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

On this side, Mo Jiushao also discovered that the fallen beastmen had all woken up and were looking at him and the little fox nervously.

Mo Jiushao waved his hand and smiled: "Come here!"

Yao looked at the female holding Xing and thought that this Helan was a little friendlier than he thought.

"I wish you good health, Herran!"

All the fallen orcs knelt on the ground with their beast-like front legs to show their awe.

They came to the Western Continent without any relatives or friends, and were treated with kindness. It was only right and reasonable that they should respect the noble Helan of this tribe.

Xing looked at Yao's actions in confusion, then struggled to get out of Mo Jiushao's arms.

The little guy had a slender wrist, and Mo Jiushao was afraid that if he used too much force he would break his hand, so he quickly let him go.

Xing imitated Yao's movements, kneeling on the ground, bowing with both hands forward and his forehead touching the ground: "I wish you good health, Helan!"

Caiyue stood aside with an expression that looked as if it was natural and "well done".

Seeing this, Mo Jiushao paused slightly when he wanted to help Xing up.

The Fallen Orcs of the Death Continent and the Orcs of the Western Continent have completely different attitudes towards priests.

Among the orcs in the Western Continent, except for the group of orcs who often come into contact with Lance, most of the orcs are in awe of Lance, and their "respect" is more of "fear".

And this group of fallen beasts in the Continent of Death... no, they are also orcs. The attitude of these orcs towards Mil and the messenger of God is reverence, "worship" and "respect", and they even have other feelings, such as admiration for their elders.

From the dream in which she confronted Him, she got a glimpse of the rules of this world. The existence of God in this world depends on the faith of the people he protects.

Mo Jiushao thought that if Lance could get this pure emotion of these orcs from the Death Continent, she thought that Lance would not be able to disappear for at least a hundred years.

"Ah, pretty sister, can we get up now?"

Except for the birthday of the God of Cold Wave every year, when they have to send blessings to Mil, Xing has not kneeled for so long!

As if frightened by Xing's disrespectful tone, Yao quickly transformed into a human form, stepped forward and held his head, and said nervously: "I'm sorry, Xing is not..."

"Ahhh, it's okay, I was distracted, everyone get up!"

Mo Jiushao was startled by Yao's sudden transformation, his eyes wandering: "Also, that... when you turn into a human form, you still need to wear clothes."

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and didn't see anything she shouldn't have seen.

But for some reason, she felt a chill rising from her heart.

Yao was stunned, but not surprised.

The Tide Tribe was very different from their place. The human shapes were perfect, so they all wore clothes to cover some vulnerable parts.

Surrounding the animal skins that the tribesmen had brought over, Yao inexplicably felt a little ashamed as he looked at the female with her back to him. He said, "Put it on... All right!"

Mo Jiushao turned around: ...

Well, a piece of tattered animal skin barely covers the key parts.

It’s better to have something than nothing. Mo Jiushao breathed a sigh of relief.

"You...are the leader of this group of people? What is the name of your tribe?"

Yao nodded and said word by word: "Sechiaso tribe!"

Hearing this, Mo Jiushao nodded.

The tribe is named after the original name of the Death Continent!

Mo Jiushao observed their condition. The physical constitution of the fallen orcs was indeed weak. It might be because they had never eaten enough, so they were not only skinny, but also listless and their fur was dull.

"You should know that a tribe can only have one leader."

Mo Jiushao looked at him and said softly, "Although there are not many of you, you are orcs from all major tribes, so it is not appropriate to name you by race. In this case, shall I give you a name?"

Yao was silent for a while, then said: "Please give me a name, Helan!"

"Since we have joined the Tide Tribe, we can't use the name of the old tribe, nor can we use the name of the race. So let's call it a village!"

Mo Jiushao looked back at the house that Shi Yan had built for them. It was well-arranged and even the roads were planned out. It looked very nice.

We also took into account their need for independent residences, and built the prototype of a small or medium-sized village.

Mo Jiushao said softly: "Let's call it Mil Village!"

Hopefully, in the future, they can break the curse, multiply, and grow the village.

That gentle messenger of God is worthy, she kept for him, all traces of his existence in this world!

Hearing this, all the fallen orcs looked at the female in disbelief. At this moment, the bright sunlight fell on her hair, face, and body like silk and mist.

The females bathing in the sun soothed their anxiety and fear of leaving their homes and living under the care of others.

This time, all the fallen orcs transformed into human form and suppressed their excitement. They knelt down devoutly, folded their hands in front of them, and rested their foreheads tightly on the backs of their hands.

“Thank you for your gift, and I wish you peace and joy!”

[Beep beep! The faith value has reached 200,000. The system mall is offering a buy one get ten free promotion for you. ]

The voice of the system sounded in his mind, and Mo Jiushao was stunned.

Because she hasn't come down the mountain to do anything recently, her faith value has been hovering between 120,000 and 130,000.

In other words, just by giving this group of fallen orcs a village name, these 900 orcs provided her with an average of more than 70 faith points per person.

It seems that Mil has an irreplaceable position in their hearts!

Mo Jiushao was happy to see this happen.

but…

Mo Jiushao covered his eyes, his face slightly red, and said calmly: "You all go back and rest!"

Go back quickly and put your clothes on!

Upon seeing this, all the fallen beasts bowed respectfully and then scattered like birds and beasts.

After just a short while, Mo Jiushao felt that the surroundings had returned to peace.

She let go and felt the hem of her skirt being pulled.

"Sister Helan, thank you!"

Although Xing didn't quite understand what the beautiful sister meant, he knew that she wanted Mil's name to be the name of their tribe... no, the name of their village.

In this way, no matter what, no one will forget Mil, and he is very happy.

Mo Jiushao glanced at the little fox cubs who also had a piece of loose animal skin wrapped around their waists. It seemed that they would definitely dress properly in the future.

She touched his pointed fox ears in amusement and said with a smile, "You're welcome!"

Caiyue watched all this quietly, and when she saw that it was almost time, she came up to remind him, "Helan, it's getting late, don't we still need to decide who will study with you?"

Mo Jiushao almost forgot that she came down the mountain today specifically to identify the orcs who were learning surgical nursing knowledge from her.

This is not just about supervising interns. At least the interns have theoretical knowledge. She is going to teach from scratch, so she has to choose carefully.

Xing looked around curiously, then tugged at Mo Jiushao's clothes, and opened her orange-yellow vertical pupils: "Sister Helan, what are you learning from me?"

Looking down at the little fox, an idea flashed through Mo Jiushao's mind.

She found Yao and asked, "Does your tribe, ah...does your village have a witch doctor?"

Yao pinched the animal skin on his waist, nodded, and shook his head: "The witch doctor of our tribe is Lord Mil, and he has always been the one treating us."

But now, Lord Mil has disappeared.

Mo Jiushao thought of what Lance said about not interfering in the birth, aging, sickness and death of the orcs, and then thought of Mil's end, she suddenly understood why Mil's power dissipated so quickly.

but…

Mo Jiushao said: "You nodded?"

Yao pointed at Xing who was holding onto the corner of Mo Jiushao's clothes, and said helplessly: "Xing is the witch doctor successor designated by Lord Mil, although... he knows nothing!"