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

Compared to the frozen plains to the north, the winter in the Haze Forest is relatively easy to endure.

When the snow was at its deepest, it was only about Lian's height; even the snow in the northwest wilderness could fit a normal-height human, which would be about one and a half Lian's height.

Of course, there is still some time before the deep winter, so it won’t be so long that the short half-elf will be unable to move...

Unlike the east side which was fraught with dangers, the road to the wilderness tribe on the west side was very safe. The only few large beasts had now stored enough fat and were sleeping in their caves.

As the temperature dropped, Ivan had to wrap himself in thick leather armor, which slowed down the movement of the useless young man.

"Hurry up, pervert! Even Todd walks faster than you!"

You are making up stories about Todd behind his back, does he know...

"At this speed, by the time we reach the Wasteland Tribe, the orcs will have finished their dinner!"

What does it have to do with you whether the orcs eat dinner or not... You don't eat the half-cooked food they roast...

"Hurry up, pervert, if you walk faster I will say more good things about you to my sister!"

Hehe, it seems that Xiling's bad impression of me is all because of you...

Alvin, who was too cold to speak, silently endured the complaints and stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

But even so, the two still arrived at the wilderness tribe in the afternoon.

When Broken Tooth Wasteland led the lively Lian and the trembling Ivan into the tent of the chieftain Targon, the short girl finally stopped talking.

"Welcome, my wise human friend. Morgan has already foretold your arrival to me."

"Dededede... Tagon... Chief Dedede... thank you... for your... Dedede..."

Tagon looked at the young human who had been grumbling for a long time, sitting on the fur mat, pounding his knees, and laughing.

Broken Tooth beside him laughed even louder. While serving a bowl of potato soup to Little Lian, he teased Ivan with his roaring voice:

“Human boy, how come your physical condition is worse than when we were together?

Those elf girls... ahem... didn't those elves teach you some tricks to keep fit?"

He was planning to blurt out a dirty joke, but suddenly realized that there was little Lian, who was not yet an adult, so he made an abrupt turn.

Lian, who didn't even know how to give birth to a half-elf, took this bend as real.

The little girl pulled the broken tooth with great interest and asked:

"Do the elves have any secret method to improve physical fitness?"

There is no other reason. As a part-time fighter, Xiao Lian is quite interested in the method of improving physical strength.

"Uh……"

Duan Ya was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain. He could only look to Ivan who was still mumbling for help.

This glance confused Alvin. I actually want to know too...

In the end, it was the chieftain Tagon who rescued Broken Tooth.

“Little girl, every race has its own strengths, but whether the elves have training methods to improve their physical fitness is something you have to ask the elves themselves.

However, we orcs do have a set of training methods to increase strength. If you are interested, I will let Broken Tooth take you to try it?"

"Really? Are you sure?"

The short half-elf's eyes suddenly sparkled.

Broken Tooth fully understood the chief's intention. He gestured to the other orcs in the tent and coaxed the little girl to walk out of the tent.

“Haha, little Lian, you are so lucky.

If it weren't for the instructions of the patriarch, the alien race would have no chance to learn the unique training techniques of the orcs.

Come on, let's go to the ice on the lake, I'll ask some kids to show you..."

……

When only the chief and Ivan were left in the tent, the two changed their previous attitudes. One of them stopped pounding his knees and stood straight beside the campfire in the middle of the tent; the other stopped chattering and looked at the orc shaman with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Come for food?"

"How direct! Ms. Morgan even told you what I'm here for?"

"That's not all. She also told me a lot more, such as her good friend Lal..."

"Huh?! Who?! This is none of my business!"

"It is said that the glorious deeds of that fearless human boy in Radiant City have spread like wildfire among the goddess' circle."

"Uh...it seems that gossip is not based on race, but gender...

Okay, Chief Patriarch, let's get down to business. What are you planning to do by leaving me alone again this time?"

Looking at this young human who was not even as tall as his shoulders, the shaman who was good at sensing souls felt that the soul of this human boy was extremely special. It seemed very powerful and yet very weak, and was different from the souls of all the creatures he had seen over the years.

“The Wasteland Tribe can help the druids solve their food problem this winter.

But it can only be this winter.

Although your planting technology is amazing and has increased the yield many times,

But I have calculated with several elders: in two years at the shortest and five years at the most, the orcs in the wasteland will once again face the problem of population expansion and food shortages..."

Ivan tilted his head back, staring into the old orc's eyes, waiting for the chief to finish his words.

“And what Morgan told me this time was that not only would you come to borrow food;

The goddess also told me that your visit this time will bring a way for the Wasteland Clan to not worry about population expansion."

"It seems that Ms. Morgan is very good at reading minds... She even knew about my plan to exchange family planning for food."

"Hahaha, that's not the case.

It's just that when a certain boy was discussing with his girlfriend how to deal with Tagun, the most difficult old fox in the wasteland, Ms. Morgan happened to be looking in the direction of your Druid Station...

After all, Ms. Morgan, who works in agriculture, can always be curious about such a bizarre planting method. "

Alvin nodded somewhat melancholy. Although he knew that gods and demons were everywhere, the feeling of having no privacy and being spied on at any time was terrible.

"Let's talk business. I, an old fox, am looking forward to your plan..."

Well, this is still an old guy who holds a grudge.

Ivan calmed down, organized his words, and then asked Tagon a question.

"Great Patriarch, do you think that a larger population would help the Wasteland tribe, or that a Wasteland clan with a moderate number of people but better quality would be more powerful?"