The Mythical Races I Created

　　 Dillon, surrounded by the orcs, returned to the camp, but the camp was about to be rebuilt.

　　 Dillon’s prestige has been improved again.

Because the 30-meter-high black-haired behemoth is very uncomfortable at first glance. No orc thinks that he can fight the behemoth with spell ability, but the chief’s power is beyond everyone’s imagination, and he actually relies on himself. The power of the beast was tied.

　　 Late at night, Dillon invited the Pigman Witch Doctor.

More than two hundred years ago, witch doctors were originally a privileged class of pig people, because witch doctors once mastered some seemingly like treatment methods and the ability to communicate with totem gods, but after the arrival of elves, these witch doctors The doctor was quickly included in the crooks.

However, the witch doctor who has absorbed the culture of the elves for two hundred years has now mastered the application of various herbs, and can even extract some specific substances from certain plants, such as extracting certain substances from willow leaves. A substance that kills germs.

　　 In fact, these are the research results of the druids, but the elves unreservedly handed them over to those who need these technologies.

At night, in the tent, the old witch doctor picked up Dillon’s bones, fixed Dillon’s bones with wooden boards, and put some herbs to stop bleeding and relieve pain, and boil the willow leaves, and the water was poured on the cloth. Above.

　　 This can kill bacteria.

　　Because of the relationship between the elven druids, now the pigmen and the others also know that there is some kind of life in the air that is even smaller than a parasite.

　　 Although they couldn't see it, the elven druids said that this would prevent these small creatures from multiplying on the wounds. They remembered it and followed suit.

　　 Dillon asked the old witch doctor. "My injury, can it be okay before the day after tomorrow?"

　　 The old witch doctor smiled bitterly: "Chief, I can only stop bleeding and reduce inflammation for you. As for the wound, you must recover by yourself."

　　 "Although your recovery ability is strong, the injury you have suffered this time is too severe. However, if you only recover to the point where you can fight, I think it should be reluctant."

　　 "It's just that your internal organs were also injured this time."

　　 "Fight reluctantly again, it is likely to aggravate the injury."

　　 Dillon hummed, "Well, it's almost the same as I expected."

　　 "As long as you can move."

"kindness?"

　　 A light footstep came from outside the tent. Dillon's ears moved. He actually guessed who it was, so he became angry.

　　 "Where did our guard go?"

　　 Dillon said loudly, his voice a little anxious.

　　 The curtains of the tent were lifted, and Marlinni picked up her grassy green hair and walked in. She has lived for nearly 900 years, but she has never seen anyone as unreasonable as Dillon. "Ah, didn't you say that I was your distinguished guest, I can go in and out of here at will?"

　　 Dillon gaped. "Yes, yes...but..."

　　Marlinie said disappointedly: "Hey, it turns out you didn't take your promise as a matter of all."

　　 She said: "Beast, I came to see your injury."

　　 "I heard that you fought with the king of beasts in the waves of the sea, and you were able to come back alive. I admire you."

　　 Dillon raised his eyebrows strangely. "It's not surprising that God the Father gave me victory."

　　 "Thank you, Marlinni, I am very grateful for your concern, although I may not need it at all."

"It's okay. I was fooled by you to come here. It doesn't matter if you do more things, such as helping you treat your injuries." Marlini put her hand on the back of Dillon's hand, and she glanced at the Pigman Witch medical. "You handled it well."

　　 The old witch doctor retains his previous habits, flatteringly said: "My lord, I'm just a little skill, how can I compare to you."

　　Marlini nodded, this is true.

　　 She doesn't need to be self-effacing.

　　 She looked at Dillon strangely. "You never look at me, what's the matter?"

　　 Dillon said in a muffled voice, "Don’t forget, we are actually enemies. Don’t heal me. Maybe I will die in two days, which is good for you and Pericles."

　　 "You will die? Father God is on the top, since I know that you are tied with the behemoth, I don't think you can die anymore."

　　 "And you are still alive and kicking now."

　　Mallini used the [Rapid Growth] skill on him.

　　This druid spell can speed up cell division and quickly heal injuries. Of course, it is not as good as wild growth to restore severed limbs, but as long as it is used multiple times, it can also restore Dillon's injuries within half a day.

　　 "Your injuries are not troublesome, but unfortunately I'm just an ordinary druid, I don't know much. If I can use wild growth, you will soon be able to fully recover."

　　 "It’s a little troublesome, it’s the injury on your internal organs. Rapid growth can't completely cure the injury on your lungs, so you have to rest for a while."

Marlinni said: "Beammon represents the wrath of nature. It is the king of the beasts and the overlord of the land, but you are tied with it. This shows that there are not many things in this world that can kill you. . Beast you..."

　　 "What am I?" Dillon frowned suspiciously.

　　 "Nothing." Marlinie stopped talking.

　　 Dillon closed his eyes and enjoyed the healing of the druid spells. It would be nice if the orcs had their own druids, and everyone would not need to keep their hands in fights in the future.

　　 "I just believe that God the Father will bring me victory. Since I always leave the best trophies to God the Father, God the Father will always let me win."

　　Marlinie chuckled slightly. "Father God is not so boring."

　　 "God the Father will bring us love and civilization, but victory is something that God the Father doesn't need."

　　 Dillon shook his head. "absurd."

　　Marlinie said: "It seems that even if we believe in the same god, our understanding of God is completely different."

　　 Dillon lowered his head thoughtfully, not saying anything for a long time.

　　 After a while, he said: "Um... will my injury be healed tomorrow?"

　　 "Well, yes." Marlinie said. "I will treat your injuries many times and accumulate spell effects. The saturated spell effects can completely restore your injury in one day. But your damaged physical strength may not be able to fully recover."

　　 Dillon patted his chest confidently. "Don't underestimate the orcs' self-recovery ability."

　　 "Thank you Marlinie."

　　 This is the first time that he has been so close to Marlinie, he opened his mouth, and a sudden burst of courage in his heart. "Marlinie, I want to tell you... tell you... tell you..."

　　Mallini raised her head and gave him a funny smile. Even the orc chief is just a little over fifty years old. What does this guy want to say. "Chief Beast, has your tongue hurt too?"

　　 Dillon struck a sharp voice, and when he first came to his mouth, his sudden inferiority complex was replaced by another sentence that he didn't want to say at all.

　　 "I want to tell you that we may have to fight the elves again recently. You have been a little more careful recently. I just want to tell you this."

　　 Marlinie sighed. "When can we stop fighting?"

　　 "Your fellow pigmen told me that they have missed peace."

　　...

　　 North of the plateau, in a wooden house, Wendini looked expectantly at the seniors. "What happened?"

　　 A few senior brothers laughed and said, "Senior sister, aren't you indulging in the flowers and grass? Why did you suddenly change your sex."

　　 Wendini sighed. "I was caught upright by the teacher for full labor."

　　 "Senior Sister hit her head straight, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was caught upright."

　　 The brothers talked and laughed a few words, suddenly they changed their tone and told Wendini seriously.

　　 "Wentini, the Elven Commune, they don't believe in anything except the Father God. They neither want to believe in real life, but have lost their goal, and are trapped in a vicious circle of retreat."

　　 "You'd better be mentally prepared, they may not be willing to send troops to help you."

　　 Wendini nodded and said, "The teacher said that he will come in person."

　　 "I have absolute trust in the teacher."

　　...

　　 The northernmost part of the plateau, No. 2 Cerebral tried to leave the plateau from the north, because it felt that maybe now is not the best time for a decisive battle.

　　 But the vast desert to the north made it hesitate for a while.

　　 Originally, the inside of the swarm was a biological organ with a mixture of compass and gyroscope, which could indicate the direction for them, but for some special reasons, they were restricted by the planet and the organs lost their function.

　　 Then, crossing the vast desert is an unknown and dangerous thing.

　　 It does not want to take risks.

　　 No. 2 Cerebral worm swept the surrounding hatchery base.

The incubation base is actually the egg area piled up by the corpse of a dinosaur. At this moment, one giant egg is about to hatch. You can see something swimming inside the egg, which is exactly what is waiting for the hatching to complete inside the egg. insect.

　　 "In a few days, my army will be able to replenish the army of ten million."

　　 "There should be three million troops on the peninsula's old base."

　　 "I can go back and dispatch those troops, besides, there are still C-level missions we are performing there."