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

Even though it was like this, after the end, Lance hugged Mo Jiushao and asked, "Do you want to see the development history of the Western Continent... or this tribe?"

Mo Jiushao yawned sleepily: "I saw it in the records of the daughter of the clan."

"Ha ha…"

Lance laughed dully for once: "Do you find it boring? They are all praises to me."

Mo Jiushao narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Yeah!"

Lance kissed her eyes and smiled, "Well...look at it, when I first came to this continent!"

Mo Jiushao tried hard to open his eyes, his head was dizzy, and he nodded subconsciously.

Then Lance stroked her face, lifted her face up, gently touched her forehead, and entangled their breaths.

But Mo Jiushao did not feel the slightest bit of ambiguity. He only felt his body suddenly become heavy and he suddenly fell into darkness.

-

In the darkness, someone cheered loudly, and the voice was full of joy.

"Great, great, we finally have fire."

"That person will definitely be happy."

"Yes, yes, I can finally serve him his favorite cooked food."

"God of Beasts, we will definitely get better and better."

At this time, the Tide Tribe was still just a small group consisting of only a few dozen orcs. The number of people was very small. They formed a small tribe and gathered in the mountains and forests.

Having just escaped from their beastly state and become orcs, they still live a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Until that day, they felt that special existence stepping into this continent.

He guarded this place, and the orcs prayed to him and received the power he gave them. They were no longer afraid of the strange things around them.

He was a messenger of the gods, and he named them the Tide Tribe.

The angel of God protects them. He is their hope and future, and their God.

The orc who had some life wisdom pushed the young cub of the tribe and said, "An, go and offer fresh blood and flesh to the messenger of God."

It was the most delicious meat they had ever hunted, juicy and very tasty.

The messenger of God waved his hand and thunder came down. The dead trees in the forest caught fire and a group of orcs were terrified.

He threw the orcs' flesh and blood into the fire and said calmly, "I don't like eating raw meat."

The orcs were in panic.

[Divine Envoy——]

[Next time, let’s serve grilled food! ]

Lance's relaxed and gentle tone echoed in the orcs' minds, making them feel inexplicably at ease.

And yet—fire?

A cub drooled as he looked at the disaster caused by the divine punishment brought down by the God's messenger.

smell good!

Not only did the cubs notice it, but the orcs with a keen sense of smell also looked at the piece of meat thrown away by the messenger of God, which was buried in the charred tree debris after the flames were extinguished at some point.

Because of the words of the messenger of God, the orcs chased the thunder that they feared and collected fire. It took them more than ten years to learn how to use fire. In order to offer delicious food to the messenger of God and no longer rely on thunder to make fire, they also learned to use tools.

At this time, the tribe had gradually grown and everyone had to live separately, but every day there would be someone who took good care of the messenger and told him what was happening in the tribe.

"God's messenger, what do you think of today's food? Is it delicious?"

"God's messenger, a tiger cub fell ill yesterday, and his whole body was burning. The child ate the grass you gave him, and he is much better today. His parents are very grateful to you, and asked me to say hello to you."

"God's messenger, thanks to you, not many of our tribesmen died in this cold wave, and many children in the tribe survived."

"The vegetation is lush this spring. This year is likely to be a good year."

The "daughters of the clan" who served the messenger of God at the beginning did not necessarily have to be female, and there were not so many rules later, so their attitude towards Lance was more natural.

The first group of orcs who were survived and evolved by the gods were in awe and fear of Lance. After all, although they didn't know what was going on at this time, the fear of their own kind dying in front of them was engraved in their minds.

But their cubs were in awe of Lance and felt close to him, and would often chase after the powerful and precious priest that the adults mentioned.

"God's messenger, what is God?" The cubs who have just survived several cold waves are naughty. They are already a new generation and are very curious.

Even though their parents repeatedly warned them not to offend the messengers of God, they had already started to think.

Hearing this, Lance smiled happily and asked, "What do you think 'He' is?"

The cub's eyes were pure and innocent, full of curiosity. He bit his fingers in distress and said, "My father said that the Beast God is the one who gave us everything. We should respect and be grateful to Him."

Seeing that the little guy was confused, Lance asked, "Do you think it's wrong?"

"I don't know either."

The cub didn't know either, he could only ignorantly tell what he saw: "Every time everyone in the tribe goes hunting, they shed a lot of blood to get prey so that we can eat. The little cheetah in the cave next door was eaten by a monster when his mother was pregnant with his brother. He never saw his mother and the unborn brother again. And my father's father got sick because he ate a fruit. He said he felt so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

Lance just looked at him quietly without saying anything.

"God's messenger, is this what God gave us?"

The cub said ignorantly: "I also don't like this so much..." God.

"Little guy, there are some things that cannot be said."

Lance picked up the cub, gently covered his mouth, and said softly: "As for what you said, that is the necessary journey for you to move towards the future. Don't think about anything, just go ahead as you wish."

The young cub, who was too young and short-sighted, didn't understand what was going on, but he still responded obediently: "Oh!"

After a while, he laughed again, took off the leaves tied to his thighs, and handed it to Lance excitedly: "God's messenger, look, this, this, my friends and I saw some small animals eating it, so we observed for many days and picked it up to taste it. It's sweet and delicious. God's messenger, how about giving it to you?"

"Eat it yourself!"

Lance glanced at his little bird that was sneaking outside and touched his little head.

He looked into the distance and whispered, "Exploring in our own way is the only way for our species to survive for a long time."

The cub who was eating the fruit didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Nothing. Oh, by the way! Let me think, maybe I need a new set of clothes."

"Clothes? What is that? Is that something you have on you?"

Lance continued: "I also want a house that can shelter me from the wind and rain, and some weapons that can protect me from wild beasts..."

The cub was shocked: "God's messenger, what are those?"

"Want to know?"

"miss you!"

Lance smiled: "You are so good, can you find the answers yourself and then bring them to me?"

The cub was very excited when he was praised, and said happily: "I can do it!"

Lance extended his index finger, and a soft light fell on the cub's forehead: "Then...when you grow up, you will be the first leader of the Tide Tribe!"

-

Mo Jiushao came back to his senses, still a little dazed.

Lance was not like Mil, who gave everything without reservation and brought this group of orcs to a different era in just a hundred years.

He is more like an elder teaching newborn children, as a bystander, a guide, leading them forward.

The current development of the Tide Tribe has nothing to do with him, but it is also closely related to him.