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

Tagon did not intend to answer this obvious question directly.

He knew what Ivan was referring to, but the orcs in the wasteland had been living this way for thousands of years.

Try your best to give birth to little orcs, and then let the lucky ones escape death during their growth.

After the unification of the wilderness tribes, there was indeed no disaster that would cause a sharp decline in population for more than ten years, so the orc population was able to grow explosively.

Although many orcs, including him, were aware of the consequences of such a large population explosion in a short period of time,

But the orc tribe cannot, or dares not, change the habit of having many cubs.

After all, no one knows what will happen tomorrow.

“In my opinion, there is no right or wrong answer to this question.

Or to put it more intuitively, I think the current wasteland orcs need an explosive population growth.”

"what?"

Tagon was stunned, he was really stunned.

Even the lowest-level orc laborers can realize that having more children is just a helpless act, but how come this human has made it a must-do task...

Ta Gon, who rarely expresses his true emotions in front of outsiders, spoke out loud this time.

"Don't be surprised, let's look at another question now.

Chief Patriarch, how strong do you think a tribe needs to be in order to be fearless of foreign enemies and natural disasters in its own habitat?"

Tagon didn't say anything. He didn't have the answer to this question in his mind.

“I have a view that when a group has the most say in its habitat, foreign enemies need to consider whether they can invade.

If a group's productivity is completely self-sufficient and has enough capacity to deal with crises, natural disasters are nothing to be feared.

Before their own production technology and military technology have developed to a sufficient stage, all of these have to be accomplished by population.

So, which of the above conditions do the wasteland orcs meet now?"

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard in the tent of the chief of the wilderness was the crackling of the campfire.

Tagon thought that the prophecy of Goddess Morgan meant that Alvin would bring methods on how to effectively reduce the population. After all, this has been the most troublesome problem for the tribe in recent years.

Unexpectedly, Alvin's suggestion was exactly the opposite.

Moreover, the idea of ​​relying on population to support infrastructure really made Tagon excited.

"Human boy, the resources in the Northwest Wasteland are limited. Even if we use your magical planting method, it can only allow the Wasteland Clan to expand for another two years.

By that time, there will be no more arable land suitable for growing potatoes in the Northwest Wasteland, and the orcs will be starving and trapped again."

"Pfft-"

Alvin looked at the fire and suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Chief Tagon, do you think expansion is only about expanding territory and strengthening warriors?"

"Is not it?"

“Oh my god, Great Patriarch, you are a shaman! According to legend, you are the mortal who has the best relationship with the gods.

You don't plan to consolidate your faith? You don't plan to develop production technology?

The strength of a tribe is never just about the size of its territory and the level of its combat power.

Ordinary people in the tribe are the cornerstone of the tribe's survival.

Only they can produce abundant food and sharp weapons.

In other words, suppose your total population increases fivefold, but because you focus on improving production technology, with the same production factors, your food production may increase tenfold;

These are not things that warriors with swords and shields can accomplish, but those farmers chewing potatoes in the fields can do it. "

In front of the campfire, this elderly orc, who was more than twenty years older than Broken Tooth, remained silent for a long time.

……

On the ice of the lake not far from the chief's tent, Broken Tooth was taking Lian to watch several half-grown orcs doing "radio gymnastics".

Rather than being a training method, it is more of a way for orcs to vent their excess energy.

Broken Tooth saw Ivan walking out of the tent, and he walked up to him and patted the human boy on the shoulder.

"Is the discussion over? What did the chieftain say?"

"What else can I do? Your Ms. Morgan has already given the answer in advance..."

The useless young man from Blue Star who had no fear of gods pursed his lips. He looked at Lian who was enthusiastically imitating the orc's cramping dance not far away, and the rows of Ivan-brand three-dimensional planting devices by the lake, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably melancholy.

"Hey, Broken Tooth..."

Sensing the human boy's emotions, Broken Tooth Wasteland thought that he had not reached an agreement with the patriarch, and was about to comfort him, but then he heard Alvin continue to ask.

"Tell me, what kind of existence is God...

Most of you have your own gods. We saw a weird god in the Elven Courtyard before.

But to us, to the world, what is God...?"

Morgan's "prophecy" had a profound impact on Ivan.

During the Blue Planet period, although I did not believe in gods and Buddhas, I also learned about religious history.

In most religious texts, gods are infallible and have no self-awareness.

At the beginning of his time travel, Alvin had thought that if they were like the gods in this world, with independent self-awareness, and had to be fair and just and not make mistakes, then wouldn't these guys be actually suppressing themselves?

Morgan, who was mentioned today, is a gossiper and a peeker... This did not make Alvin feel that God was a "God", but a living, intelligent creature like himself.

Thinking of a certain disrespectful old skeleton, Alvin shook his head.

Just as Alvin was about to call Lian to leave, the sound of broken teeth was heard.

“Human boy, I am not a smart person like you and Tagon. I don’t think about gods or the world.

Although I am not a shaman or a priest, and I do not have the ability to communicate with spirits,

But I know that every time I call out to Ms. Morgan, she makes her presence felt;

Every time I needed determination and faith, she never failed me.

If you ask me what God is, to me it would probably be a powerful and loving caretaker.”

After listening to this, Alvin looked at Lian in the distance with a dazed look.

As a human who has never sensed the existence of gods, Alvin has no idea what Broken Tooth means by "feeling the presence of God."

Maybe you can try it yourself?

Instead of silently chanting the gods of nature that he had tried and failed before, he called upon Morgan, the orc goddess of agriculture, in his heart.

I shouted for a long time and even whispered a few words in the middle, but there was still no response.

As expected, I am a theological insulator...

Just as Alvin was about to call Lian to leave, Tagon suddenly ran out of the big tent and shouted at Alvin.

"Human boy! What on earth are you planning in your mind about Ms. Morgan?

She asked me to lock you up with some rutting pigs, and she specifically wanted ten males!

This is the oracle that Ms. Morgan gave me. If I don’t do it, I will be embarrassed.

How about you go and beg for mercy?"