The Mythical Races I Created

On the low ground, Dillon, with iron hoofs of fifty thousand troops, quickly broke through the gate of [Corix].

A hammer the size of a city gate was like an Optimus Prime in the sun, and then hula fell down, and the city gate flew forward like a fallen leaf. Dillon did not blink his eyes, and Fenrir, the wolf king, did not even blink. Stopped, the two broke into the streets of Corix City together.

Facing the army of pigmen blocking the road and the [Golden Sword] cast by more than a dozen elven wizards, he threw the hammer out, letting the hammer fall on the street, smashing the foundation, and making the army ahead The ground under his feet shattered and he couldn't stand firm.

And Dillon himself avoided the golden sword.

This moment, towards the front, launching hundreds of golden sword spells, with terrifying power and terrifying killing distance.

The only problem is that the distance between the sword and the sword is too large. If you don't use intensive spell bombing, you can rely on the wolf's high mobility to quickly evade these spells.

At this time, fifty thousand orc cavalry swarmed into the city, and the spirits of the ancestors fell into the army and marched forward with the army.

In the eyes of the shamans, more than ten thousand ancestor spirits walked with them.

The city is too small to hold so many orcs and ancestral spirits.

"Double strengthening."

"Double Acceleration."

"Stoneskin."

"The Curse of Killing."

"Bloodthirsty Art."

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With the effect of many totems, this war-torn army has unparalleled combat effectiveness.

They marched forward with the golden sword magic of the elves. Although many orcs turned their backs on their horses and were completely killed, there were also many orcs rushing into the elves.

An elf instinctively used the [Wind Feather Curse], and the three orcs who approached him were immediately destroyed by the stone skin technique. At the same time, they and the wolves they sat down all blew out of blood, their skin turned black and purple, and fell on the ground. There was no more breath on the ground.

Wind Feather Curse is such a curse, a curse that kills without seeing the wound.

And more orcs swarmed in the distance.

Bows and arrows and battle axes smashed the spell barrier time and time again, breaking the spell barrier.

An arrow passed through the shoulder of an elf.

At the same time, an orange light burst out from the center of Corix City-state. Everyone couldn’t help but look at it. From afar, Dillon, the orc, used a sword made by a beast artisan to penetrate the core of Corix City-state. ——The bottom of the Philosopher’s Stone.

The Philosopher's Stone is full of light, and the endless energy radiance is emitted outwards, which is frightening, but Dillon, who is staring at the Philosopher's Stone, is expressionless.

This man used his own power to contend with the magical power that spread throughout the city.

He twisted the hilt of the sword, the magic stone deviated from its original position, the magic circle connecting the magic stone to the city was destroyed, the powerful energy connection was disconnected, and the huge energy leaked out all of a sudden.

After the connection between the Philosopher’s Stone and the city was lifted, the Philosopher’s Stone became the size of a pebble and was taken into the bag by Dillon, and the city-state spell [lawful seat] enveloping Corix was also destroyed.

Councillors of Corix were no longer protected by city-state spells.

Dillon backhanded and used the orc broadsword to kill the pigmen councilors of Corix.

He raised the blood-stained sword and said: "Me!"

"Won."

Dillon grinned, "Kill all the people who resisted in the city, leaving the children and women, and those who lay down their weapons. Remember! Don't damage the image of God the Father."

Seeing this, the elves had no choice but to retreat.

Now that Corix's Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed and the city council has been slaughtered, the city-state has also been unable to recover.

In the future, they can only re-establish a parliament city in the lowlands.

The elves have too few people to stay here, and they can't be the opponent of fifty thousand orc cavalry.

In the end, these more than a dozen elves used the [Wind Feather Curse] and [Golden Sword] to cut a **** road, fighting with huge consumption of magic power and injuries, and finally left the city without any compatriots.

The orcs were not sure that they could keep them, so they did not choose to catch up, but returned to the city and began to slaughter the pig residents of Corix.

This, a century-old parliament city, went to the torch like this.

After half a day, Dillon ordered his adjutant and guard to choose the spoils.

The adjutant stepped forward and said, "Master Chief, we have once again captured the city of the elves. Of course, this time is a military operation we have planned for a long time, and it will definitely succeed."

"Now Kosiris and Corix, as well as the other four pig cities where the elves are in the lowlands, are in our hands, but there are fifteen cities in the orc territory in the hands of the elves."

Dillon worshipped the image of Father God, then turned around and said, "After learning about our military action against Corix, do the elves support here?"

One of Dillon's guards took the conversation. "Master Chief, Severus originally wanted to support this place, but Silves stopped him, and instead continued to attack the depths of the orc territory, destroying our iron-producing city."

"They even want to march in the direction of the holy city. Of course, there is a prophet. There shouldn't be a big problem."

Dillon gritted his teeth. It seemed that the elves were determined and wanted to exchange losses.

He glanced at Scarface, the guard was a rookie in the orc army.

Scarface is his nickname, because there are many scars on his face, destroying his original appearance, and on his back there is a scar that runs through his back, so he is nicknamed Scarface.

It took 30 years for Scarface to grow from a small soldier in the army to the current chief's personal guard.

Dillon trusted him very much. As for his terrifying appearance, Dillon didn't bother.

You can't judge someone's behavior from their appearance.

Dillon patted Scarface on the shoulder, "Celebrate victory tonight, and then we will counterattack and go back."

"Use our superior mobility to return to orc territory and harass the elven army stationed there."

"Tonight, you can do anything in this city."

Scarface beat his chest with his fist. "Yes."

He raised his head and hesitated, "Master Chief, can you give an order not to let the orc soldiers do anything wrong with the pig women in this city."

Dillon looked at him strangely, did not speak, just left.

Scarface seemed to be very concerned about the orcs doing illegal things to pig women.

But this trivial matter is very boring. Anyone underneath can handle it anyway.

He left alone and came to the Corix Council Hall, which contained the largest image of the Father God.

Dillon sat down in front of the **** father's idol, sitting like a simple and honest farmer, smiling slyly.

"Father God, I did it. I once again captured a city for you. I will dedicate all the victories in this world to you."

"Hey-hey……"

"I wanted to drink a little wine, but I think in front of you, I should not drink."

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be disrespectful to you."

The orc Dillon's eyes were shining. "Although our army has been reduced in number during the war, there will be people who will come in."

"I really like my life like this, Father God."

"During this war, the average physical strength of our orcs has been steadily increasing. Although we have trained to a certain level, it will be more and more difficult to improve."

"Our totems have improved a lot. On average, every orc can use totems to double their power. The effects of other auxiliary totems, stone skin totems, and acceleration totems are several times the previous effects."

"However, the totem that has developed to the current level seems to be about to reach the upper limit, and our speed of progress has gradually become slow."

"Maybe it will stop someday~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but I believe that as long as the war continues, we can still improve."

Dillon looked at his palm. "I really hope that this kind of life can last forever."

"The orcs should live in war. This is our living environment."

Dillon squeezed his fist. His physical strength was almost twice that of fifty years ago, but he had already begun to feel physical strength, and it became more and more difficult to increase.

However, he was lucky enough. The muscle strength of ordinary orcs had already reached the upper limit, but he was still improving.

The most important thing is that he has unearthed the powerful talent of spiritual power blessed by the Father God in the past. This talent allows him to fully use the Tyrannosaurus Rex Totem, the Ancient City Tyrannosaurus Totem, and the White Horse Totem.

After these fifty years of war, the killing totem has increased to a terrifying state, and the ancestral spirits lodged in it even surpassed the two rare levels of the Tyrannosaurus Rex Totem and the Ancient City Tyrannosaurus Totem in terms of power.