The Mythical Races I Created

The orc Dillon looked down at the corpse of Scarface, even if he would rather commit suicide than living to give Dillon any chance of atonement, this was the idea of ​​Scarface.

Dillon stood up, the tingling in his chest was not comparable to the pain in his heart.

He felt that his heart was getting harder and harder every time it beats, and a lot of blood was bleeding out, but there should be a final period of time before his death.

With his strong physique, Dillon moved staggeringly, "War can't solve any problems, war can only bring new problems."

"Scarface, Adjutant, Marlinie, Father God."

Dillon swept through his subordinates and his rebellious men, and his heart gradually became lonely. "Prophet, you are right. I always thought that I was only thinking about how to express my love to God the Father, and forgot to think about what the Father God needed me to do."

"The Father God must be very disappointed with me now."

"The seventy-three years of war only gave the people no livelihood, and war is not everything in this world."

"Now I understand, but it's too late."

"I'm about to die."

Dillon stared at the orc prophet, and a bright red lightning appeared in his hand. The lightning turned into eight heads in the air. The eight-headed serpent swallowed everything here, killed all the betraying ministers, and then attacked the orc prophet.

The fierce souls around the orc prophet automatically counterattack, making 【Eight Scenery Snake Bite】 unable to move forward in the air.

Orc Dillon spit out blood and said, "Even though I am no longer suitable to be the leader of the Orcs, you are not suitable for Prophet."

"Phantom is a betrayal of our tradition."

"You can abandon the people of God the Father without hesitation."

The orc prophet sneered, "Lost the power of faith, it is vulnerable."

With a wave of his hand, a tyrannical evil spirit appeared in the air, with a sharp cry, biting off eight snake heads.

"And, about this, you are also wrong."

"The evil of phantoms has long transcended ethics and morality."

"This is not a betrayal of tradition."

The Orc Prophet chuckled and said, "One thing that Burkeley didn't know is that there is actually another person in the Senate who has been in contact with me. To be honest, creating phantoms is not as simple as imagined."

"If it weren't for his assumption, tell me what a phantom is, I thought the phantom was just a powerful totem spirit."

"But he told me, no!"

The Prophet said: "He told me that the phantom is an absolutely justice thing, the phantom is the patron saint, and the appearance of the phantom will end all disasters."

From the other side of the city wall, a gleaming elf walked gracefully. He was dressed in a simple robe and dressed as a scholar. This person suddenly reduced Dillon's pupils.

"How could it be you?"

Elder Shuben lowered his head, raised his eyebrows, lengthened his nose, and pursed his mouth to show an expression of astonishment. "Why can't it be me?"

"Phantoms are things of nothingness, and I have always been an expert in the study of nothingness. Didn't you create the first phantoms? I originally thought that the person who created the first phantoms could understand a little better, and could know more. But it seems that you don’t know anything."

"How do people who don't know anything create phantoms?"

The orc prophet looked at Dillon, "Yes, Dillon created the first phantom, so I did not create the phantom."

"Obviously creating the magical demon, it is you who betrayed the tradition, Dillon."

The orc prophet looked at Shuben, "Elder Shuben, please explain what the phantom is. I don't understand those terms, only you can understand."

Shuben nodded, cleared his throat, and said to all the orcs present, "I've been waiting for you to ask me this."

"Let me tell you something that refreshes your worldview."

"Even in the elves, there are very few people who understand it, so you are honored."

"Next, I want to talk about the subject of studying the nature of the world."

A group of orcs looked at him stupidly, with a sense of talking to the cow. The orc prophet had already concentrated on manipulating [Red Death].

In other words, in fact, the orc prophet himself had not fully understood the worldview that Schopenh told him.

But Schopenh said enthusiastically: "First of all, you have to understand that something like a phantom is completely different from ours. If you understand all this, you can explain what a phantom is."

"First of all, I want to make the following definitions. 1. Representation. 2. Nature. 3. Existence."

"..."

"To understand these three concepts, we must first understand the real world and the false world. The world we are now in is the false world, which is meaningless. The false world is a projection of the real world. Then everything is Phenomenon, God the Father is the root of all phenomena, so he exists."

"Then because of the division of the false world and the real world, the phenomenon in the false world is the appearance, and the phenomenon in the real world is the original image."

The orcs on the wall have become more blinded, they don't know what situation they are in.

Is it to put down the weapon, or to take up the weapon?

Schopenh didn't notice it at all, and everyone didn't keep up with his thinking speed. "Every time a magical demon appears when some kind of disaster occurs."

"I think disaster occurs when the appearance is higher than the original appearance. In other words, when the phenomenon swallows the phenomenon in the world we live in, and the phenomenon decreases or increases, the disaster occurs."

Schopenh said excitedly: "At this moment, phantoms appeared. Do you think phantoms are evil to kill in this false world? But I think phantoms are something that only has the original image, so they are in this world. The characteristic is if there is nothing, if it is true or not."

"The appearance of the magical demon makes the appearance of this world weaker than the real world again, and the disaster is over."

Looking at the orcs who were all silly listening, Schopenh concluded: "I think that when a war occurs, it is when the original appearance is lower than the appearance."

"The phantom has only the original image, no appearance, so the phantom is self-contained. Although it is not a god, it is not an extraordinary thing."

"The power of phantoms lies in the fact that they are half a person higher than the life forms of all orcs and ordinary elves."

"So the phantom will gradually make the original image higher than the appearance, so the war will end. Then, do you understand?"

"Well, I think it's very simple. I have omitted the proof process and will tell you the result directly."

The audience was silent.

The brains of the orcs were buzzing.

This…

I feel I understand, but I don’t.

Dillon took a deep breath, "I think you are a lunatic."

"You got into the horns."

He passed Schopenh and looked at the orc prophet. "So, you just listened to the crazy words of this lunatic?"

The orc prophet coughed, but in fact he didn't understand, only the part about the magical demon.

He was still unable to convince himself and said to everyone that what Schopenh said was right. He coughed and said, "Although I did not fully understand what Mr. Schopenh said, I was inspired by it and successfully created a magical magic."

"Maybe it's a mistake, but it works."

"It's okay Dillon, so let me tell you briefly. After you die, I will give the orcs a new life. This is my promise to all the orcs in the world. We will get rid of the war, usher in the future, and as the orcs. As the leader, I will no longer allow the phantoms to harm the people of God the Father, and will fully control the phantoms."

"Because you are in a different position and do different things."

"Dillon, goodbye."

When the orc prophet waved his hand, many orc shamans appeared behind Dillon. Dillon then realized that the orc prophet wanted a speech from Shuben just to delay time.

The orc prophet was informing his subordinates, waiting for their support.

On the wall, Dillon glanced deeply at the orc prophet. "You win, I'll go."

The orc prophet happily watched Dillon slay down the city wall. His men were less and less, and his injuries were getting more and more serious. He fell down the city wall in embarrassment and landed on the ground. In the pursuit of the shaman, he found A horned dragon, sitting on a horned dragon, fled in embarrassment.

"I can catch him and kill him." Shuben came over and said. "Life is meaningless, I hope Dillon can understand this."

The orc prophet looked at the departing disciple with a trance. UU reading www.uukānshu.com still remembered the scene when he first met Dillon. At that time, how did they think that they would fight each other today.

"No, old friend."

"The heart was stabbed, and he is not far from death."

"The most important thing is... I am sure this is the last time I have seen him. He will never come back. Because his heart is dead, even if the orcs still want him to lead, Dillon himself will not lead again. The Orcs."

The orc prophet looked at Schopen. "Old friend, thank you."

Shuben shook his head and looked at the two phantoms in the sky. "It was you who helped me prove that at least my theory of phantoms is correct. The phantoms really don't have the phenomenal part of this world, there is only one other thing."

"I call it the primordial phenomenon, but it may be something else. In short, as long as I help you subdue the whale demon, my theory will be proven again, and only after the two proofs will I know if it was a mistake."

The orc prophet nodded sincerely. "Old friend, I can't do anything without you."