The Mythical Races I Created

On Zeit Island, under a towering statue of Feathered Serpent, there are many murlocs offering sacrifices and offering sacrifices here.

I don't know when it started, some people thought that Feathered Serpent God needed blood to be priests, so some murlocs began to cut their wrists and release their blood to water the statue.

The blood was poured for a long time, and the statue became old.

There was an old murloc who had been sitting cross-legged before the statue of the Feathered Serpent one day suddenly, he announced to the murlocs on the island of Zet.

He felt the call of Feathered Serpent God.

He told everyone that sitting cross-legged and meditating are more useful than sacrificing blood.

Also, the old murloc announced that he had seen the Feathered Serpent in meditation and cross-legged sitting, and the Feathered Serpent had bestowed upon them a unique blessing.

When the old murlocs showed everyone that they could revive plants by brushing their rotting roots with their hands, although this ability to heal wounds was not practical, the madman's religious zeal made all the fish on Zet Island. The old murlocs were regarded as prophets.

A new miniature religion has taken shape on this tiny island.

Especially after the accidental death of the murloc king of Zet Island, it became a place where murlocs lived and meditated all day long.

If the elves have come here, they will definitely find that there are some weak druid powers here.

It turned out that the fish people of this island had inadvertently learned weak Druid spells in the process of worshipping the feathered snake for a long time.

And this kind of druid is very different. The power of normal druids comes from nature, and their power comes from the worship of feathered snakes.

Today, the murlocs continue to pray and meditate around the statue.

The old murloc prophet told everyone: "Meditation and penance will allow Feathered Serpent to bless us."

"We must practice ascetic practice every day!"

The fish people pose all kinds of strange poses one by one, and some poses are even very difficult, and they all work hard here.

Suddenly, a murloc let out a loud cry, and then a murloc's scales turned gray, and he stumbled on the ground.

Most of the ascetic murlocs didn't want to stop their penance, but probably because the sound was too loud, they had to look sideways at the murloc.

The murloc fell to the ground.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

"I feel my connection with Feathered Serpent is weakening, why? Why? Some strange force is invading my body!"

His pupils suddenly turned black, a pure black color that did not contain variegated colors at all.

Weird syllables emerged from his mouth.

At some point, two crows appeared on his shoulders, these crows can detect and attack other people's souls.

"Darkness brought me back to life."

The murloc who was panicked just now, after being converted into a wizard race, became extremely cold, and gained all kinds of knowledge in the communication with the dark.

The murloc wizard looked up at the statue, then looked at the people who were sitting cross-legged, and suddenly shook his head and laughed. "I didn't know I was so ridiculous before, we were worshipping a stone."

"Darkness tells me that the true God is in heaven."

"You worship stones and animals!"

In front of the statue, the murloc prophet stood up, and he angrily knocked on the scepter in his hand. The vines on the staff seemed to be alive, climbed to the top of the staff, protruded out like a long dragon, and attacked the murloc wizard.

"You are too presumptuous."

"Being ashamed in front of Feathered Serpent God."

A black crow stood in front of the vines, blocking the attack for the wizard.

The magic power of the murloc wizard comes from the dark power, which is a variant of black magic, so he cannot create new forms of spells. All spells are released through the terminal of dark power, and they are just a branch server of this terminal.

At present, there are only four racial dark magics in the witchcraft race.

death-seeking crow spell,

dark wheel,

dark draw,

Dying spells.

The murloc wizard raised his hand to release the spell, and suddenly he looked up at the sea outside the island. "There is such a powerful magic in this world, and their personal magic is almost comparable to the dark power."

"Good luck to you, goodbye."

The murloc wizard felt the call from the dark sword, and he must immediately go to the dark island to participate in the new wizard race's declaration of war on the unknown.

Outside the island, Sivis had arrived at Zet Island with two elf mages and two elf druids.

"The Senate already knows that it's not natural change, but man-made, that's causing the global temperature rise," Silves said.

"The base of these people is in the Murloc Islands, and our territory in the Murloc Islands is only this Zeit Island."

"We are instructed to come and remove the culprit of the abnormally high temperature, but first, we must not risk joining the mortal race again."

An elf mage said: "I've heard that the murloc druids here are insignificant, but they're special."

"It's okay." Another Druid colleague replied: "In the process of worshiping the Feathered Serpent, they accidentally mastered some Druid power. Originally, if we found out earlier, And teach them the right way."

"But it was a long time before we found out about their behavior."

"During this period of time, they have figured out some Druid ways by themselves. Although they have gone astray, the Senate seems to want to observe what they will develop in the future."

The elf Druid said: "We even found that some of the feathered snakes exceeded the size of the normal race. Perhaps in the offerings of these murlocs, the feathered snakes also got some benefits."

The two elf mages nodded as if they were suddenly enlightened.

They had heard of the core of druids—exchanging the spirits of nature, allowing both parties to grow together.

That is to say, in the act of worship, the fish people of Zet Island unintentionally completed some exchanges of nature spirits with the feathered snakes.

Although extremely inefficient, this new form of Druid makes one want to study it.

Sivis frowned suddenly, and his eyes flashed with blue aura. In the spiritual vision, there was a dark force on the island that was different from the druid's spell brilliance.

Compared with black magic, this power is too pure, and it is not mixed with evil, but it will not be the magic aura emanating from the Druid.

"Let's get to Zeit Island quickly."

Sivis believes that something foreign has invaded the island.

This island is the territory of the Elf Kingdom, who is so ignorant to dare to invade here!

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