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

As deep winter approaches, the druids take advantage of the few days without wind or snow to begin a massive land preparation operation.

Senna, who was in charge of leveling the farmland, worked very hard to drain the last bit of energy from Ivan.

Wherever there is a need to dig a hole, ask that pervert to [Turn Fossils into Mud];

Wherever there is a need for paving, call the metamorphosis to [turn the stone into mud];

Where the soil needs to be turned, call a pervert...

And Ivan, who looked like he was overindulging himself every day, had to learn his stupid [breeding technique] from an old skeleton who had no teaching experience at all...

Just like that, while paving the ground and laying pipes, Senna ordered him around, which made a certain short half-elf extremely happy;

On the other hand, he was learning magic in a daze amid the old skeleton's shouts of "Stupid! Idiot! Are you a fool?", which made Xiling feel a little uncomfortable.

Finally, his hard work paid off. When the druids brought in some fish fry that liked to eat chewed potato crumbs, Alvin finally learned this modified version of the magic.

Looking at Ivan who was sleeping soundly on the side, Xiling used a [Light and Heat Spell] to warm him up, and then asked the old skeleton.

"Lord Rillifane, this difficult spell, Breeding, how many levels is it?"

The old skeleton rubbed his white neck bones and answered nonchalantly:

"It might be a little harder than the original version, maybe six rings? Or seven rings?"

Xiling looked at the old skeleton in surprise, and then looked at Ivan in surprise.

This human's talent is really incomprehensible. He hasn't even learned the low-level [Light and Heat Technique] yet, but he learned the high-level revised divine technique in just two days...

……

Broken Tooth Wasteland stood in the chief's tent, and the chief in front of him was in a state of meditation.

To put it bluntly, it is communicating with the goddess Morgan.

Broken Tooth stood quietly by the side. The turmoil in the northern part of the wilderness made this foreign affairs elder a little uneasy.

Kong'er on the side clenched his fists. He was an orc who had fought against those frost monsters head-on and knew very well how terrifying those creatures were.

After a long time, Chieftain Tagon let out a long breath and sat up straight on the animal skin cushion.

"Great Patriarch, does Ms. Morgan have any guidance?"

Tagon pulled over a water bag and drank a large gulp of water into his dry throat to moisten his throat before he began to speak.

“The goddess gave me two suggestions. One is that we should build the wall as soon as possible and build a real orc city.

The other is to let us find young orcs who are close to nature and send them to the Gray Forest to find the druids.

Although the goddess is working hard, she does not yet possess the abilities of a druid.

Whether it is to deal with the threat from the north or to maintain food abundance, I think we will have to send people to stay in the Gray Forest for a long time to stay with the druids.

Broken Tooth, you will be responsible for selecting suitable orcs, taking their rations, and going to find our neighbors before the snow and wind of deep winter arrive.

Also, try to make the ratio of men to women even, just in case the North..."

Duan Ya looked at the patriarch whose wrinkles had deepened even more and silently placed his hand on his chest.

As an orc with a strong fighting talent, the monsters in the north aroused Kong Er's competitive spirit. He believed that if he was prepared, he would not be chased so badly as before.

"The patriarch!"

Kong Er also clenched his right fist and placed it against his left chest.

"Please allow me to go to the North again, if I can kill a few more..."

"No, Kong Er."

The patriarch's voice was a little low. It was obvious that this communication with Morgan had consumed too much of his energy.

"You will serve as the guardian of these orc cubs and go with them to the Gray Mist Forest."

"But, Patriarch, I..."

"Kong Er, don't be obsessed with the battle itself.

You have to understand one thing, the orcs sent to the Druid Station are the future of the Wasteland Clan..."

The young orc lowered his head and fell into deep thought. Kong Er hoped that he could be at the forefront of the battle, and also hoped that he could truly protect the hard-earned utopia of the wasteland orcs.

He hadn't gotten over this dilemma until he returned to his tent.

Tietou, who had just returned to the tribe, was bragging with his good friend Duyan outside his tent, chatting about trivial matters such as the North District, artifacts, and old skeletons.

Seeing Kong'er, who was in a daze, walking towards him, Tietou said something half-jokingly.

"Hey, Kong Er! Have you still not recovered from your female partner running away?"

That’s right, this poor 2D orc wife ran away because she couldn’t stand Kong Er staying in the North for a long time, so she decided to fly away with her children.

What made Kong Er's wife even more unbearable was that Kong Er had been in a depressed state of mind since a certain failure.

Whose significant other can tolerate a person with personality disorder who exudes a gloomy temperament all the time and uses cold violence from time to time.

Kong Er, who was already used to Tietou's gossip, shrugged indifferently and sat at the door of his tent.

"Hey, Ironhead.

You said that if I were to go to the druid's station next and live a life without fighting for the rest of my life, would I still have a chance to become a swordmaster?"

Tietou looked at his friend in disbelief. He snatched the water bag from One-Eye's hand. Inside was rye wine that a disabled orc had stolen from the plantation elder.

“No fighting at the Druid Station?

Kong Er, you have to believe me on this.

If you go to that crappy place of the Druids, you'll probably have to participate in a high-intensity war every now and then.

Have you ever seen those druids cleaning up the bodies outside the city walls?

Tsk tsk tsk, how brutal.

I don’t know if you can become a sword master, but if you really go, I will worry whether you can live to become a sword master. "

After saying that, he lifted up the water bag and took a big gulp, finishing most of the rye inside, which made the one-eyed man next to him stompling his feet in anger.

Although Tietou's words still had that ruffian tone, Kong'er discovered that there was not even a trace of smile on Tietou's lips, and his face was full of worry.

Kong Er stroked the wooden stick on his waist, and suddenly gripped the handle tightly...