The Mythical Races I Created

The orc prophet walked on the city wall, reading the handwritten letter from Pericles to him, and asked the prophet in the letter. Since the prophet said that he was ready to become the king of the orcs, how should the prophet get rid of the orc Dillon.

The orc prophet overlooked the refugees who wanted to enter the city below. The guards blocked all the refugees out of the city and told them that this city is to protect the holy ground wooden cup and the peach forest. All totem wood needs to be made of peach trees. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to open the city and let them in.

Among the refugees are pigs and orcs.

An orc yelled: "We are all starving to death. Tell me what's the use of this, let me in, or I will beat you."

At that time, a Shaman guarding the city walked over. He just stretched out his hand, and something invisible fell on the orc. The orc's eyes turned white, and his mouth was muttering about anyone. Unintelligible nouns, and then keep stepping back.

Until a certain distance, the beast regained his sanity, but was panting, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at the crowd.

The Wan Ling Shaman exclaimed: "The holy city has its standpoint."

"We are responsible for guarding the peach grove, the foundation of the orcs. You should ask Chief Dillon to take you in and give you food."

"Instead of running to us."

"It is our Chief Chief who has caused all this now. The war that lasted for fifty-two years has caused everyone to suffer. But what have we gained? The war goal of the elves has always been to make Chief Chief change their policies. , As long as the Chief Chief is willing to make peace, we...can go back to the days before."

The refugees got excited, they cursed Dillon.

"Dillon is really the number one scourge among us, why should we fight!"

"Damn Dillon, why wouldn't it be him who starved to death?"

"Go to hell, Dillon."

"Dillon was just a slave to the elves before. How can a slave rule us!"

They couldn't enter the city anyway. After a stalemate for a few days, they would naturally wander elsewhere.

The Prophet leaned on the city wall, curled his mouth, looked up at the sky. In his opinion, these people were like grass and mustards. They would spread rumors about Dillon to the entire orc territory. This has been happening for the past fifty years. matter.

These vacillating people, they will abandon Dillon and choose themselves, but they will choose to abandon them.

Because they are not worth helping.

He is completely different from Dillon.

My apprentice, I'm worthy of you, Master.

Anyway, you are me, the best disciple.

The Prophet left the city wall. As he walked, he thought to himself how to reply to the Senate. When he returned to the interior of the city, he wrote on the paper: "I thank the elves for their technical and resource support. My own engineers have formed their own design style. Under my governance, the city is thriving. The rough and wild architectural style, although different from the delicate and elegant buildings of the elves, also represents the orcs’ own successful aesthetic. "

"Facts have proven that I will be a qualified leader."

"Now, with his military victory, the legendary chief Dillon has reached the apex of his personal power. He seems to have grown to a point where no one can defeat him. This towering sword can no longer be recovered. Sheath. His personal prestige in the army is as invincible as his strength, but his territory has completely abandoned him."

"I have already spread the fact that Dillon has led us to disorder, and many people here now hope that he can leave the orc's territory."

The Orc Prophet dipped a quill pen in ink, thought for a while, and continued to write: "I will let my friends in the military continue to pay attention to the orc Dillon’s course of action. When he conducts major military activities, my Friends will give me his route, and then I will give it to you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let the Senate give an order to send General Severus, General Sevier, General Dylan, and bring a thousand more Elf, this will give Dillon no more strategic room for turning back, and perhaps defeat him and let him discover his huge mistake."

"If he fails, it's not because he is not strong enough, on the contrary, it is the result of the joint manipulation of my head of state and you."

"Because he would have been invincible without the secret manipulation of you and me."

When the orc prophet wrote this, a vision suddenly appeared in his mind, which made him very excited.

He thought in his mind that two giant hands, extending from the north of the plateau and the west of the lowland coast, to the stalemate of the battlefield at the same time, he and Pericles jointly control the development and destiny of this era, and their common enemy will It's Dillon.

This kind of illusion made the orc prophet feel very useful.

If the former slave can achieve this level, then his past slave life will not be a blemish in the eyes of the world, but will be a shining spot on the contrary.