The Mythical Races I Created

After the spirit of creation left, it sparked discussion among the elves.

God the Father woke them up and reminded them of their responsibilities.

The elves are not only elves, but also the eldest sons of the first batch of gods on this continent. They are responsible for being the guides and protectors of other races when they are weak.

If the orcs were not counted as pigmen, they would only have a history of a hundred years.

The elves have developed independently for thousands of years.

So compared to the elves, the orcs must be lagging behind.

After thinking about it, Pericles said to the elders who have not left the Senate: "The three working groups should take the revelation of God the Father to us today as your guiding ideology. We all know a truth. Between the interests of the kingdom and the interests of God the Father, we should first safeguard the interests of God the Father."

"Without God the Father, there would be no kingdom."

"Because God the Father is like the sun in the sky, every day the light exists, and the earth can be blessed, even if he didn't do it deliberately."

All the Elf elders nodded and said yes.

This is what it should be.

Pericles said: "I propose that today, immediately gather the citizens to hold a sacrifice ceremony. Because today is the first time the spirit of creation came to our kingdom after the establishment of the kingdom. I mean, our kingdom, and Not the kingdom of Augustus."

"So, I suggest that every year today, this day should be set as the festival of surrender."

"Of course, the work of guarding against the orcs must continue during the festival."

This proposal was unanimously agreed by the elders.

Schopenh nodded and said yes, he said to the elder beside him: "This is a good idea. Our existence is meaningless. All things are phenomena that are higher than existence. Only God the Father is the root of all things, and existence is higher than phenomena. , We deserve to praise..."

The elder next to the uncle himself moved away silently, away from him.

He doesn't hate Schopenh.

However, nihilism is still uncomfortable.

Severus said: "The annual festival of God's Fall can not only represent our sincere affection and love for God the Father, but it can also be used as a festival for the whole kingdom to strengthen the citizens of the whole kingdom and the common sense of our kingdom."

"It's pretty good."

Diana wiped the sweat on her forehead, and she arranged her dressing in a pale blue cloud-like robe. The Father suddenly used the [Prophecy of God] in the opposite direction. It was beyond her expectation, and she was a little confused now. But she took the conversation anyway.

"Master Führer's idea is very good. The existence of God's surrender can make us remember that we are the eldest son of God."

"We shoulder the task of leading and protecting the offspring."

"This is not a burden, but the glory that God the Father bestows on us. Every elves should remember that it is precisely because we have such a mission that we are so strong."

Today's discussion, with the coming of the spirit of creation, has changed from a tense atmosphere to an atmosphere of joy.

As the elven elders leave, they will pass these news to every corner of the kingdom.

Preparations for the surrender festival, military prevention to prevent the orcs from coming again, handling the affairs of the Three Cities Alliance, two working groups discussing reforming the kingdom system, and a working group discussing who the orcs should choose to lead. They have a lot of things to do. busy.

Therefore, when ordinary elves are living the joyous days of the surrender festival, the senior elves are still tense and handle government affairs carefully.

They have to discuss the constitution within a week, and then convene a citizens' assembly to ask the opinions of all citizens in the kingdom.

...

Orc territory, beside the peach grove on the westernmost side of the narrow coast.

Inside the chief’s camp, Chief Dillon frantically beat the table made of the poor cycad tree. The table has become dust. The eyes of the orc chiefs went up and down with the chief’s fist, all afraid of the fist that could break the steel. , Accidentally hit them.

Dillon tore off the bandaging cloth on his arm.

The adjutant beside him hesitated to speak, but closed his mouth cleverly.

Dillon said to everyone: "The elves are too hateful and must go to war! Otherwise they think we orcs are all muddled. Has their army left our land?"

The orc leader in charge of the outpost’s defense whispered with a guilty conscience: "Leave. But they used magic to create the marks of their three city-states over our burned city using dark clouds."

"This may be to retaliate against us, to **** Crick's idol, and then you left the hammer in Crick, this matter."

"Also, there are now a bunch of refugees rushing to the west. We haven't felt anything here yet, but the cities and villages in the middle have been attacked by refugees."

Dillon swept across the orc's head fiercely. "Do you think you are not responsible for this matter?"

"I... Lord Chief, they were crowded at that time, so I could only lead my army out of the orc city where I was stationed, and rush to report to you, this..."

The leader of the orc was incomparably emptied.

In fact, he wanted to lead the orc army stationed on the sideline and went forward desperately, but in the end he ran away because of the gap between the strength of the two armies.

Dillon stared at his dodging eyes fiercely. "You left with the three thousand orc warriors stationed at the border, but those three city orcs wanted to protect their homes without fear of danger and were killed by the elves."

"We orcs don't need deserters."

"Even if you don't have enough troops, at least you should fight to the death."

He glanced at his adjutant, and the adjutant stepped forward, twisting his palms and shoulders, and there was a crackling noise between the bones.

The adjutant went up and hit the head of the orc leader with a punch.

Knocked down the orc leader to the ground.

Then, another punch...

Not only were the orc leaders not afraid, but they showed contempt for the beaten orc leader.

You can be defeated, but you can't escape without fighting and give up.

They look down on this orc.

In this cruel scene, Dillon felt that his nerves could be relaxed. He said to the leaders of the orcs: "This guy renounced his duties as a border guard and allowed the enemy to drive in. The crime deserves death."

"However, I don't want to stand up to his head today."

Dillon waved his hand, the adjutant looked at the orc leader with a swollen nose on the ground hesitantly, and then at Chief Dillon.

According to Lord Chief's previous style, this kind of deserter will undoubtedly die.

The orc Dillon raised his big fist and said: "This time I attacked the elven city-state, and I learned a lot. I realized that I had shortcomings before, so the fault is not only with him, but I also have the fault."

"I was wrong in not emphasizing our discipline a few times."

"So, I want to explain that from now on, any orc in the orc territory, if it encounters an enemy, must fight hard and not retreat, and those who violate the order will be dealt with as deserters."

"die!"

"He was the first deserter, so I won't kill him, but after I emphasized it, whoever dares to violate any more is seeking death."

The orc chiefs showed horrified eyes.

Dillon is a one-of-a-kind person.

He doesn't care how many orcs he killed, he only cares about the discipline of the army and whether he can be protected.

It is also the existence of chiefs like Dillon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Orcs who are naturally fond of rebelling against authority can be suppressed, be subdued, and be obedient. At least in terms of military discipline, they have done a very good job.

Dillon clearly understands that the orcs must have a way to vent their emotions, otherwise the long-term backlog will inevitably rebel, so he has always been strict in military discipline and indulges in people's livelihood.

Dillon looked at the orc leader who was afraid to move on the ground, and said, "You have been dismissed, go home and farm."

"coward."

Dillon looked up and stopped looking at him. "We must retaliate against the elves, and we must have an all-out war..."

Outside the battalion commander, there was a sudden cough.

The orc prophet lifted the curtain and walked in. He glanced at the orc leader whose nose was bruised and swollen on the ground, and his eyes rolled.

Then, the old prophet looked at Dillon: "My best apprentice, it looks like your army needs some equipment upgrades."

"I brought Atoman, maybe you need him now."

Dillon showed a surprised expression, and the master actually came.