The Mythical Races I Created

The outer city of the Iron Fortress [Creek] has completely fallen into Dillon's control.

The person in charge, Gloryda and his guards, all lie down on the scorched earth outside the city. They were hit by Dillon’s plan to lure the enemy out of the city, and the elf Druid Frodarius who was in charge of this place also fell outside. Outside the city, he fell into a coma.

More than a thousand remaining orc druids were surrounded by groups outside the city. Even though a few of them rushed out of the encirclement, they faced the outer wall of [Crick] controlled by the orcs.

That scary steel barrier.

Dillon discovered that after the imprisoned wandering orcs were rescued by the adjutant, he ordered an immediate withdrawal.

In front of the golden statue of Crick with a height of 100 meters, more than 400 wandering orcs knelt down to Dillon in excitement, expressing their willingness to repay Dillon with their lives. This life belongs to the chief orc in this life.

A wandering orc said: "I thought I was dead."

"Unexpectedly, Lord Chief, actually saved me, I am willing to change the last name in my name here, and regard [Crick] as my last name, which represents me and my family. From now on, forever Loyal to the chief."

The other wandering orcs said--

"I am grateful for the great kindness of the chief.

"Yes, I am willing to change my surname to Crick, too."

"Our orcs usually come from tribes with their surnames. After changing our surname to Crick, we are the orcs of the Crick tribe."

"The orcs of the Crick tribe swear to the throne of heaven, the Father God, in this life, Chief Dillon is our only master, and the White Horse Totem is our absolute horn. We only obey the Father God, Chief and White Horse Totem.! "

Everyone knows that the White Horse Totem and the Wolf King Fenrir are now the symbols of Chief Dillon.

Dillon raised his hand, and his huge palm covered the sun. He raised his head and smiled, sincere and simple, but this smile was for God the Father, not his men and troops.

When he looked at the Crick orc, his eyes returned to his usual ferocity.

"I accept your allegiance, Creek Orcs."

"I just hope that time will prove your loyalty."

A crowd of creek orcs knelt on one knee, bowed their heads at the orc chief, and beat their chests with their fists.

The orc adjutant took the opportunity to step forward. He looked at the chief chief and asked: "Shall we retreat now?"

retreat?

Dillon swept across the monstrous Creek city wall, how much he wanted to destroy it.

It’s a shame that you can’t take the enemy’s city as your own, or even destroy the city wall.

Victory always has to point the lottery, right?

Don't even think about occupying the city. They can now penetrate the depths of the Elf Lowland territory, not by their hard power, but by being caught off guard.

Many accidents and coincidences made this happen.

Behind Steel Fortress Creek, there are dozens of elves and lowland city-states.

Unless these cities are swept away, occupying the creek is a wishful thinking.

Destroy this city wall...

In the eyes of the orc adjutants, orc soldiers, and the orcs of the Crick tribe, a vain white Tyrannosaurus appeared behind Dillon. His powerful mental power was focused on the totem of the Tyrannosaurus and even displayed some of its potential abilities.

"Ten times physique!"

A huge hammer the size of a city gate seemed to be just an ordinary hammer in Dillon's hands. He swung the hammer and threw it at the fortress gate of Creek.

Bang~

Sounds louder than thunder sounded thousands of times.

The nearby orcs felt that their eardrums were about to be pierced by the sound.

The thick walls of the Creek Fortress were sunken into a large area of ​​deformation, but its walls were too thick, so thick that this deformation was only a small local deformation, and the exterior and surroundings of the walls were hardly affected.

Such a big movement stunned the Crick orcs and all the other orcs.

Is this the power of the chief?

Manpower can reach this!

This kind of power is even faster and stronger than ordinary spells.

The creek orcs knelt on the ground, their eyes hotter, and this was the master he was willing to follow.

Dillon sighed helplessly and expressed regret to the adjutant: "I can't destroy this city. It is something that countless pig artisans under the guidance of elves took more than 24 years to complete. Although I can capture it, I cannot destroy it, nor can I occupy it."

"Now, I can only watch, it is away from us."

"If the orcs had such a city, how nice it would be."

At this moment, Dillon thought of the kid Atoman unexpectedly.

The kid heard that he was doing well with the prophet, and he was already a good orc shaman.

Well, he couldn't get through the road of warriors, maybe the prophet finally led him to the right path.

Dillon walked towards the city wall. "When we go back, I want to apologize to Atoman."

"Perhaps, when Atoman came to me more than 20 years ago, I was wrong when he sold me his fishing net gun."

Seeing the great engineering skills, and at this moment, Dillon, who was scarred by Crick and Searle, sighed.

He realized how incorrect his contempt for engineering was.

As long as the siege technology is used well, it can play a huge role on the battlefield like warriors, shamans, and totems.

Dillon walked over, carried his hammer with his left arm, and walked back with a small earthquake step by step, facing the golden statue of God Father 100 meters in front, and said: "Before retreating, bring this statue of God Father back. Our territory."

"This is the sign of our victory."

"Then..." Dillon smiled, and he threw his hammer out once again. The hammer drew a line in the air and landed firmly on the highest point of the creek, which is the inner city. On the highest observation tower.

After hearing a loud noise, the hammer was embedded in the watchtower and merged strangely with the building.

The adjutant looked at the chief suspiciously.

Dillon smiled and said, "Leave a little souvenir."

"Although my hammer is rare~www.wuxiaspot.com~, there is always steel in stock."

"But, as a sign of victory in this war, I want to place the hammer forever on the watchtower of Crick, so that the world can see our victory. I know that with the character of my brother, Dylan, he probably doesn’t Will take this hammer down, but will be ashamed of it and work hard to become stronger."

"Pull away the image of Father God."

Dillon yelled, "If anyone dares to hurt the image of God the Father, I will strangle him with my left hand."

In the smoke of war, the orc army left here.

...

However, this war is far less simple than Dillon imagined. It is like a stone thrown into the crater of a volcano, causing a chain reaction and breaking the original situation that was barely maintaining balance.

When the orcs and the elves were madly preparing for battle, and awkwardly not wanting to fight each other, the battle led by Dillon finally made the elves' main battle party unable to restrain their anger.

When the three city-states closest to the lowland by the elves sent people to support them, but only had time to see the endgame, the councils of these three city-states went out of the ground and furious.