The Mythical Races I Created

In the second half of the night, the orc army retreated like a tide.

Dillon took his seriously injured adjutant and quickly left the battlefield and returned to [Cassilins] occupied by the orcs.

[Cocillins] The gates of the city are wide open.

"Go into the city and count our losses."

Dillon gritted his teeth, he looked at his guard knife scarface, "I will give you the command for the time being."

"Take out the Silmarillion from the warehouse. The elves will probably catch up and attack our city."

Scarface hesitated, "Master Chief, we didn't grab the food we expected. Then, should we continue our shipbuilding plan?"

"Go on. This time you can't get it, then the next time." Dillon waved his hand casually. "Let's talk about what's in front of you first. The top priority is to prevent the elves from catching up."

"This time our loss is huge."

"However, Severus, Silves, and Dylan are not injured, and they shouldn't make much movement for the time being."

"I'll leave it to you first." Dillon mounted his own wolf king Fenrir, took the adjutant, and went all the way to the pigman witch doctor's location, asking the witch doctor to treat the orc adjutant.

The witch doctors surrounded the orc adjutant in fear, quickly cleaned up his wounds and applied herbs.

The orc Dillon silently watched the witch doctors treating his adjutant.

The orc adjutant is the oldest person who followed him. Soon after he rebelled against the elf kingdom, he came to him and fought with him until now.

"Marlinie, I suddenly feel so lonely." Dillon walked out of the alley quietly, "Familiar people are leaving me one by one, and you are missing."

"I thought I only needed war. It seems that I might have misunderstood myself."

The adjutant was seriously injured this time, and he might die right away, and part of the orc army suddenly rebelled against him, which made Dillon's head buzzing in disbelief.

What did you do wrong?

He walked in the alleyway, recalling the memories of these years.

The self-motivated self in the past is in sharp contrast with the self-wounded self now.

Why is this happening?

Dillon leaned on the wall of the tunnel, his ears moved. "Who?"

Six orcs in black cloth came out from the depths of the tunnel.

They were enveloped in cloud energy, and their every move was filled with tyrannical spiritual power.

An orc with a black cloth on his head said: "Chief Dillon, we followed you all the way. We didn't dare to come out until you came to the depths of this city, away from your army."

Another orc with a black cloth on his head said: "We are the future of the orcs, and are the only guidance that God the Father bestows on the orcs."

"You don't need to know who we are, because we are the orcs against you."

The third orc covered in black cloth said: "Your mental power has begun to decline. Therefore, we are coming at the pace of destiny."

The fourth orc said: "We came here to pass you a knife and let you leave the knife of history."

The fifth orc said: "Your battles with elves and vengeful druids have consumed too much of your power. Your unnecessary care for things prevents you from noticing that we are approaching you."

"Emotions are really a weapon for people to fail."

The sixth orc said: "Our six brothers have one heart and one heart."

After these six orcs had finished speaking, the air suddenly became cold, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the alleys in the night seemed to become darker, without the slightest light, and the whole soul body was with a red shimmering soul body. The black pressure struck Dillon, and even a layer of frost was condensed on the ground.

Dillon moved his hind legs quickly, he blew a whistle, and Fenrir, the wolf king, ran towards this side.

"Ahhh~"

Fenrir did not run a few steps before letting out a whimper, and then Fenrir turned around in circles with a ferocious face.

Dillon turned his head and looked over, and saw an evil reddish soul that had entered Fenrir's body and attacked Fenrir's soul, causing Fenrir to fall into meaningless actions.

"There are even strong men like you among the orcs." Dillon struggled to dodge amidst the attack of the fierce soul. "Where are you from?"

The All Souls Shamans said: "We are the resentment of the orcs who were entrapped by your war."

"We are looking for you."

Inside the lane, it was darker and colder.

The light on the tails of the evil spirits was shining cold red, and the air was like a poignant ink painting.

The orc Dillon was deeply in the anger and frustration of being betrayed by others.

Whose people are these orcs?

Wouldn't it be... Orc Prophet's?

No!

He and the orc prophet started together in Hanwei. From the beginning, with nothing and nothing, he created the country that belongs to the orcs.

My master has no reason to betray him.

Who is betraying himself, who is dissatisfied, did not say it face to face, but played tricks behind his back.

Dillon the orc was burning with anger. Taking advantage of the moment when he was uneasy because of his anger, a group of fierce souls seized this opportunity and got into the body of the orc Dillon one by one.

Dillon stood blankly in the lane.

The six Wan Ling shamans looked happy. "That's it, evil spirits can capture the emotions of any living body. As long as there are negative emotions, it is easier to enter this person's body. The evil spirits follow his anger, enter his heart, and kill him."

"Unexpectedly, he was so weak."

Dillon raised his head and yelled. He wanted to attack those people, but his two arms didn't listen to his command at all, waving wildly in the air.

He was particularly angry, and because of this anger, he felt his loneliness and weakness more and more, and because of this loneliness and weakness, he became more and more angry.

When the two are multiplied, a vicious circle.

Dillon fell to the ground, making strange screams and rolling on the ground, acting absurdly and looking embarrassed and funny.

Dillon clutched his head and slapped his head vigorously. "Get out, get out!"

A spirit shaman looked at him pityingly, "A generation of chieftains has fallen to such a point."

"We can drive him crazy." Another Wanling shaman said: "His soul power is too strong. All our ferocious souls have entered his soul, but it may not be able to destroy him. , But it’s not bad to wear his soul to a certain level, turn him into a lunatic, and then manipulate his body to make him our puppet."

"Okay, just do it."

The six all-spirit shamans spoke in unison.

These six orcs are all brothers, and it is precisely because the six people are almost connected to each other, their soul power can support each other, and they can even more exert the power of the all-spirit shaman.

This is also a killer skill that the prophet has cultivated over fifty years.

Dillon knelt on the ground, clutching his head vigorously, the ferocious soul wore his mental power and destroyed his soul.

He could feel that death was getting closer and closer to him.

In the alleyway, Dillon opened one eye embarrassedly, "No..."

His hand stretched to the sky. "Marlinie..."

A scene flashed through his mind.

It was the figure of Marlinie next to the creek wearing a checkered midi skirt. The mournful look in her eyes before parting pierced her heart.

"Marlinie!"

"I want to see you again."

"I want to tell you that I dare not say it that day, I want to say, please don't go!"

Dillon opened the other eye. There were no more emotions such as injury or anger, but calmness. He knew that if he wanted to see Marlinie, he had to live.

He understood this.

Dillon struggled to stand up and looked at the six spirit shamans in front of him, all of which were backing away.

"This... he actually withstood the power of a fierce soul!"

"he……"

"you……"

Dillon looked at these six people coldly, the red lightning in his hand turned into six wolf heads, struck over, and bit the body of the six people. The six spirit shamans suddenly knelt on the ground and wailed in pain.

"Mental attacks are not only used by you."

The spirit lightning of the ancient city tyrannosaurus, its attack is more direct, although it has no effect of manipulating people, it is the most direct attack on the soul.

Dillon took one step and two steps forward, "From the ancestral spirits you manipulated, I heard an uncomfortable feeling. What is going on, have you wiped out the sanity of those ancestral spirits?"

"What exactly are you using?"

"Quickly tell everything you know~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Let the soul body you manipulate get out of my body, otherwise I want you to die without a place to be buried!"

Those six phantom shamans, in extreme pain, suddenly took out something, and the rich life energy made Dillon pause.

Dillon discovered that this was a branch of an ancient war tree, and he had seen this kind of thing on the battlefield.

"This...this is the breath of Marlinie."

"Why...why did the branches of Marlinie's mana appear here?"

"Yes...Beli Creek, without his instruction, how could you get such a good thing? He gave the branch to your master..."

"But Marlinie, do you know this branch is used to deal with me?"

"Bally Creek, you are so mean!"

In front of Dillon's eyes, the sky was fascinating, and his worldview was about to collapse, and the mental power that had finally gathered together began to show signs of dissipating again.