The Mythical Races I Created

　　 The next day, Wendini took a small group of elves and sneaked into the dense forest to contact other people in the Elf Commune.

　　 Because they need to prevent the swarm from finding them, they only took a small group of people.

　　 And Dylan rode a horned dragon to the lowlands on the south coast, crossed the city of elves, and stepped into the territory of the former black pig tribe. Now Dillon and the orc prophets are in the world.

　　 On the way, he encountered a group of pigmen soldiers patrolling.

　　 These pigs, it is strange that Dylan's clothes are obviously in the style of elves, but because Dylan is an orc, and the orc tribe did not have a strict censorship mechanism at that time, he did not dare to search for Dylan.

　　 Just like that, Dylan went all the way into the depths of the orc territory.

　　After a long journey, he came to the orc’s mobile king's tent.

　　 The orc soldiers guarding the camp saw him and strode over. "Who are you? Why have we never seen you?"

　　 "You are a newly transformed orc, did you report to the chief?"

　　 "Hey, answer me."

　　 The orc soldier picked up the hammer on his back. The surface of the hammer was fierce. He squeezed it and walked towards Dylan. "You guy hurry up and talk, I'm going to have lunch later, don't linger like an elf."

　　 Dylan has been observing Dillon’s King Account and his camp.

　　 With goodwill and curiosity, he observes the orcs in the camp. These orcs and his growth environment are not the same, but they are all orcs.

　　 Dylan looked at the orc soldier. "Warrior, I want to see your chief."

　　 "I am here on behalf of the vast will of God the Father and the will of the king of the Elven Kingdom."

　　 The lazy orcs in the camp stood up as if they were war horses hearing the order. They raised the hammers on their backs and aimed them at Dylan.

　　 Dylan didn't seem to see the hostility of so many orcs.

　　 He felt that he represented the will of the kingdom, and these orcs were once citizens of the kingdom, and now they are just traitors.

"Tell you the illegal chief, God the Father and the legal king Perikri authorized by the kingdom, send the son of Maiev, the vengeful druid, and Dylan of Nature's Fury to come and ask for a meeting with the self-proclaimed son of Maiev, Dyron. ."

　　 The orcs looked at each other.

　　 An orc spat on the ground and looked at Dylan contemptuously. "We heard the chief heard of you, Dylan. You were adopted by Maiev of the Watcher, but Maiev betrayed us."

　　 "We didn't expect that you were still working for the elf."

　　 He turned and walked towards Wang Zhang. "The chief has mentioned you many times, so since it is your request, I think the chief will meet you at least once."

　　…………

　　Because the elves took the initiative to provide them with food, Dillon did not need to organize military operations during this time.

　　He stayed in the king's account and made a new totem.

　　 White Horse Totem One totem can organize a powerful army. The Tyrannosaurus Totem allows him to pass through thousands of horses. The ancient Tyrannosaurus Totem is a precious spiritual attack spell.

　　 He felt that if a new and powerful totem could be made, the orcs' combat effectiveness could be enhanced again.

　　 But the most important thing is that only when making a new totem can he temporarily remove the image of Marlinie from his mind.

　　 The look in the eyes of the woman who tried to treat the sick pigman, who hadn't slept for days and nights, kept Dillon from sleeping again and again, how many times Dillon wanted to tell Marlinie how he felt.

　　 But every time he met, the beast that Marlinie said made him die, and he didn't have the courage to tell Marlinie how he felt.

"manufacture complete."

　　 Dillon said: "Women will betray me, but war will not. I can always benefit from war, but women will only make me fascinated."

　　 "I only need to worship God the Father and lead the war."

　　 He slapped the dinosaur drum next to him, chanting shamanic religious ballads.

　　 If the wild drumbeats of the north wind sound, every sound seems to match the frequency of your heartbeat, ethereal and weird.

　　 This is the spiritual joy of shaman.

　　 Click~

　　 There was a cracking sound, amidst this wild and ethereal religious music, there was a disharmonious sound.

　　 The totem is cracked!

　　 Dillon was shocked.

　　 The drum sound stopped abruptly.

　　Because the shaman's talent surpasses the prophet's self, he has never missed his hand when making a totem.

　　 But why does the totem crack this time? !

　　 He opened his eyes, but he was even more stunned.

　　 "Father God who brings us victory, this...you really like to joke about me."

　　 He stood up, picked up the broken totem, and calmed the boiling ancestral spirit with his powerful mental power.

　　‘Spirit of the ancestors, next time I will find you a new home. kindness? Don’t you want to attack the person who made this statue? Are you angry? Oh, you mean, do you want to die? ’

　　‘Since it’s not, let’s get out of here. ’

　　 A white horse ancestor spirit rose behind Dillon. The government totem deterred these weak ancestor spirits, and the ancestor spirit had no choice but to leave him.

　　 Dillon picked up the totem fragments and put them together again in a daze.

　　 "The spirit of creation, the totem I carved out should be a triceratops totem, but why does it look like Marlinie?"

　　 "Has that woman captured my heart?"

"But I am just a beast in her eyes, God, why do you make me so sad, no, Father God, I have no choice but to forgive my nonsense. My heart has been messed up. ."

"what should I do?"

　　 Dillon’s eyes flashed tyrannical emotions, and the rage buried in the blood of the orc race bottomed out~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yes, I am a great chief, and I will never be upset because of a woman. "

　　 He crushed all the wood carving fragments in his hand, cruel and barbaric.

　　 An orc suddenly came in outside, and the orc soldier opened the curtain and beat his chest with his palm.

　　 "Chief, there is a person outside who claims to be the messenger of the Elf Kingdom. He asked to meet with you. He said that he came with the will of the Father God and the will of the Elf King."

　　 Dillon looked back abruptly. "killed."

　　 The orc soldier said that he was indeed the Chief Chief, and he did not hesitate at all.

　　 He explained: "But this man is an orc, and he claims that he is the son of Maiev, and said that you will definitely meet him."

　　 Dillon’s anger disappeared in an instant, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Dylan?"

"It's him."

　　 "This guy is still alive. I always thought he had been tortured to death by the elves."

"Hahaha……"

　　 "Unexpectedly, he also became an orc."

　　 Dillon lifted a jar of ale on the ground and poured a few sips into his mouth. "Hahaha……"

　　 "Ask someone to kill the meat of the biggest triceratops we have. By the way, there are ancient cats. Those cats don't have much meat, but they are very delicate."

　　 "We had a visitor here today, and it happened to be cooked and eaten."

　　 "I always feel that I am missing a right hand man, Dylan is here, and our two brothers will fight the world together. It must be no disadvantage."

　　 The happy memories of the past returned to Dillon's mind.

　　 At that time, he and Dylan experienced the happiest memory in life together. Although it was only six months, it seemed like two years had passed.

　　 He, Dylan, Maiev, once lived happily together until the thirty days of darkness.