The Mythical Races I Created

In the orc camp, everyone made a bonfire in the middle of the grass, on which the meat of various dinosaurs were set up, and two small mammals were peeled, stringed on a bamboo pole, and set on the fire to spit out. Oily and fragrant.

　　 The orcs were sitting on the ground around the campfire, eating dinosaur skewers in his left hand, and holding a barrel of ale in his right hand.

　　 Dylan said to Dillon, "Thanks for the hospitality."

Dillon laughed and said: "Dylan, when have you seen me so far? I haven't seen each other in fifty years. The memory of yesterday is really like a lifetime. At that time, we were still weak, but now we are all so strong. "

　　 "Come on, brother, toast."

　　 Two barrels of ale collided together and poured out a lot of drinks, and then both of them drank them all at once.

　　 Dillon put down the wine barrel. "Brother, you see that we have re-established our homeland, established a clan, replaced the pile of stones with true beliefs, those hypocritical totems and false gods, and regained our culture."

　　 "Our home is getting stronger."

　　 The surrounding orcs roared, picked up the barrel, and kept yelling.

　　 Dillon's eyes are piercing. "Come back, if the elf can give it to you, I will double it for you."

　　 "Go back to your compatriots."

　　 "I need you Dylan. I promise that, if any loot is looted in the future, I will definitely pick the top spot for you and let you get what you want."

　　 Dylan put the roast back on the grill.

　　 He shook his head. "Brother, the food needed to raise a horned dragon is thirty times that of its meat. A barrel of ale requires one kilogram of food to be wasted. In fact, since food is in short supply, you shouldn't be so big of meat and wine."

　　 "It's great to save food."

　　 Some orcs roared, "If we don't have any food, let's go grab it."

　　 "Do you want us carnivores to really eat grass."

　　 The orcs burst into laughter.

　　 Dillon patted Dylan on the shoulder. "Brother, you will get used to it, they are actually not malicious."

　　 Dylan frowned and said, "Brother. We are all citizens of the kingdom. You should not listen to the prophet and lead the army against the kingdom. Have you forgotten that Maiev rescued you from your father?"

　　 "We have all pledged allegiance to the kingdom, but now you openly betray the kingdom and place your promise to wherever you are."

　　 The smile on Dillon's face disappeared.

　　 He stood up and walked a few times, "I knew you were brainwashed by the elf, but I didn't expect it to be true."

　　 "Did you forget, we are orcs, they are elves, we have nothing to do with them."

　　 "If the overseer pig man speaks like this, I can still understand it, but you and I are only the persecuted party, why do you want to speak for those nasty elves! Where do you put our fellow citizens?"

　　 Dylan looked directly at Dillon. "Teacher Pericles asked me to invite you to [Collinsius] to negotiate. I hope you can go."

　　 Dylan said sincerely: "Brother, although we have suffered a lot of injustice right now, we can rely on our hard work and let the elves recognize us in a legal way."

　　 "Now, thanks to the efforts of my teacher and I, many elves have recognized us."

　　 "This kingdom was also built by our fathers, why did we destroy it?"

　　 "If the kingdom is not good, we will legally stand up to the ruling class of the kingdom and change the kingdom, and now if you help the elves, we are very close to this goal."

　　 The environment in the camp is very wrong.

　　 Dillon's face went completely dark, and the iron-blooded chief's eyes seemed to radiate blood and iron.

　　 "Absurd."

　　 "The kingdom is just the kingdom of the elves."

　　 "If the orcs really want to win the respect of the elves, they must build a strong country by themselves."

　　 "Instead of becoming a subsidiary race of the elves."

　　 Dillon slapped himself on the chest. "Since God the Father created us, he has told us that we have the courage to be the world's best, and the blood in our chest is never cold. Dylan, do you know what I am thinking about now?"

　　 Dillon walked around Dylan, spread his hands, and provocatively said: "I think you are brainwashed."

　　 "I think your brain is stupid."

"I think if we defeated the elves repeatedly in military operations and made the elves have to look at us, can you be put in the eyes of the elves? How much help the elves of the previous pigmen are, can they be respected and enter The ruling class of the Elf Kingdom?"

　　 Dillon said angrily: "It is us **** soldiers who are paying for you, so that you can luxuriously enjoy your so-called stupid way of saving the country by entering the curve of the kingdom's ruling class."

　　 "This is not a stupid way!" Dylan also stood up. "Look at what the **** you have made the Elf Kingdom look like?"

　　 "The land that used to be rich in grain has become barren and barren."

　　 "Dillon, don't be restricted by your narrow race."

　　 "The kingdom is now dominated by [Bericlei]. Can you still trust the adult who extended a precious helping hand to the Pigman during the 30th Dark Day?"

　　 "The same race created by God the Father, we should join hands instead of consuming each other."

　　 Seeing the two swords drawn, the orcs drew up their hammers, glared at Dylan, and approached him at the same time.

　　 Dillon stretched out his hand and motioned everyone to put down their weapons.

　　 "Berry Creek is a person I admire. Among the elves, I only admire him."

　　 "But brother, don't speak with your mouth anymore. It's better to speak in the way of our orcs. Whoever has a big fist will listen."

　　 "If you are not killed by my hammer, I will go with you to negotiate with Pericles."

　　 "Let's fight."

　　 All the orcs in the camp were cheering, and not only cheered Dillon, but also cheered Dylan.

These guys are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, they completely forgot their position, and even use their own net worth to bet on who will win ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Dylan sees all the orcs are booing, he knows in his heart that if he wants to complete the task , You must beat Dillon.

"good."

　　 "I accept your challenge, brother."

　　……

　　 Twenty minutes later, the two sides were ready, and they were fighting by the campfire.

　　 A bunch of orcs ate barbecue and ale, watching Dillon and Dylan draw down.

　　 Dylan wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, starting with the Druid’s signature skill [Sunburst]. This spell was researched by Teacher Berlicky, and it was a weakened version of Sunshine Flame.

　　 The sunlight flickered, and the high-density energy exploded under Dillon's feet, and the hot golden light seemed to cook everything.

　　 However, Dillon quickly avoided the blow.

　　 "Weeds bound."

　　 "The sun bursts."

　　 Where Dillon settled, weeds grew wildly, and instantly wrapped around his waist, and Dylan shot a high-density sunlight towards him at that time.

　　 Dylan said: "Sorry, brother, but you are not my opponent."

　　 "That's the ability?" Dillon yelled up to the sky. He raised the big hammer in his hand and smashed it up with his backhand. The muscles after thousands of tempers were extremely powerful, smashing the high-density sunlight energy that was shot over.

　　 Dylan raised his eyebrows.

how is this possible?

　　 Such a powerful spell, someone can smash it with a hammer!

This……

　　 Dillon tore off the weeds that bound him and looked at him coldly. "You seem to think that every orc has similar muscle strength."

　　 "But in fact, the difference is huge."

　　 "I have been tempered on the battlefield for a long time, and it is not comparable to flowers in a greenhouse like yours."

　　 "Dylan."