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

The early winter snow had been falling for several days in a row, and the druid settlement in the Haze Forest was now covered with a thin layer of white.

The druids, who have been busy for a whole year, should have taken advantage of the coming winter snow to enjoy the rare vacation.

Unfortunately, this year is different from the past. The station is full of busy scenes.

Under the nagging of Il, the impatient man in charge of defense, the Patriarch had to draw a few people from his tight staff to help Il build fortifications.

Thanks to the magic of druids, these druids who had no knowledge of carpentry used magic to shape rough wooden spikes for chevaux de frise outside the city wall.

Senna, who was in charge of making the nutrient solution for planting, had temporarily finished her work, but she had been a little unhappy recently.

The only beautiful moon elf in her group was borrowed by Xiling, and she finally got to know her well...

At this time, Xiling was under the big oak tree in the center of the base, gathering the team that was going to go out and wipe out the Fallen.

In addition to the four members of the "Rapid Response Team" itself, there is also a novice druid who specializes in spell combat, a very beautiful moon elf warrior, and a not-so-serious human pervert.

"Captain Xiling, do we need to bring all these weapons..."

A weak voice sounded. It was the one who found Xiling stabbing Ivan in the cave—Aeriella Moonshadow, the elf who had just become a beginner druid.

“Choose a weapon you can use, and make sure you have at least one secondary weapon.

We don’t know what intensity of battle we will encounter this time, so we need to be more fully prepared.”

Another member of the rapid response team, a female elf ranger who knew some divine arts, used her super eyesight to discover the sealed cave.

"Captain Xiling, are there any extra bows and arrows in the base? I didn't prepare a second short bow."

"No, Lyria, druids are not a profession that is good at bows and arrows."

"Okay, then I'll bring some extra daggers to use as throwing weapons."

“Of course, there are still a lot of daggers in the station.

So, Miss Warrior, do you need any specific weapons or shields?"

The pretty elf in question stepped forward and smiled warmly at Xiling, like the warm sunshine in spring. Her tall figure, which was comparable to Xiling's, made Ivan's eyes light up.

"Beautiful half-elf lady, Tirion Riverblade greets you.

Allow me to correct myself, I am a male moon elf."

After hearing this, Ivan's shining eyes instantly became extremely alert.

"As a warrior, I never leave my weapon."

After saying that, he pointed to the two long swords on his waist. It seems that he is also a warrior who is good at using both hands.

Xiling said sorry awkwardly and looked at the last druid, the human Todd, who was also an old man in the residence.

Todd, who was good at spell combat, just held a wooden staff and had no intention of choosing a weapon, but he was wearing a full set of defense team leather armor and enchanted equipment contributed by Ivan.

The thirty-year-old druid was playing with a little squirrel in his hand.

"Xi Ling, you know I'm not good at close combat, and holding a weapon will only consume extra energy.

But could you please trouble Lord Ivan to give me a few more enchanted equipment?"

When Alvin was called, he suddenly became energetic. He finally experienced the feeling of being needed.

"Of course, of course!

Mr. Todd, what kind of enchantment would you like?

Is it a bracer that summons an oak staff, or more healing spells?

I recently discovered a new way to play, you can put a cloak full of pins enchanted with healing magic...

oh! correct!

Do you want the gloves that can release [Charm Animals]? "

"no!"

When Xiling heard this, she immediately interrupted Alvin.

“You can use other enchanted items, but you can’t cast your charm spell!

Go to Alia and get the supplies she prepared for us!"

……

In the northwest wilderness, the orcs repaired their tents early to cope with the harsh winter weather.

Although it is not the monsoon season unique to the wasteland, there is no need to worry about the strong wind blowing the little orcs away.

But during the coldest parts of winter, a tent that is not sturdy enough will be weighed down by the snow.

Some orc laborers were adding supporting logs to the chieftain's tent, and several older orc ladies were boiling hot soup on the fire nearby, preparing to dispel the cold for the laborers.

"Oh my god! This is unbelievable!

Patriarch, the first batch of new sweet potatoes has begun to be harvested!

With this yield, we won’t have to worry about food throughout the winter!”

The elder in charge of agricultural planting was holding a pot of peeled sweet potatoes and reporting the results of soilless planting to the patriarch Tagun with an excited look on his face.

Tagon sat on a hide mat, the old shaman's mouth wide open, the wrinkles on his face made more obvious by the smile he couldn't help.

He took a piece of chewing potato from the planting elder. The snow-white rhizome was twice as thick as the ones he had planted before.

Just based on the amount in my hand, it is probably enough for a half-grown orc boy to have a full meal.

“The Druid’s skills are truly amazing!

The chewing potatoes grown are big and filling, and the yield is several times more than before.

Broken Tooth, is there any new news this time?"

Broken Tooth Huangyuan also had a piece of chewing potato as long as his arm in his hand and was about to put it into his mouth.

"The transaction went very smoothly. We provided the druids with young orcs who were willing to change their faith - that is, reserve students, a new term coined by the human boy named Ivan.

At the same time, we will continue to serve as the defense force in the northwest of the Haze Forest to prevent the invasion of some foreign creatures."

After taking a bite of the large chewy potato, Broken Tooth narrowed his eyes slightly.

It is indeed much more delicious than the thumb-thick "little wooden sticks" I had eaten before.

However, Duan Ya was not happy about this. He still frowned solemnly.

“Broken Tooth, my foreign affairs elder, your soul has lost its peace.

No matter how much you suppress yourself, the shaman can still see through your soul and see your inner fluctuations. "

Duan Ya put down the food in his hand. Although it tasted good, he had no appetite at the moment.

“Great Patriarch, I shouldn’t hide my thoughts from you.

I am indeed concerned about the crisis of the haze forest.”

"You mean the group of elves in the east, right?

You are worried about the druids who provide us with nutrients.

I was worried that after the fall of the North District Cult, there would be no magical liquid to grow these chewy potatoes;

I think, apart from all that, the friendship formed in battle also makes you unable to bear to see your companions who once fought alongside you fall into danger.

Look, as a shaman, I can sense your thoughts, but—"

Chief Tagon paused for a moment, then he stood up on his knees, walked through the workers who were working on the construction, and looked at the snow scene outside the door curtain.

“But the shaman can also sense the astral realm where Morgan is…

I'm afraid Corellon's strange behavior is just the beginning.

Broken Tooth Wasteland, wait a little longer until the turmoil in the star realm subsides.

But before that, you can let the little ones get ready first, so that they don’t forget the orcs’ bravery on the battlefield because they are too full.”

Broken Tooth raised his head. He understood the implication in the patriarch's words.

The tall orc stood up, and his aging body seemed to be full of youthful vitality again.

He clenched his right fist and pounded it on his chest, making a dull sound.

"Blood and glory."

There was no loud roar, no passionate tone, just a simple whisper that seemed only he could hear.

Tagon turned his face, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a lot. Then he said in the same low and calm tone:

"Blood and glory."