The Mythical Races I Created

　　 After eating breakfast, Pericles still thinks about the dream he had last night.

　　 He thought of himself in a dream, flying over the ruins of the royal capital, thinking of God the Father sitting on the sacred ladder, bestowing him the supreme grace, and letting him sit beside God the Father.

　　 That dream is so sweet.

　　Pericle even began to envy Augustus. It turned out that it was such a blessing to receive the grace of God the Father.

　　 No wonder Augustus has been chasing the favor of God the Father.

　　 When the little apprentice prepared a special dragon mount for himself, Pericles bowed down in front of the **** father's idol.

　　 "Father, I won't let you down."

　　 At that time, the elf standing outside the door stretched out his hand, not knowing whether he should push the door in, or wait a while before going in.

　　 The teacher seems to be a bit of his own personal business.

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　　 Severus quickly learned about [Collinsius]’s city defense.

　　 He felt that the walls of this city were not strong enough, so he asked the Pigman engineering team to increase the thickness of the walls.

　　 Then, he felt that the gate made of iron was not strong enough, so he asked the pigman engineering team to build a triangular pillar supporting the three-meter-high gate to prevent the enemy from breaking through the gate.

　　Severu watched the pigman engineering team doing these things, while spreading out a map, carefully studying every place where the orcs might attack [Collinsius].

　　 The results are worrying.

　　Because [Corinthians] is built on a flat ground, this means that the enemy can attack the city from all directions.

　　 But the lowland, Yimapingchuan, there is no other way.

　　 "This kind of map orcs also exist, they are passed down from us."

　　Severu marked the enemy's possible offensive route, and said angrily: "This was originally for the pigman engineering team to better march, avoid dangerous places, and reduce their personnel damage."

　　 "They use our concern for them as a weapon against us."

　　 The adjutant said softly: "Master Severu, you can destroy them all and warn the pigmen."

　　 Severu sneered: "As long as they dare to come, I will let them come back and forth."

　　 He brought the topic back to the subject. "Look here, the eleven road maps I drew with charcoal on the map are the possible road maps for them to advance."

　　 "Remove the routes that would detour long distances, make their mounts tired and inconvenient to retreat and attack, only 7 routes remain."

　　 "I think they are more likely to split up and attack in multiple ways."

　　 "Seven routes are still too many."

　　 Severus continued to rule out. He once specifically combined mathematics and warfare to create a discipline method for studying probability.

　　Using the idea of ​​game theory, he was able to analyze the opponent's possible entry route first.

　　 This is the way Severus wars.

　　 "This straight road is the optimal solution. His men will attack from here, and we will send people to ambush here."

　　 "In Dillon's habit, he will divide his troops into three groups. We are here, here, and then here, and set up a defensive regiment."

　　 "Behind these three roads, set up three more troops."

　　 "Wait for them to pass these three roads in this way, we can surround them."

　　 In the battle of the army, encirclement is a very important concept.

　　 Once surrounded, you may be caught off guard and defeat the strong with the weak.

　　 Not to mention, the elves also have an advantage in firepower.

　　 Severus' eyes were cold. "Kill all these first evils, and the remaining pigman slaves will all come back to us."

　　 "The elves are the masters, and the pigs are the slaves. This is the rule laid down by God the Father."

　　 "This rule has lasted for hundreds of years and is the most stable order and social form."

　　 "People who try to break this society are just evil elements that destroy society."

　　 The adjutant’s memory is very good. He quickly remembered the military arrangement of General Severu and arranged it.

　　……

　　 In the orc camp, the information that pig spies brought back from the elves made the orc prophet extremely disturbed.

　　 After drinking and eating meat in a group of orcs, after having breakfast.

　　 The prophet pulled Dillon into the camp and let the other orcs out.

　　 The orc prophet bent over and said anxiously: "A Pericle, his 100 apprentices, and 400 high elf wizards have suppressed us for more than half a year."

　　 "Now they have a thousand more high elves and two elven generals."

"　　" is equivalent to three times more troops."

　　 "Dillon, I think... I think... Let's suspend the siege."

　　 Suspend the siege?

　　 Dillon shook his head in confusion. "Honorable Prophet. If we don't attack the city, what will we use to feed three million pigmen and more than five thousand orcs now?"

　　 "Our food is no longer enough, and the farmland has been destroyed by pig people who are not under our command."

　　 "Moreover, there is a small-scale plague on our side."

　　 "Prophet, for the sake of our fellow citizens and the people of God the Father, I must find a way to get food and medicine, no matter what method is used."

　　 The orc prophet rolled his eyes.

　　 You are really stubborn.

　　 When I taught you before, I patronized to improve your fighting ability and commander ability, and I completely forgot to pass on my excellent character to you.

　　Young man, you don’t know how to work around.

　　 The orc prophet whispered: "We can't ignore the reality and let you die."

　　 "The food we have now is definitely enough to raise our orcs."

　　 "The leftover food can still raise a part of pigmen."

　　 "The pigmen who can be converted into orcs must be the best. We leave the rest of the food to the outstanding pigmen youth. We don't care about those children, old people, and women. They have no fighting power."

　　 "Isn't that enough?"

　　 "This is also a way out of nowhere, we don't need to risk a war..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Dillon grabbed his collar and pulled him over.

　　 "You..." The orc prophet did not want to confront the young and powerful chief Dillon.

　　 He looked at Dillon angrily, but was shocked by the latter's terrifying eyes.

　　 The orc prophet had seen Dillon's anger many times. At that time, he was only paying tribute to Dillon's enemies.

　　 Dillon is the most terrible enemy.

　　 This is true even for elves.

　　 But the orc who is now suffering from Dillon's wrath is the prophet himself.

　　 At that time, he knew how terrifying the chief was.

　　 Dillon stared at him dangerously~www.wuxiaspot.com~You coward, shame. "

　　 "You actually told me to give up fighting."

"The elves are powerful, but how can they beat the blood in our chests. We have done a lot of totems. Our cavalry units have the fighting ability. The orcs will fight when they are full, instead of hiding in the castle. enjoy."

　　 "I heard that the guardian is Severus."

　　 "As long as it is not Pericles, I am 60% sure that I will get what I want."

　　 Dillon let go of the frightened prophet and walked out of the camp on his own. He muttered: "I think the Father God will agree, I will bring some food for his people."

　　 In the camp, the orc prophet was dumbfounded for a while, then he reacted, gritted his teeth and roared silently.

　　Dillon, you white-eyed wolf!

　　 I saved you, I nurtured you, I shaped you, I made you, how dare you treat me like this.

　　 The prophet took a few steps forward, his eyes sullen, he turned his head to look at the ancient city Tyrannosaurus totem standing in the center of the tent, and turned his head to look at the back of Dillon leaving.

　　 The orc prophet narrowed his eyes, and Dillon was more familiar with the ancestral spirit in the ancient city Tyrannosaurus totem.

　　 Dillon’s wings were hard, and it was really different from before.

　　 The status between the orcs is completely different from that of the elves. The orcs do not have such a strict hierarchy and the concept of the elders of the king.

　　 Whoever has a strong power will speak hard.

　　 He glanced at the statue of God Father in the camp, suppressing the anger in his heart.

　　 Forget it, now the orcs need a strong chief.

　　 The orc prophet turned around, turned his back to the direction that Dillon walked out, and looked at the idol of the creation spirit. "May the great Father God always take care of us."