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But this is not the only thing that makes people unhappy.

A few days later, Morani found Sui Xiong and told him something that stunned him.

"I went to the Orc Kingdom's Endless Wilderness and met with His Majesty the Sky-Swallowing Dog." He said, "Because you are very concerned about this war, I went to ask about it. I think you should not If you like to see war, I’ll persuade you.”

"How is it?" Sui Xiong looked forward to it, "What did he say?"

Morani sighed: "He said that the reason why there is enough population to launch a war is actually thanks to you."

Sui Xiong's eyes widened. His mouth was long enough for a giant dragon to dance samba inside. He stayed there for a long time before he stammered and asked: "Me?! What does...what does it have to do with me!"

"Didn't you work in the Orc Empire back then? During that time, every time you saw a civil war within the Orcs, you would hit it with a 'big estrus spell'... Your spell was very effective, and many tribes that had been fighting for years were eliminated. But it is precisely because of this that the orcs have no longer been consumed by the civil war, and their population has increased rapidly." Morani shook his head in confusion, "According to the orcs' wishes. Due to the speed of reproduction, it would have taken about a hundred years to accumulate enough troops to launch a major invasion, but as a result..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was clear.

Sui Xiong was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but cursed: "What a shame! What's going on!"

"By the way, His Majesty the Sky-Swallowing Dog is telling you, are you willing to be the 'Orc God of Fertility'? If you are willing, He can arrange sacrifices for you among all the orc tribes. He knows that you do not want to be subjected to Restraint, so as long as you have a name, it doesn’t require you to live in the endless wilderness, and you don’t even have to obey His orders in particular, as long as you don’t go against Him.”

Sui Xiong frowned. To be honest, "Sky-Swallowing Dog" Le Fond's suggestion was indeed very sincere, but he really didn't like being associated with a group of invaders.

"Does He want a quick answer from me?" he asked.

"No, he just said, please think about it carefully. He also said that orcs never care about origin. With your ability and growth rate, maybe you can become the main god of the orc pantheon in the future."

Sui Xiong couldn't help but muttered "f*ck" again, and couldn't help but ask: "I am the main god of the orc pantheon, so what does he do?"

"There are two possibilities. The first is that He falls and you take over." Morani explained. "The second is that you challenge Him and defeat Him in a duel recognized by everyone. If He doesn't If you die, you will relinquish the position of the main god, retaining only the 'God of Dog Men' and some insignificant priesthoods, and handing over several major priesthoods to you, the main god of the orc pantheon of the previous generation, the 'Iron-faced One'. The evil spirit Snakenel was defeated by His Majesty Lefon in a duel and gave up his position as the main god and the related priesthood. Now he is the god of snakes and snake-men and has been serving His Majesty Lefon."

Sui Xiong was stunned for a while and asked: "Doesn't that Snakenell want to fight back? Doesn't he want to make a comeback? Isn't Le Font afraid of his betrayal? Aren't he afraid of him stabbing him in the back?"

"Only through a duel recognized by everyone can we compete for the position of Lord God." Morani smiled, "Betrayal and assassination can indeed make His Majesty Le Font fall, but they will not be recognized by everyone. On the contrary, they will be hostile to everyone. , and will even be attacked by a group. Orcs are a fierce and bold race, and they respect heroes who fight head-on. Of course, conspiracy can be considered a skill, but it is impossible to gain power by conspiracy and assassination! "

Sui Xiong thought for a while and couldn't help curling his lips.

"Why do I feel that the style of the orc gods seems to be more to my liking than that of the human gods... Is this an illusion..."

"After all, you are not a human, you are a jellyfish." Morani said with a smile.

Sui Xiong sighed deeply and put this question aside for the time being.

He never told anyone that he was not really a jellyfish, just a person who became a jellyfish.

However, as a "human", he seems to be somewhat out of tune with this world. On the contrary, as a "jellyfish", he thrived in this world.

What's going on!

It will take some time for the Orc Empire's army to assemble. Although the war clouds are thick, it is actually not possible to start a fight for a while. So he temporarily turned his attention away from the war and turned to his clone, Crick Keen.

Baron Keen is currently very busy. After relying on the hired experts to complete the internal cleansing and reorganization of the territory, he is promoting agricultural reforms in the territory.

The level of agriculture in this world is a bit tragic. One acre of land can only harvest about 200 kilograms, and uses about 30 kilograms of seeds. At first glance, it seems not bad, but in fact, after a piece of land is cultivated, it needs to be left fallow for two years before food can be replanted. , as a result, the yield per mu was immediately reduced to one-third, which is about seventy kilograms.

Before Crick crossed over, he was an artist and was not familiar with agriculture. But even so, he remembered that the yield per acre on the earth could never be so tragic, and he was sure that he had never seen such a weird plant fallow for two days a year. year situation. Considering that food is the most important thing for the people, he decided to come up with a five-year plan to improve agricultural technology.

First, he investigated the question of why fallow is necessary and learned that fallow is because land cultivation consumes a large amount of nutrients in a year and needs to be restored through fallow. If this problem is not solved, fallow farming will be inevitable.

"Nutrition...is fertilizer, right? I remember that chemical fertilizers were used on Earth...but where can we find chemical fertilizers here?" He pondered for several days, and finally remembered from the depths of his memory that ancient Chinese farmers seemed to use human and animal excrement. Those who make fertilizers raised this question.

"Feces? That dirty thing can improve the nutrients of the land? Are you kidding me?" An old man who was familiar with agriculture and was temporarily appointed as the agricultural officer asked in confusion.

"There shouldn't be any problem... Mud is not human, so there is no reason why it should be dirty." He said.

So, with the cooperation of magic, a small experiment was launched.

They found a small patch of freshly plowed land that, according to tradition, needed to be left fallow for two years before food could be grown again. Creek sent people to collect a lot of excrement, bury it evenly in the soil, and use magic to promote the growth of vegetation on the land. After about a week, the land was covered with various weeds, and when the weeds withered After that, they cut it down and burned it, the ashes were mixed into the soil again, and they tried to plant crops - this time the crops grew very well, even better than after two years of leaving it fallow.

This experiment made everyone happy. In any case, it at least means that two years of fallow can be reduced to one year.

But Crick was not satisfied. He also conducted experiments to simulate the environment of autumn and winter to see if the feces buried in the soil could be directly converted into fertilizer after autumn and winter.

The results this time are equally satisfactory. As long as the manure is buried underground in time after harvesting, after autumn and winter, the seeds can be replanted in spring, and the effect is no worse than fallow.

The only problem is that it will cause a large number of weeds to breed and require a lot of manpower to weed. However, compared with the previous three years of plowing, the output of the land has been greatly improved.

When Creek and the others rejoiced and celebrated the success of the experiment, the jellyfish in the distance also nodded and smiled.

This was the best news he had gotten in this time.