The Mythical Races I Created

In the next time, the orcs are stepping up to update their armaments and weapons, setting up orc chariots, and totems for death, while the elven kingdom is celebrating the festival of surrender, and at the same time, the elven army is quietly in this joyful festival. Set up in lowland towns.

When the residents of Cocillins celebrated with wine, potato cakes, and dried fish, no one noticed that groups of high elves, neatly dressed and well-dressed, entered the city and stationed in the city.

[Detecting Evil] barriers are scattered all around [Curcillins]. The magical array with light blue halo emits light in the day and night, making [Curcillins] shrouded in dreamlike light. The dream city in the middle.

Elves stand guard every day, and every day the [Golden Sword] and [Wind Feather Curse] spells are prepared. As long as the enemy orc troops appear, they will immediately attack and destroy them.

[Crick] In the fortress, Dylan had a dark face and ordered the Pigman Engineering Troops to repair the walls of the entire steel fortress. On this joyous festival, he walked alone on the highest observation tower in the city.

Dylan looked at the tower, very angry.

He didn't let Chief Dillon's hammer be taken from the top of the tower.

Because he wanted to take this [Creek Hammer] as a shame and spur to all the residents of the Creek city-state.

When he heard someone approaching, he turned his head and looked over, but saw a shadow flashing in the alleyway in the distance.

"Who is there!"

So sneaky, is it a spy?

He raised his hand, it was 【Weed Bound】.

The spreading weeds grew wildly, trying to catch the creatures that suddenly appeared in that lane, but heard a cry like the intersection of sharp blades. Then, all the weeds in those lanes were cut off, and some kind of animal was fast in the lane. Move and disappear quickly.

When Dylan arrived, the creature was gone.

He squatted down and observed the neat breaks in the weeds. "Just now I saw it seemed to use its wings as a knife to cut the weeds made by my spells. This guy should not be an orc, but a certain kind of creature."

"But I know all the creatures on the plateau. Those who can interrupt my spells must be fantasy creatures with high intelligence."

"What is it?"

Dylan stood up and looked at the sky of Crick, failing to protect the fortress for the kingdom, making him feel confused.

"In the near future, the city barrier must be supported."

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On the Elf Plateau, from the Three Cities Alliance to the capital Persepolis, and then to Marshal on the edge of the northern border, every city-state is celebrating the festival at this moment, and only the high-level elves are working hard.

Due to the call of Seves by the Senate, Seves had to go from [Noxanos] to [Persepolis]. However, he seemed to expect that the Senate would embarrass him, so he was delaying time. Not so happy to come directly to the Senate.

When Silves led the troops through the jungle, he suddenly noticed that something was following them.

Silves turned and glanced, but saw some kind of winged creature passing by.

"Who!"

"The troops are on alert."

Silves backhand casts the [Wind Feather Curse]. Tens of thousands of invisible small blades form this spell. When he casts this spell, even the wind becomes a weapon of murder, for the same target, There were tens of thousands of attacks.

These small sharp blades make up the wind, not so much the number of attacks, as the concentration of attacks.

So, you can even say that it is a poison.

This is the magic of adding the principle of [Sharpening].

The Wind Feather Curse attacked the surrounding trees, and the trees and leaves rustled in the woods, and a shadow quickly left here with the crowing. This shadow slid across the woodland and left in the opposite direction.

Silves looked in that direction, puzzled. "It doesn't look like feathered snakes, orcs, or elves. It can fly, nor can it be terrestrial creatures such as devil lizards, wolves, and giant Tyrannosaurus rex."

"what is that?"

An elf from the Three Cities Alliance said: "We only had time to see its back. It flew so fast, as if a golden shadow jumped past our eyes, not even the Wind Feather Curse. Its speed."

One of the spirits sighed: "This creature has its own king's spirit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ mighty and unusual."

Silves shook his head. "Let's go to Persepolis first."

In the elven capital, Persepolis.

Wendini was feeding her piranha, but in the woods behind the wooden house, she caught a glimpse of a beast with golden wings. The creature's eyes were sharp and scary.

So, Wendini immediately took a step back.

She was stunned by the look.

The creature shook its head, as if it felt that it had found the wrong elves. The elves did not suit its taste, and fluttered its wings and left here.

Today, the entire Elf Plateau seems to have some mysterious visitors and many magical friends.

They spy on the elves in secret, looking for elves that fit their tastes.

For those elves who do not fit their tastes, or simply not elves, they leave directly and refuse to reveal their faces.

It seems that only elves that fit their tastes can see their true colors.