The Mythical Races I Created

　　 The murloc prince was chased all the way, and the tail of the fish behind him was chopped off by a murloc soldier with a knife and a knife. The soldier was still a member of the island city-state of Zet.

　　 In the face of his own betrayal and injury, the murloc prince aloft scrambled forward and screamed.

　　 "Catch him. If he doesn't die, we will die."

　　 "As long as we catch him and dedicate it to His Majesty the King of the Isle of Skye, we will be able to survive, and we will be able to obtain honor and status."

　　Zet, some old fried dough veterans stared at the Murloc Prince.

　　 These old fried dough sticks were in the army before, and they had no loyalty.

　　 Now that the situation has reversed, they have betrayed the city-state without any hesitation.

　　 They greedily surrounded the murloc prince, and wanted to capture him and dedicated him to the king of the island to end the war.

　　 The murloc prince looked at them desperately.

　　 "I can give you money, as long as you can guard me from here, I will give you many treasures."

　　The old fritters didn't believe this at all, they raised their swords and rushed towards him.

　　 At this moment, a dark blue electric current suddenly flowed in the surrounding air. The electric current flicked around a few times like a snake, and then the electric current passed through all the soldiers near the Murloc Prince.

　　 Just this time, I saw dozens of old fritters murlocs directly turned into cooked fish, and the meat was completely old.

　　 The murloc prince stood there, staring around blankly.

　　 He was full of horror, because why suddenly all these murlocs who surrounded him died?

　　 What happened just now?

　　 He felt a strong grip grabbing his back, and then the murloc prince screamed and was swallowed by a cloud of mist. The next moment, his eyes went dark, and he even left the battlefield and appeared on the deck of the keel fishing boat.

　　 A bunch of strange existences are looming in the mist.

　　 "Where is this!"

　　 The murloc prince screamed. "who are you!"

　　 He looked up, and at first glance was the green-skinned beasts, screaming: "Green Demon God! You are all Green Demon God!"

　　 "What do you want to do, let me get out of here."

　　 Captain Joseph snorted coldly, stepped forward, his eyes were cold, "You keep me quiet. If you make such a big noise, I will throw you off the boat and let you go back to the battlefield."

　　 The civet simultaneously translated Joseph's meaning, and also imitated the orc's tone, imitating it vividly.

　　 The murloc prince was trembling with fear, and he dared not make a sound anymore.

　　 And he discovered that in this ship, all the fishmen fighting on the battlefield ignored the ship, as if they couldn't see anyone on the ship.

　　 Think of it before, he found this ship, and no one was seen on this ship.

　　 This weird thing made the Murloc Prince horrified inexplicably, and fell into fear of the unknown.

　　 Are these existences in front of them the owner of this ship that uses gold and silver as scraps? !

　　 must be.

　　 How could he be so stupid, dare to take these existing ships!

　　 Bashir came over, just glanced at him, and all the wounds on the Murloc Prince's body healed automatically. Although the dock did not grow back, the bleeding and pain had stopped.

　　In fact, Bashir can already cast the advanced druid spell [Wild Growth], which can regenerate the severed limbs.

　　 But this is not necessary.

　　 After all, if you can save a little mana if you are on someone else's land now, you can save a little.

　　 The murloc prince has never seen such a beautiful creature. They are shimmering and shrouded in majesty and mystery.

　　 In front of these existences, everything loses its color.

　　 They just took a look, and all his injuries healed. Isn’t this more reliable than the gods on the island?

　　 In the head of the murloc prince, a thought flashed through. In front of these existences, he was ashamed of himself, so he fell down and worshiped.

"God!"

Gu　　The civet walked gracefully, showing a look of surprise.

　　 It thought for a while, and slyly automatically replaced the vocabulary corresponding to God in the murloc language with the king in fine English.

　　 Although this translation is inaccurate, as a kind translator, it automatically changes the meaning of the murloc.

　　 The elves heard the phrase "king" and looked at each other a few times.

　　 But I didn't pay much attention to this.

　　 Of course, if they knew the true meaning of the murloc, they would be extremely angry.

　　 Bashir walked to the front of the Murloc Prince. "We saved you from the battlefield."

　　 "A strange murloc."

　　 The cat simultaneously translated Bashir's words.

　　 The murloc prince knelt on the ground and bowed his head to thank Bashir, Captain Joseph and others.

Bashir said: "Stranger murlocs, we are from a distant country. Your men attacked my friend’s fleet. My friends wanted to ask you for an explanation. But they didn’t expect us to arrive on your island. In the future, you will see your country collapse."

　　 The murloc prince lowered his head, shivering.

　　 "But we might be able to talk, if... we and the orcs restore the country for you, whether you can be loyal to the orcs and us at the same time."

　　 Bashir looked at Captain Joseph, and Captain Joseph nodded.

　　 In the beginning, the purpose of the orcs was only to find the coordinates and information of the Murloc Islands, but after they saw the orc mercenaries here, their purpose changed.

　　 The orc sailors are eager to know why there are orc mercenaries here.

　　 For this reason, they also want to find a foothold here, so it is a good choice to support the regime of a puppet murloc king.

　　 And, if they really do this, when they return to the orc kingdom, they will undoubtedly become the heroes of the entire kingdom!

　　 The murloc prince heard the civet say that these gods are going to help him restore his country, and hope appeared in his eyes, who was in extreme sorrow and despair.

　　 The murloc prince immediately lay on the ground and said to the civet: "I am willing to serve the **** and the green devil forever."

　　 The civet's eyes rolled around, and he turned around without any pressure and said to Bashir: "This murloc said that he would always be loyal to the Elf King and the Orc King."

　　 Bashir nodded and smiled a little.

　　 The orc sailors all disdain, they think this murloc is too weak to be loyal to them.

Bashir said to the murloc prince: "If we help you restore your country, you must believe in [the spirit of creation] and overthrow all false beliefs on your island. Your country must always be loyal to the elves and orcs, otherwise it will be instant. In time, we will wipe you out."

　　 Civet "translated" Bashir's words faithfully.

　　 has reached this point, as a translation cat of ‘kindness’.

It directly translates the spirit of creation into the **** of the gods, then the elves are the secondary gods, and the status of the orcs is somewhere in between. The civet translates the orcs into the evil gods in the murloc language. Meaning, this term also often refers to powerful enemies~www.wuxiaspot.com~Because the gods in the murloc language are rooted in powerful enemies, civets estimate that they count all the alien creatures that have defeated them as their gods. Up.

　　 The murloc prince immediately agreed.

　　He is grateful and has a kind of ecstasy of being saved. The murloc prince asked Bashir to give him a new name, asking God to give him a glorious name.

　　 Bashir thought for a while, and gave him an elf name.

　　 "Just call... Di Mistocle."

　　 Bashir looked at Captain Joseph. "I will ask you to attack the enemy's main army, break up their formation and destroy their aura, we will support you with magic techniques."

　　 "If you can, I hope you can persuade those orc mercenaries to join us."

　　 "Mistokeli, you will wait for my instructions. When I order you to disembark, you will disembark, gather your remaining troops, and counterattack the enemy."

　　 The murloc prince was a little unaccustomed to the name Mistocki, he was stunned, and then he reacted and kowtowed his head to show his obedience.

　　Mistockley~

　　 The murloc prince repeatedly chanted the name in his heart. His heart was filled with fiery heat. With the help of these gods, he...maybe he could rejuvenate Zet Island! !

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