My beast husband is weak and can't take care of himself

No matter what, Mo Jiushao did everything she could do now.

He even had the audacity to interfere in other people's feelings.

Shi Yan was not wrong in this matter, and Ella was also very innocent, but I hope Shi Yan is not confused, otherwise there might be no result for these two orcs.

The summer heat did not affect this land at all.

It feels very cool when the wind blows.

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Death Continent

"I disagree."

"Lord Mir, we don't agree."

Mir looked helplessly at the orcs gathered here: "You should be happy that you can leave here."

Fallen beasts are not accepted by any orc tribe in the Beast World. They will be treated with hostility, expelled, or even killed for no reason.

So the Death Continent becomes their last place of survival, where they will fight with terrifying beasts until death.

Now, they can leave, which should be a happy thing.

The thin deer beastman walked up to Mil and said tremblingly, "Lord Mil, I have accompanied you through seventy cold waves. I am old and have no energy left. I don't want to leave here either."

Mir looked at the child who had been with him for so long, at his old age, and at the scars of all sizes on his body, and said with some sadness: "I'm sorry!"

In the Beast World, the average age of orcs is enough to survive 150 cold waves.

However, in the Death Continent that he protected, it was a miracle that the orcs here could survive seventy cold waves.

In Mil's long life, even if these children's short lives were just dozens of cold waves for him, he had already experienced countless such lives.

A life of numbness, pain and hopelessness.

"Nothing."

The deer beastman shook his head, feeling sad, his eyes red, and looked at their gods devoutly: "It has taken us so long, thanks to your care, we can live until now, but we didn't take good care of you, really... We are really sorry."

The deer orc looked at the cracks on Mil's face that were getting bigger and bigger, and finally shed tears.

Lord Mil was clearly a messenger of God, but they did nothing for him. Instead, they made him waste his power to protect them.

Mir smiled, and a gentle breeze caressed the deer orc's wrinkled face, wiping away his tears.

Then he looked at the others, and as always, he looked at them tenderly with the eyes he used to look at children: "Let's go, leave here. Only by leaving this deadly place can you continue."

As he spoke, a green light emanated from Mil's body. He raised his hand, and his gentle power soothed all the orcs present who were suffering from the pain caused by their degeneration.

All the orcs present felt something and their eyes turned red silently.

This was Mil's last blessing to his people.

The orcs from the Continent of Death left, and they dared not look back.

This is an isolated and quiet place, a continent forgotten by orcs.

Their ancestors have lived here, they have long been accustomed to this kind of life, and they already know their ending.

but--

"Don't be sad. As long as your lineage continues, perhaps I will be born again and become your descendant. When the time comes, please take good care of me!"

The orcs of the Continent of Death set out into an unknown future with trepidation and the hope of one day seeing this gentle god again.

The old and weak deer orc watched his people leave. He quietly returned to the cave and stayed with Mil, who was exhausted, weak and asleep.

Looking at Lord Mil, whose body was covered with cracks and whose light was gray, the deer beastman tremblingly covered him with soft animal skin and slowly sat on a stone closest to Lord Mil.

He remembered that when he was young, Mil said that the messengers of God were the embodiment of the power of God. Once they became weak, their final fate would be to perish between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, he was still able to accompany Lord Mil for the last time.

Mir opened his eyes and turned to look at the deer beastman who died peacefully beside him.

She stretched out her stiff hand and patted his head: "Thank you for your hard work!"

A soft green light surrounded the deer orc. In this light, the deer orc, whose appearance was neither human nor animal, turned into a skinny elk.

When Mil left, there was a small mound of earth in the cave.

-

A cave on the top of Mount Ailelia.

Lance slowly and steadily applied Mo Jiushao's secret marinade to the lamb chops.

After applying the marinade, let it dry for thirty minutes, then fry it in oil on a red-hot stone slab for a while, and then bake it at high temperature in a sealed oven.

This is not difficult to do.

But when Lance used the tribe's kiln for firing ceramics to roast lamb chops, the news spread like wildfire in less than half a day.

Lance was still very satisfied with the final product, the grilled lamb chops.

He said, "Come to Mount Arielian tomorrow and build me a small kiln outside the cave."

The orc in charge of firing ceramics for the tribe is a tall, short, but muscular sheep-like orc with a small mustache.

Hearing Lance's request and thinking of his actions just now, Yang Tao immediately thought of what the High Priest was going to do. He smiled flatteringly: "Rest assured, High Priest, I will definitely make you a beautiful and practical kiln."

Smelling the meat in the priest's hands, Yang Tao seemed to see the scene where every household in the tribe came to the priest to order kilns to order.

Going to get rich!

Lance didn't mean to make such a big noise, he just thought the way his female drooled when she talked about grilled lamb chops was extremely cute.

So he thought that using the residual heat from the kiln used to burn ceramics should be able to fit Mo Jiushao's description of the oven.

When Mo Jiushao returned to the cave hungry, what was waiting for her was a gentle partner and fragrant grilled lamb chops.

Mo Jiushao hugged Lance's waist and asked him to lower his head.

Lance leaned forward and lowered his eyes obediently.

Mo Jiushao kissed his lips: "Thank you!"

Lance raised an eyebrow and pulled her to sit down.

"Ella is fine, but the cub is not doing well."

Mo Jiushao couldn't help but want to share with Lance what she had heard and seen today: "I heard that it was Shi Yan's sister who attacked Ella..."

When she finished, Lance's eyes flickered but he said nothing.

Mo Jiushao asked: "If we follow the tribal rules, what punishment will Hana receive?"

Lance's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "The most serious punishment is execution, or forced animal transformation, or expulsion. But this is an internal matter of the Lion Clan, and it depends on how Shi Yan decides."

Mo Jiushao's first reaction was not that the punishment was too severe, but to ask: "What is forced beast transformation?"

Lance supported his head and smiled: "This is my ability. It deprives the orcs of their human form, so that they will always remain in animal form."

Mo Jiushao frowned and asked, "Becoming like a wild beast?"

In this case, if the orcs who were forcibly transformed into beasts were hunted as ordinary beasts by the orcs...

Lance shook his head. "They are different from beasts. They still have thoughts, but they cannot take human form."

Just like the female fox that he transformed into a beast, who was found back in her tribe and was raised in captivity by the fox tribe.

During this period, the fox clan was very well behaved.