful of sand every two steps is definitely not a good feng shui location.

Unlike the haze forest, the Northwest Wasteland has plenty of sunshine, but due to the lack of shelter, it is windy.

How strong is the wind?

According to Broken Tooth Wasteland, the youngsters in the tribe had to be tied together with ropes before they grew to a certain weight.

Otherwise, when the monsoon passes, the adult orcs will have to spend a long time looking for the orc children who were blown away by the wind.

The key is that this spring monsoon is quite tolerable. After all, it blows from the warm southwest. Although it is strong, it is warm.

The autumn monsoon blew in from the ice fields of the Far North. If one wasn't careful, the cubs would be covered in frostbite.

In addition to the two super monsoons that come every year, the Northwest Desert has an even more terrifying danger - temperature difference.

During the day when the weather was clear, the tribe was filled with naked orcs of all ages, sweating profusely at the slightest movement;

At night, when the sun can no longer bring heat to the wasteland, the temperature in the wasteland will drop below freezing after sunset.

Thanks to the tenacious orcs, they have been able to survive in such a harsh environment for thousands of years.

Most of the druids following Broken Tooth Wasteland were stepping into the Northwest Wasteland for the first time and were admiring the scenery of the wasteland with curiosity.

Archbishop Bol needs to go to the elven kingdom east of the Gray Haze Forest for the final negotiations and exchanges before winter.

Therefore, this trip to the wilderness was led by the steady Xiling.

In addition to Ivan and Senna, who had to be on site to provide agricultural guidance, the team also had a short half-elf known for his "combat prowess".

Early in the morning, the little half-elf made up his mind not to let the pervert take advantage of his sister. He held his small wooden staff, carried a small round shield on his back, and wore a half-leather armor under his gray robe. He stood at the entrance of the base fully armed.

I don’t know whether this equipment is used to fight against orcs or against Alvin.

Anyway, the result of the last negotiation was quite satisfactory. This time I am going to the wasteland tribe as an "agricultural consultant" and there will be no chance of fighting.

Xiling couldn't persuade her sister, so she had to take this team member who was not in the plan with her.

As soon as he walked out of the Gray Haze Forest, he met Broken Tooth who came to pick him up. This naturally outgoing little half-elf quickly became friends with Broken Tooth Wasteland and they chatted about all sorts of things under the sun.

Alvin looked at this scene and felt it was strangely familiar.

Walking from morning to noon, after Senna had eaten the tenth raspberry, Alvin finally saw the settlement of the wasteland orcs.

There was an endless stretch of animal hide tents, stacked together in uneven shapes. The tents were large, with the smallest tents seeming to be around 40 or 50 square meters, but the overall floor space was much smaller than Ivan had imagined.

To the west of the tent complex is a fairly large lake, the surface of the water is calm with only a few ripples;

Going further south along the lake, there are stretches of farmland, where orcs are tending to a crop that is half a person's height and looks like sugarcane;

To the north, there is a winding river that wraps around the entire orc settlement and flows into the lake in the west.

It is hard to imagine that thousands of orcs are crammed into this not-so-big area.

While greeting the orcs he met, Broken Tooth led Ivan and his party into the largest tent by the lake. Several old orcs who looked older than Broken Tooth and had hunched backs were sitting cross-legged on the animal skin mats in the tent.

"The Wasteland Clan welcomes you, friends."

An orc with a face full of neatly combed white hair and taller than Broken Tooth stood up and saluted the druids.

"Morgan's servant, the great patriarch of the Wasteland clan, Targon Wasteland, greets you all."

……

Regarding faith, it is a very serious matter in the main material plane.

Because God exists, is alive, and has self-awareness.

Although most of the time, gods will not pay too much attention to their believers, but if you say bad things about them behind their backs and happen to run into the divine consciousness sweeping over you, the petty-minded gods will remember your name in their notebooks.

If your actions have made the gods intolerable, then you can expect to receive sanctions from above - a certain perverted human knight has experienced such treatment.

Therefore, in the Prime Material Plane, when mentioning the name of God, one must be very careful in what one says.

For example, the title used when introducing yourself.

Ordinary believers, whether they are small vendors in the city or great warriors who fight dragons alone, will only call themselves believers of a certain god;

But divine spellcasters, whether you are a priest, a druid, or a charlatan or a paladin, will claim to be servants of the gods.

For example, Bol, the leader of the North District Church who believed in Mielikki, used the name "Mielikki's loyal servant" when reporting to Ivan.

The orc in front of him, who looks very weathered, is also a divine spellcaster - an orc shaman.

Unlike a druid, a shaman's magic is not acquired through learning, but is bestowed by the gods when he is promoted.

Therefore, compared with other spellcasters, shamans are closer to the gods and their numbers are also rarer.

Of course, it is still a little worse than the legendary "God's Blessed One".

After all, those favored by God are characters who can communicate directly with God.

Talk about the present.

The wasteland orcs, who had been craning their necks in anticipation of the "agricultural experts" for three days, gathered around Xiling and Senna, who seemed more reliable, and eagerly asked about how to feed the tribe.

Instead, the authors, developers and owners of the technology patents were left out.

It was not until Senna looked at Ivan pitifully and asked for help that the orcs realized that the protagonist was the human male gigolo.

The chief of the Wasteland tribe had heard Broken Tooth's report a long time ago, so he was not surprised at all. He just walked forward, grabbed the orcs who kept trying to squeeze into the tent, and threw them out one by one.

"Scatter, scatter!

In order to hurry on our way, our neighbors must not have eaten yet!

Orcs never let their friends go hungry!

Ironhead! Ironhead·Wasteland!

Give me back the sea buckthorn wine you stole from me last night!"