LGSLAW : Chapter 85 – Extra 5

After the day of the oath, the tribe chief’s reputation soared to its highest point.

Everyone in the tribe witnessed the golden light that flashed from the statue during the oath! There was no doubt that it was a divine sign from the Beast God! No one questioned it! The fact that the Beast God had manifested to bless the chief’s oath was unprecedented. It was seen as a clear divine command for the tribe to follow the chief’s word.

The altar where the oath was taken was preserved exactly as it was, reinforced significantly as determined by the shaman’s divination. The large serpent-shaped statue on the altar, having been a site of divine manifestation, was now a permanent fixture for daily worship.

Miao He and Yang Dalang had no doubts about the miraculous golden light; however, experiencing the power of faith for the first time, they found themselves often bewildered by the tribe’s reactions. Every time they mentioned something, the tribe members eagerly took it as divine instruction, rushing to fulfill the perceived will of the Beast God. It became an unstoppable force.

As a result, Miao He’s stone jar at home was always full, and people frequently brought flowers, vines, and even furs.

“Since that’s the case, let’s put it to good use,” Yang Dalang suggested one day.

“Good use?” Miao He nestled in his arms, holding his tail. It was a better way to keep warm during the cold season than any heated room.

“Yes. Preventing the beast tide,” Yang Dalang spoke of the unique disaster in this world.

The beast tide didn’t occur annually and varied in scale. This was why the tribe had previously only used leather tents for housing. When a beast tide occurred, the usual response was to abandon the area and migrate, risking pursuit by the beast tide and attacks by wild animals during the migration. They would flee into the forest, taking the elderly, the weak, and the young. Every migration resulted in significant casualties.

This reminded Yang Dalang of the concept of a moat (trench). In the Dayu dynasty, new cities were always built with moats around them, and the court also focused on opening canals. Yang Dalang had once been conscripted to dig such projects when he couldn’t pay his dues, gaining firsthand experience in building dikes and dams.

The tribe’s location was near a large river. Diverting water in and out wouldn’t be difficult.

“But we don’t know if it will really work,” Yang Dalang was hesitant. Even if the moat were completed, deciding whether to stay or leave when the beast tide came would be a tough choice.

At that time, as the chief, his decisions would bear the weight of the tribe’s survival.

Building the moat meant risking everything. Not building it would mean no one would blame him.

Previous migrations had always been paid for with sacrifice. The tribe had long been accustomed to this.

So, should they change? Or stick with tradition?

Miao He sensed his hesitation and hugged him. “No matter what, we will be together.”

And since they were together, how could he let the little brother face danger alone?

Looking at the beloved person in his arms, Yang Dalang’s eyes gradually filled with determination.

“If we’re going to do it, let’s do it right.”

After that, the two presented the idea to the elderly shaman.

The tribe’s shaman had experienced two beast tides and knew more about them than anyone else.

Hearing the idea, the shaman lowered his heavy eyelids.

Though his weathered face showed little emotion, a warmth spread in his heart…

He stood up solemnly, “Let us divine it. We must hear the Beast God’s will.”

The divination was held in front of the newly established serpent statue. If they were to dig a moat, it would require the tribe’s full strength.

A public divination, witnessed by all, was the best way to convince the tribe.

Almost the entire tribe attended the event. Everyone knew what the divination was for. Some were supportive, hoping to avoid future migrations; others worried about food shortages, as digging the moat wouldn’t be a quick job and would require many hands.

To Chun, this was shocking and unsettling!!

In the previous life, there had never been any talk of digging a moat!

A few years later, during the beast tide, the chief led the tribe in a migration!

He couldn’t understand why the situation was so different just because the chief had sworn an oath with He!

Chun was anxious and spoke harshly, “But we don’t know if it will hold. If it doesn’t, and we’re all trapped in the village, it would be like waiting to die!!”

Those who heard him immediately dismissed the concern, “Then we’ll dig until it holds! If there’s a way to try, why not? I think we don’t even need to ask the gods. They already gave us a sign last time, probably for this exact reason!!”

“Yeah, the shaman is just being overly cautious. The Beast God might not even care. But divining is good; it will shut up those who worry too much!!”

“Hahaha!! Exactly, and we’ll drag all the lazy bones to dig!”

So when the divination result came out and the shaman declared, “Approved!”

There was a loud cheer from the crowd!! Applause and shouts filled the air, as if all doubts had been erased!

Yang Dalang, glancing at Miao He, felt the tension leave him as he leaned in closer.

Such a heavy responsibility, if it’s too much for one person to bear, then two should bear it together.

***

After that, the moat-digging project began in earnest.

Not only did they consult the shaman’s wisdom, but all the elderly orcs who had experienced beast tides were also called upon to provide their insights.

As it was now the cold season, with limited food and freezing weather, it was not an ideal time to start construction. They decided to wait until the following season of new growth to begin work. Meanwhile, they had ample time to plan and refine the designs. The tribe members were so eager that they could hardly wait to start digging.

In this atmosphere, Chun felt increasingly unstable.

But he had already bet everything on the increasingly silent Mo, and it was too late to change his plans. Chun decided to bring out other methods he had learned, such as softening leather, making purer oil, and sharpening stone tools, to compete for prestige with the chief. If the moat project failed, it might still be Mo’s chance!

Under normal circumstances, these methods might improve the tribe’s quality of life. Still, compared to Miao He’s initiative to plant the fat radishes they had brought back during the cold season, nothing was more important than ensuring survival and food.

The fat radish, like potatoes from the previous world, could provide significant sustenance. If they could cultivate it, it would significantly reduce the risk of relying solely on hunting.

For this reason, Miao He persuaded Yang Dalang to let him use Magic soil (life-giving soil).

After all, they had eaten vegetables grown with Magic soil before, which were nourishing. Spending a few minutes a day planting vegetables for food was better! Besides, the golden energy was more potent and active than any other Miao He had encountered, allowing him to cultivate many seeds and restart their planting endeavor!

To their delight, the fat radishes successfully yielded multiple harvests this cold season!! The older generation was amazed. The fat radishes they used to grow were small and few, never enough to sustain the tribe through half the cold season!

With this agricultural success, the tribe’s confidence soared!

When the actual moat digging began, they had a secure food supply, giving them the peace of mind to work harder.

Finally, when the next season of new growth arrived, the massive moat-digging project officially commenced!

This enormous project, aiming to create a moat as wide as a small lake, would take one to two years to complete. The tribe adopted a rotational system for labor, with teams taking turns hunting, resting, and working, ensuring efficient cooperation. Despite this, the workload for male orcs increased significantly.

The newly established farming efforts became a crucial support! More sub-beasts actively participated, quickly expanding the scale. They all wanted to lighten the burden on the males. Growing more food meant less pressure on hunting!

So, tasks like fertilizing, watering, and weeding, though important and tedious, became coveted jobs among the diligent sub-beasts. Miao He and Yang Dalang also took the opportunity to plan the tribe’s sanitation conditions, finding that the orcs were surprisingly receptive to reusing certain resources after treatment.

As everything in the tribe was rapidly changing and developing, Chun became increasingly anxious.

He realized that his new methods barely caused a ripple, like a pebble in a pond. Seeing He surrounded by the tribe, praised and engaged, Chun’s jealousy grew.

What made him even more uneasy was Mo’s condition.

In his previous life, Mo’s disability began to show signs of improvement around this time. Chun didn’t know the specifics of how the disability was healed, but it had nothing to do with He, as far as he knew.

Yet now, Mo was still the same, limping when he walked.

Unable to participate in digging or hunting, Mo did tasks typical of sub-beasts, growing increasingly silent over time.

His inherent insecurity and sensitivity had led to numerous arguments with He in the past. Now, even after their oath, Chun constantly asked, “Has your injury improved?” “Do you feel any different today?”

One day, Mo finally exploded!!

“Do you ask me these things every day because you regret it!?”

“Do you regret taking an oath with a cripple, regret being with a male who can’t support you!? Is that it!?”

Facing the fierce and gloomy Mo, Chun’s eyes momentarily flashed with regret. But it was too late to turn back now, so Chun suppressed his temper and tried to soothe him. However, behind Mo’s back, Chun started actively seeking remedies for disabilities, thinking that if He had found something in the past, he could too!!

Thus, various folk remedies and superstitious treatments began appearing in their lives.

But after each disappointment, Chun persisted, deepening Mo’s sense of inferiority.

Chun, however, was oblivious, not wanting to understand. He firmly believed he could find a cure for Mo’s injury. Even if Mo lashed out at him, he would surely be grateful someday!

As Mo and Chun continued to torment each other, two years flew by.

The massive moat and the river embankment outside the village were nearing completion.

Perhaps truly blessed by the Beast God, the past two years had been peaceful, without even a large animal horde.

As the tribe gathered on the riverbank for the final moment of connecting the moat to the great river, there was a palpable sense of tension and excitement!

Two years of cooperation had seen contributions from every male orc, sub-beast, and female. The fields around the embankment were now filled with fat radishes. The moat project had, in an invisible way, united the entire tribe.

The power of faith was so immense.

The unity and determination were something Yang Dalang and Miao He had never imagined.

As the crowd held their breath, Yang Dalang raised his hand from the platform on the riverbank and gave the final order.

“Open it!”

The last chunk of earth was struck down by the rope-tied orcs!!

The abundant river water immediately gushed out through the opening!

The surrounding soil couldn’t withstand the erosion! It was visibly eroded and washed away! Finally, with a great splash!!

The flowing river water finally surged past the barrier, entering the new river course, forming a beautiful and winding silver river!!

It was like a blessing bestowed by the serpent-shaped Beast God.

At this moment, many sub-beasts wept, and even the males discreetly wiped away tears.

They all said, “Even if it doesn’t hold, I want to stay here.”

Because it was a home built with genuine effort. Because it was a home crafted by their own hands.

The attachment to the land was unlike any past wanderings.

Throughout, Yang Dalang tightly held Miao He’s hand.

Now, this place was also their home. A home they had meticulously created. A home to protect those most important to them.

“Let’s go. There’s still much to do.”

***

Three years later, the tribe faced a beast tide.

Not a single orc was willing to abandon this place.

At that time, Yang Dalang led the orcs in setting traps and building fences day and night.

The sub-beasts hurried to harvest the riverside crops and make bows and arrows, including the still-injured Mo.

As for Chun, he chose one night to flee the settlement.

Perhaps Mo heard but didn’t stop him. Mo could no longer understand Chun’s thoughts.

When the last beast of the tide approached the diverted river, the tribe was safe.

From that day, the glorious history of this tribe began.

Rain : Idk this Chun guy is def my favorite hahaha he’s just like a troll

Going now, guys take care ! ?