The Mythical Races I Created

　　 Today's little August is more than 140 years old, and looks like a 7-year-old human child. It is when he is active, the baby's fat face is very cute, and he is full of curiosity about everything.

　　 frost rippling in his hands.

　　 Little Augustus held the powerful ice magic in his hands, playing with this terrible energy like an ordinary child playing in the water.

　　 Even among all the elves, his magic talent is unique.

　　 Augustus looked at his wife strangely. "You should understand that I am not dealing with Diana and Berwick, so why bother to order them to be our son's teachers in my name."

　　 His wife said cautiously: "Augustus. Now Pericles's reputation is too great. Compared with that, your Sun King's name is no longer as effective as before."

　　 "Our people are gradually alienated from us. At this time, if we can make Pericles the teacher of Little Augustus, we can strengthen the legitimacy of our royal family."

　　 Augustus smiled contemptuously.

　　 He shook his head and said nothing.

　　 After the guards came to report, the queen said to Augustus: "They have now entered the back court. I will take our son to meet them first."

　　 Augustus nodded. "I don't care about this."

"whatever."

　　 "Contributing to God the Father is something I should consider."

　　 "It just so happens that I have something right now."

　　 "Anyway, as the Elf King, I must be busy with everything. Pericles, they should be able to understand me."

　　 "You will do me and say hello to them."

　　 After the Elf Queen was gone, an Elf general bowed to Augustus.

　　 "Your Majesty. We crossed the northernmost border of the plateau and explored the unknown."

　　 "Unfortunately, the north is a vast desert, and there is no place worth conquering."

　　 "And there are many terrifying monsters in the desert, the most common of which is this huge scorpion that is two people tall."

　　The elven soldiers carried the corpse of the scorpion up to the hall.

　　 This is a huge scorpion.

　　 The carapace on the surface of the scorpion is black and shiny, making it chill.

　　 "The tail of this scorpion is very poisonous, and the carapace can defend against any iron, but under our fireball spell, they are still cooked food."

　　 Augustus raised his eyebrows. "food?"

　　 "Well. Your Majesty's meat is delicious, but it is a kind of flavor snack."

　　 the elf general replied.

　　 Augustus nodded in disappointment. "Ok."

　　 He actually wants to conquer more places, but since the north is a desert, and the south, east, and west are all the sea, then he has no place to conquer.

　　 Maybe, now is the limit.

　　 Augustus looked at the elven wizards on the side. "The magic spell I entrusted you to digest, how did you study it?"

　　The elves and wizards bowed, "Your Majesty. Your vision is perfect. The power of the spell produced by the fire of Augustus is far beyond our imagination. This power is even surprisingly great for us."

　　 Augustus admired: "Okay, let's go out and have a look."

　　 Outside the palace, the wizards of the elves cast their latest spell [Doomsday Knell].

　　 With the profound and complicated spells, flames ignited on the grass.

　　 A circle of fire appeared on the ground.

　　 The surrounding sunlight dimmed, and I don’t know where a gust of wind blew, and the grass was full of withered leaves.

　　 This vague feeling became stronger and stronger as the spell deepened.

In the middle of the burning circle of fire, a flame cross was slowly burning. As the flame cross took shape, a certain bell sounded from the sky. The bell sound was like Hong Zhong Dalu, full of penetrating feeling, majestic, I'm afraid , Every knock is even more frightening.

　　 The earth burned.

　　 A black-red flame beam fell from the sky.

　　 As this flame beam continues to burn the earth, the bell of doom is always ringing.

　　咣当~

　　咣当~

　　咣当~

　　 Augustus looked at all this with great surprise. "Well, well, this is what I want. This power is the magic that I created based on the arrangement of the elements of Augustus Fire."

　　 "Compared with our cutting-edge magic, this magic is at least three thousand years advanced."

　　 "Send my orders, [Doomsday Knell] Magic can never spread out of the palace, this kind of magic can only be learned by my cronies."

　　 "The era of shared knowledge has passed."

　　 Augustus said: "Father God is here, and my wit has surpassed all the other elves, so why should I share knowledge with them."

　　 After the magic effect passed, the grass was burnt into a huge pit.

　　 In the deep pit, all is charred mud.

　　 is only the deepest part of the pit, and there is a beautiful stone that Augustus and the rest of the elves have never seen before. It is so beautiful and the colors of the rainbow are not as complicated as it.

　　 "Why are stones so dazzling? Is this a reward given to me by God the Father?"

　　 The elves looked at the gems bombarded from the ground by the death knell, and they all looked dumbfounded for a while.

So beautiful.

　　...

　　 On the saline soil on the southern coast, the orc prophet would think about all the words that the creation spirit had said to him, over and over again.

　　 The words of the spirit of creation seem to be revelation.

　　 Orcs are not like elves that can easily get the gift of the Father God, and have had so many encounters with the Father God in the thousand years of history. The resources of the Orcs are barren.

　　 Then, the orc prophet can only recall from the only conversation with the Father God, and hope to gain strength from it.

　　 Facts have proved that the orc prophet did indeed gain a lot from it.

　　 In the past ten years, he has taken Dillon to wander around, sleep and eat in the wind, and often sleep in the wild.

　　 In a rainy day, he got the ultimate!

　　 That day, the sound of thunder, rain, and wind constituted the most beautiful music in the world, and the orc prophet remembered the only time the Father God had said to him in that thunderstorm night, and finally got inspiration.

　　 In order to imitate the sound of thunder, wind and rain, he made a hollow musical instrument out of a skeleton and dinosaur skin, and he named it a drum.

　　 The prophet often beat this drum to praise God the Father.

　　 He thinks this can please God Father.

During this process, he found that the drums conveyed the unique spiritual power of the orcs. Some specific fixed frequencies can attract the wandering souls scattered on the earth. These wandering souls are like a fool, chasing the music of the orc prophet. , And swing his limbs unconsciously.

　　 And the Prophet also learned the dance of the wandering souls in the process.

　　 Gradually, the Prophet discovered that every time a drum of a certain frequency was beaten, the dancing spirits would swallow each other, and over time, a unique life form that was not a ghost was born.

　　 This soul body has swallowed many memory fragments of wandering souls, so it knows a lot of knowledge.

　　 It can tell the Prophet and Dillon the geographical knowledge of their vicinity, help them avoid the elves, and walk freely in the territory of the elven kingdom.

　　 As long as the orc prophet beats the drum, he can summon the spirits of these ancestors.

　　 Until a few days ago, these ancestral spirits asked the orc prophets to create a house for them to carry them, otherwise these ancestral spirits would disintegrate into ordinary wandering spirits without any protection (especially without any physical protection).

　　It is impossible for ordinary objects to carry high-density mental energy bodies for a long time.

　　 So what should I do?

　　 Is it true that the spirit of the ancestors cannot exist for a long time? This is the law of heaven?

No!

　　 Only the Father God is the law of heaven.

　　 As long as you can recall all the words that God the Father said to yourself, you will definitely find a solution.

　　 He suddenly remembered the wooden cup that God Father gave him.

　　 If ordinary things cannot withstand such a concentrated soul power, what about the wooden cup used by God the Father when he signed the contract with himself?

　　 The old orc prophet beat his drum made of dinosaur skins, and the spirits of the ancestors gathered again and followed the guidance of the drums into the wooden cup given to him by the Father God.

　　 "The sound of drums can bring the spirits of the ancestors together."

　　 "Try it. God the Father gave me the best thing."

　　 A milky white spirit body fell into the wooden cup. When it appeared, the surrounding air was cold for several degrees.

　　 The spirit of the ancestor entered the wooden cup.

　　 The orc prophet observed for five minutes and confirmed that the wooden cup could bear the spirit of the ancestors.

　　 "I succeeded, haha."

"What? You want me to continue to summon the wandering spirits wandering on the southern coast, and strengthen your soul power, so that you can bring us powerful spells? What is a spell? Oh, it was you who died here since then. From the memory fragments of 120 elves on a piece of land, you know that you want me to continue to summon the remnants of souls that have wandered on the southern coast for millions of years? But will this be dangerous?"

　　 "Well, you are right."

　　 "The wooden cup given to us by our Father God is an artifact that can withstand more energy."

　　 If anyone sees the Orc Prophet now, I'm afraid they will not be scared to death.

　　 The orc prophet has been talking to himself, most people see him and think he is schizophrenic.

　　 The prophet sounded the soul drum.

　　 "The remnants of all the dead creatures on this land, come together for me, in the sound of my drums, come together!"

　　 "Under the will of the Father God, in the music of welcoming God, come here."

　　 The sound of drums is like a death knell, full of the wildness of the wasteland.

　　The wandering souls gather more and more, the wandering souls on this land of the southern coast for millions of years, UU reading www. uukanshu.com all gathered, and the huge spiritual body was packed in a very small space, even covering the sun, making the surrounding dark.

　　 Orcs, prophets and gods talk. "What, you said you just want me to summon some, not all? Why didn't you say earlier, what should we do now, we seem to be about to explode, and you don't know what to do? Let me pray to God the Father quickly?"

　　"..."

　　 "Father, help me."

　　 Shen Fanyu was in space and noticed this scene.

　　 "This guy finally discovered that he can use the remnants of dead creatures to make totems."

　　 "The orcs, who are both my creation and the creation of the ancient star Gaia, can just inherit the luck of all the remnants of souls and indigenous races scattered on the continent of Mu."

　　 "This is why I bestow the power of the orc shaman."

"Forehead…"

　　 Shen Fanyu found that the situation was not quite right. This guy gathered all the remnant souls into the totem, and seemed to summon too many remnants at once.

　　 And that totem is actually a substandard work, not even a totem at all, it can't bear so many remnants of the soul without it.

　　 As a result, the remnant soul wanted to occupy the body of the orc prophet. The orc prophet was entangled with these alien mental powers, and it was almost schizophrenic.

　　 "He will die if this continues."

　　 "Oh, I don't understand what I mean at all."

　　 "If this continues, he will become a lunatic if he doesn't die. This guy is too impatient, his totem skills are not qualified at all, and the shaman's soul prayer method is not perfect."

　　 "This kind of thing, even if it's another two hundred years, it's never too late to do it again."

　　"..."

　　 "I must help him."

　　 Shen Fanyu judged.