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

In the northeast area of ​​the druid settlement, there is a newly built wooden structure house, which is the druids' new warehouse.

At the suggestion of a human, Alia, who was in charge of material management, designed the warehouse into a square building ten feet high and sixteen yards long and wide, side by side with the adjacent Oak Hall.

The space in the warehouse is divided into two floors. Considering the need for ventilation, openable windows are installed on the surrounding walls.

There is a large cellar under the ground, in which Senna's nutrient solution and some food that needs to be stored are neatly stacked.

The two floors above ground are filled with tools, weapons, wood, stone, leather and other supplies needed for daily life.

The two-handed sword artifact that was banished to the cold palace because it froze a human pervert unconscious was thrown on the second floor of the warehouse, alone, glowing and heating itself... Not heating up, the broken sword gave off cold air, lying together with other junk.

On the first floor near the entrance, about twenty little orcs were sitting around a campfire. Several females among them were taking care of an unconscious female orc lying on a leather mat.

"Luna is so pitiful. She was stared at by that pervert for so long..."

"Yes, then Luna will give birth to a baby orc..."

“It’s a little orc, and the pervert is a human.

But that pervert is so handsome..."

Amid the chatter of her female companions, Luna Wasteland slowly regained consciousness.

But she didn't want to wake up, just not now, because that would only embarrass herself more.

"Luna...Luna..."

Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice sounded in her heart.

"Ms. Morgan! I...I'm not clean anymore...wuwuwu...

I am no longer qualified to be your patron... wuwuwu..."

The little girl, who had just turned sixteen and had just reached adulthood according to the orcs' calculation method, sobbed silently in her heart.

"It's okay, Luna. A friend and I have been watching him for a while.

Being stared at or simply sleeping in the same room will not make a woman pregnant.

You are safe, Luna."

"really?"

The tears that were about to be uncontrollable were immediately stopped.

“Indeed, little Luna, my favored one.

Your mission now is crucial, don’t forget it…”

"Yes, Ms. Morgan."

The little orc finally decided to open his eyes.

She looked at her companions around her who were worried about her, and her eyes reddened slightly.

"All for the glory of Morgan and the Wasteland."

Luna prayed silently in her heart.

……

Due to some unknown changes in the north, the fighting among elemental creatures on the ice field has subsided in the past few days.

To the north of the pit corridor, some oversized elemental variants can be seen wandering aimlessly.

These elementals do not have the organs of organic creatures, but they will deliberately imitate the shapes of some creatures - although the imitation is very clumsy.

That's why it's called a variant.

Compared with other creatures, the intelligence of elementals is not much inferior, it’s just that they think more slowly.

They have a longer lifespan than elves, a stronger body than some dragons, and have inherited the memories of all the elementals they have devoured.

Therefore, for some gathering places of intelligent creatures with insufficient defense, an oversized elemental mutant will bring catastrophic disaster to these places.

However, generally speaking, elementals rarely attack organic life.

In their opinion, those meat men did not compete with them for food, and swallowing them would not increase their abilities, so why bother to torment the meat men.

Except now, when the elements are rioting, these elementals will indiscriminately attack all targets, even if that target is just a stone blocking their way.

The frost elementals that attacked the old skeleton were just newborns less than a person's height that had not yet devoured their own kind;

But within a few days, the elemental being that had beaten Kong Er into fleeing had grown into a twelve-foot-tall pervert.

Now another three to five days have passed, and the intelligence that Philohill has collected has become increasingly difficult to describe.

"A brown bear on the north side of East Zone 1 was eaten by a... um... big-cheeked hamster... something like that;

The pheasants on the north side of West Zone 1 were all frozen to death. It is suspected that a large ice element passed by... This one is slightly more normal;

The chipmunks in East 2 are hiding from a chilly... turtle? Is this about a turtle?

During the hiding process, the female rat is about to give birth and needs the help of the druid...

Uh, Miss Xiling, should we send someone to help deliver the baby…"

Philohill, who was always polite and well-spoken, was forced to completely forget honorifics and modifiers due to the information conveyed to him by the animals in the past few days.

Xiling reached her hands into her hood and rubbed her temples hard.

If there weren't other people around, she would have wanted to take off her hood and scratch her head hard.

This half-elf, who was good at fighting and attacking but not good at management, suddenly realized how difficult it was for Priest Bol.

Although the little animals could not use accurate language concepts to describe what they encountered, they could confirm that the ice elements in the north had begun to spread to the Haze Forest.

Maybe I should put aside my administrative work and go to the north to fight with the patrolling elven ranger Linlia. Even staying with Tyrian, who was more narcissistic than any other woman, might be easier than dealing with government affairs.

……

Since the ecological fields in the base were prepared, Alvin, under the pressure of rumormonger Senna and rumormonger Lian, became a breeding machine using divine power.

As the last seed of winter wheat was buried in the soil, Alvin shook his numb arms and sat down on the grass beside the field in an ungraceful manner.

"Well, human boy, my magic is pretty powerful, isn't it?"

The old skeleton Rillifane was still following Alvin like a shadow, and his beloved disciple Frey was naturally there too.

"Old man, even though Brother Ivan is a little bit perverted, you can't force him like this..."

Frey, who still had some conscience, finally said something fair for someone.

In the past few days, Alvin, who has learned the [breeding technique], is either fighting with corn, or holding wheat seeds in his hands and emitting light (casting divine magic). Even his remaining rest time is captured by Lian to give advice to Xiling.

If Xiling hadn't felt sorry for Ivan with his sunken cheeks and left more things to herself and Philohill, Ivan would probably be doing it alone now.

"No, Sister Frey, you underestimate this pervert!

His spells are almost endless!"

The short girl took her new best friend's hand and eagerly whispered to Frey about the scene when the Fallen attacked the city.

The already bizarre plots became even more incredible after being processed by Lian and Senna, and even the old skeleton next to them listened with great interest.

“Human boy, it seems you have more secrets than I thought.

By the way, a little guy with divine aura came to the garrison. He should be the new god of the orcs. I have no impression of that divinity. "

The old skeleton walked to Ivan's side and squatted on the ground in an ungraceful manner.

"Well, Morgan, the orcs' agricultural goddess, is a gossipy and petty gossiper."

After shaking his right hand, Alvin began to pinch his shoulders again and said lazily.

Hearing this, Rillifane turned around and looked at the human who looked nonchalant.

“Boy, that god is different from me. He is still in the astral world and has a priesthood and a position.

If you speak ill of Him by name, you will be heard. "

"I heard it, so I heard it. Last time, that stingy girl asked the old shaman of the wasteland to mess with me."

"You are really...should I say that fools are fearless..."

"...Old Skeleton, go and figure out your own truth. Let me rest for a while..."

In the distance, Luna Wilderness, who was walking towards the ecological field, suddenly stopped.

She lowered her head and looked around. After making sure no one noticed her, she asked cautiously in her heart:

"Ms. Morgan? You want me to attack Mr. Irving right now... are you sure?

I don’t have a combat profession yet, so I might not be able to defeat the opponent…”