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

Alvin is very satisfied with his current life.

Living in a safe tree house, I learned a few magics called divine arts, and had a teacher named Yuyin teach me every day...

It can be said that every pleasure point can make you secrete dopamine.

The only drawback is that the cooking method of the food is too crude.

Look at what the orcs are bringing in now:

Grilled ribs, don't you have to grill the whole ribs directly? Did you forget to take your chef's knife? It will kill you if you cut it...

The roasted deer leg looked like some stupid orc had roasted it by holding the hoof over the fire. The upper part was burnt black, but the hoof was almost raw.

If you don't plan to roast it whole, can you remove the lower hoof before serving?

And roasted sea buckthorn fruit... No, big brothers and big sisters, what are you roasting fruit for? You can't eat anything that's not burnt black, right?

Looking at the charred scene in front of him, Alvin, who was originally a little hungry, suddenly lost his appetite.

Senna next to her had bulging cheeks and was eating like a whirlwind.

Come to think of it, the food for the druids wasn't much better, with vegetables eaten raw and meat stewed...

Fortunately, the two half-elves ate very little to begin with, so my casual chewing didn't seem so special.

"Human boy, try the specialty of the Northwestern Wasteland, the sacred object of the orcs of the wasteland."

Broken Tooth Wasteland was in charge of the tribe's diplomatic missions, so naturally he would be responsible for serving food to the guests at the table.

Alvin took a palm-length black cylinder and, at Broken Tooth's instruction, peeled off the skin to reveal the steaming white object inside.

Finally, Blue Star Waste Green no longer had to chew charcoal with his eyes closed, so he took a small bite with great anticipation.

Hmm, very soft and sticky, tastes good, although a bit sour, but with a light sweetness...

Isn’t this yam?

Alvin looked at the "extra-large" yam from another world in his hand and marveled at it.

Hey, roasted yams as thick as arms!

Of course, this roasted yam is not the roasted sweet potato as mentioned in some local dialects, but the real iron stick yam - an enlarged version.

While I was still immersed in the memory of the taste, I heard Broken Tooth Wasteland's loud voice talking about the bloody history of orcs.

Thousands of years ago, the orcs had just arrived in this barren land, and the northwestern wilderness was still dominated by giants.

Although the number of giants is small, their appetite is astonishing and there are basically no living things to be seen within their living territory.

This is also one of the reasons why there are few biological species in the Northwest wilderness.

The ancestors of the wasteland orcs could not snatch food from the giants' mouths, but instead became the giants' new food.

The orcs who were hiding from place to place found a low tree around a lake in the wilderness. The inside of the trunk was white and edible and tasted good.

In this way, the orcs who survived by chewing potatoes, with their tenacious will and hundreds of years of hard work, drove the giants wandering in the wilderness back to the Far North and became the new masters of this land.

It can be said that chewing potatoes played a very important role in the history of the wasteland orcs and are also the main crop of the wasteland orcs.

"So after the Wasteland clans were unified, we set up tents next to the largest lake in the wasteland and planted large areas of chewing potatoes."

When Broken Tooth said this, his expression began to become depressed.

"But even with so many chewing potatoes, the Wasteland Clan still encountered a food crisis."

"That's because orcs are too fertile!" The short Lian, who always speaks without thinking, seemed to think that today's fruit was not very delicious. She didn't give the patriarch any face at all and blurted out the answer.

"Ha ha ha ha!

Little half-elf girl, if you knew how the orcs in the wasteland lived before,

Then you will understand why orcs are so fertile."

Chieftain Tagon took a big sip of the wine in the animal skin bag. It seemed that the wine tasted good. The orc chieftain smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Before the Wasteland clans were unified, half of the ten orc cubs would die before they could walk, and the others would not live to adulthood.

An orc couple worried about their children every day, wondering if they would lose another one.

The life span of orcs is not much different from that of humans, and they are physically stronger than most races, but there are too many dangers and enemies in the wilderness.

Even if they make it to adulthood, few orcs live to be 50 years old.

It’s not that orcs are too fertile, it’s that they have to give birth to so many.”

Tagon put down the leather bag of wine in his hand and looked at Ivan who looked surprised.

"After the Wasteland Clan merged, I and several former large tribal leaders carefully considered:

In a large tribe, for every ten cubs born, one orc will survive to adulthood. In a small tribe, even fewer will survive.

And after the merger, almost most of the cubs are now alive;

You must have heard about the stories of orcs raiding everywhere a few years ago.

That was the first time the Wasteland Tribe encountered food shortage when it was first established.

If Broken Tooth hadn't told me that a human kid boasted that he could help us feed the entire tribe, I'm afraid we would be in the second orc raiding war now."

……

The orc-style barbecue dinner ended in a suddenly weird atmosphere.

Xiling took Senna and the others, and the orc elder in charge of planting, to tinker with the prototype equipment.

Ivan was left alone by Tagon.

Behind the huge tent curtain, the patriarch, who had a tall figure but an old face, was looking at the shimmering waves on the lake not far away.

“Human boy, Broken Tooth told me that you said some novel things at the negotiation table.

To solve the problem of feeding the orc tribe, is it long-term, complicated and requires more feeding?"

Alvin looked at this old orc who had a kind face but would choose to start a war directly for the survival of his tribe.

He is not a native of this world and does not know how cruel war is, but he knows the different meanings of war.

"Great Patriarch, even if I can find a way to feed the existing population of the tribe,

A few years later, the Wasteland Orcs will still choose to wage war against other countries, right?

In the eyes of the Wasteland Orcs, external raiding is to steal food and other survival resources;

But if it's just looting, there's no need to escalate it to the level of war.

Therefore, for the entire wilderness tribe, stealing food is not the only purpose of waging war. The entire tribe needs to consume the excess population through war. "

Tagon was obviously stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and looked at the human male who had just reached adulthood.

"You are very smart, much smarter than Bol from your Druid Order."

"Do not."

Ivan shook his head and continued.

“I’m afraid that Priest Bol has already understood this, so he is preventing me from exchanging technology with you for supplies.

The training of a druid mainly relies on the understanding of the doctrine that all things have spirits and all things are balanced.

The doctrine does not exclude creatures from fighting for life and death for survival, and the orc community can easily accept such a doctrine.

Over time, when druids were born among the orcs and orcs appeared in the Northern District Cult, the two formed a natural kinship.

When the orcs launch a raid or other type of war, the druids will not be the first target of the orcs and can remain neutral as usual.

but--"

Alvin suddenly paused, perhaps thinking that his idea was too naive, or perhaps he was laughing at the middle school mentality that emerged in his heart.

But then he expressed his opinion.

"But I always thought there was a better way -

Everything coexists.”

Tagon looked at the young human who was not even as tall as his shoulders. As an orc with a relatively long lifespan compared to other orcs of his kind, Tagon had seen and heard too much.

In order to survive and to fight for a way to live, living things fight and quarrel with each other, causing death and destruction.

No matter how much blood and glory are used to glorify death and aggression, it is still ugly.

But the words of this young human made him vaguely feel that there was another path.

Tagon was not a druid, so he couldn't think of any appropriate words to describe these vague perceptions.

He just vaguely saw a scene - the orc tribe no longer had to worry about their cubs dying, no longer had to worry about how to survive tomorrow, and no longer had to find ways to send the tribe to die as before.