The Mythical Races I Created

Merlin Pan Yang searched around and found an orc standing in the corner. This orc seemed to have a big mouth and was easy to talk.

He called the orc to him, and Merlin rolled his eyes, pretending to be thinking and asking, "Where did that solar boat come from?"

The orc scratched his head. "I do not know."

"..." Merlin was speechless, "How can you not know this, this ship is so splendid, it will definitely attract everyone's attention when it enters the harbor..."

"That's right... that's right," the orc soldier said. "Everyone saw the ship when it entered the coast."

"We thought it was the sun setting, but when we looked up, the sun was still in the sky."

Merlin Panyang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had called a cunning orc, who knew that he was thinking too much and thought too much.

This is just a stupid big guy.

He said he didn't know, but he really didn't know.

But not knowing is not important, and it is not troublesome to be stupid enough to see the situation clearly, just help him to extract useful information.

Merlin laughed. "So, have you only ever seen a solar boat sail into your bay once?"

"Once? No, it's twice." The orc soldiers didn't have much thought, and said whatever they asked. "Ninety-five years ago when we first sailed into the bay."

"The elves of the Stigmata Island entered our harbor and brought an artificial sun."

"They also said that if the artificial sun is damaged, we can ask them to repair it. I heard from the shamans and the others that it seems that this thing is not easy to damage."

"The date of damage is to be calculated in hundreds of years."

Merlin Pan Yang finally figured out the source of this thing.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that it was necessary to take the opportunity to explore the specific data of this solar ship at the birthday banquet of the orc prophet.

Although the administrative efficiency of the orc kingdom is much higher than that of the pirate kingdom, for Merlin, sometimes a simple bribe can do things that would otherwise require the death of a legion.

Under the leadership of the messenger, Merlin finally entered the orc prophet's birthday party.

Strings of meat were placed in every corner of the banquet at no cost. After years of development, the tableware of the Orc Kingdom has also changed from the original hand and casual weapons to a special knife to cut those particularly large ones. Chunks of meat, fragrant grilled meat with prajna salt in the mouth, fragrant and delicious.

There were singing and dancing during the banquet, and the generals of the Orc Kingdom also treated Pan Yang with more courtesy.

During the birthday banquet, Merlin walked out. He spent some time bribing an orc general, and the orc general took him to the corner.

In the corner, the orc general said in a low voice: "The artificial sun cannot be activated, because the movement is too great. As long as you have seen it once, you will know that it is not an ornament!"

"Every inch of energy in it is very terrifying. Once it is activated, it can destroy a hundred or two hundred ships in a very short period of time, and the white-gold flames are all over the whole ship."

Merlin's pupils shrank.

Is this the general's exaggeration?

No, it shouldn't be.

The ship with the artificial sun is probably comparable to the Neptune.

Merlin gave him a fist-sized Dongzhu and asked in a low voice, "Is there any flaw?"

"Flaws?" The orc general was thoughtful, and provocation crossed his eyes. "The only flaw is that it is too powerful and too conspicuous."

With that said, he actually left and returned to the banquet.