The Mythical Races I Created

　　 One after another magnificent buildings have emerged from nothing, and the forest is full of high elves and beliefs in the spirit of creation [Father God].

The wooden houses on the trees of the elves are usually purple-red, but since Augustus conquered the South Coast and obtained gold and silver, he put gold, silver and other utensils on some of the buildings involving the king’s property to make the wooden house become Golden light is brilliant.

　　 Behind these gorgeous buildings is the enslaved pig race.

Under the building of the Father God, a group of thin pigs wearing worn-out linen cloth tightly tightened part of the statue of the **** with hemp rope, and then they used the hemp rope with their bodies to make the golden **** statue stand up with the help of a wooden pulley mechanism. .

　　 Under the sun, the golden idols were shining brightly, like the brilliance of the sun descending in the forest.

　　 King Augustus is overjoyed. "My fellow citizens, look, God the Father will always look after us."

　　 "What an honor is this for us."

　　 "Maiev, look at it soon."

　　 He looked at Maiev, his wife, and the rest of the elven generals. Every high elves showed longing and sincere respect under the idol.

　　 Then, the high elves all knelt in front of the idol, praising God the Father loudly.

　　 After this, the high elves forced the pigs to kneel and worship the Father with their backs to the god.

　　 This is because the pigman cannot be compared with the elves.

　　 They are not worthy to bow down in front of the idol.

　　 Even if they believe in the spirit of creation, the **** fathers of the elves.

　　 Diana sat in the corner, quietly looking at the huge golden idol.

　　Sometimes, she wondered, does God the Father really need such a big golden statue?

　　Anything in the mortal world is so insignificant compared to the Father God.

　　 She left the palace when the generals of the high elves were celebrating. When she walked through the forest carelessly, she noticed that a group of pigmen were enjoying the cool under a tent made of dinosaur skins.

　　 These pigmen are relatively well-dressed, and there are not many traces of whipping on their skin. They are the overseers who replace the high elves to manage the pigmen race.

　　 The Pig Prophet is also here.

　　 But he is old.

　　 Because 50 years have passed since the pig tribe was destroyed.

　　 The Pig Prophet and the rest of the Pig Overseers saw Diana approaching, and they knelt down to salute.

　　 The small eyes of a pigman overseer were full of excitement, he wanted to make a face in front of the Elf.

　　 He seized the opportunity and said: "Dear Diana, do you need a pigman coachman to transport you?"

　　 He grabbed the two skinny pigmen outside the tent, waved his whip, and whipped them. "These two pigs are healthy and skilled, and they will surely be able to drive you a good car."

　　 Diana frowned at this brutal behavior.

　　 In fact, the high elves can't beat the pigs. Except that the pigs were too enslaved for the first 20 years, in the following 30 years, the high elves appeared a lot of thoughts to treat pigs kindly.

　　 However, the pig people’s own management seems to be more concerned about the high elves’ rule over the pigs than the high elves themselves.

　　Because they rely on high elves, they can be superior among the same clan.

　　 They are also the most brutal group of people of the same race.

　　 Many tortures were developed in this way.

　　 Diana shook her head in disgust. "I am not going to stay away from here."

　　 "What is on your table?"

　　 There is a rough rust-red sharp blade on the table top.

　　 The prophet held this sharp blade in his hand, and his skin was cut by the iron. "Respected Master Elf, this is ironware. Master Elf can do things that we can't do with magic, but we can't mine with stones."

　　 "So, I asked Master Pericles to build something for us to dig out mineral veins. Master Pericles told me that it was iron, excavated from the rocks in the ground."

　　 Diana's eyes lit up.

　　 "It turned out to be a masterpiece of Pericles. His brain has always been very clever, but he didn't deal with Augustus, so he didn't become a general of the elves."

　　 "Speaking of which, I haven't visited him for a long time."

　　 Diana left here, and the eyes of the Orc Prophet watching her leaving suddenly burst into deep hatred.

　　He will never forget what the high elves did to the pigmen 50 years ago!

　　 Even if the prophet is surrounded by a group of ungrateful and shameless pigmen!

　　 Diana came to Berwicke’s home.

　　Bally Creek was actually treating a little pig man for a bruise on his arm.

　　 "You are so loving," Diana said sincerely.

　　 is completely different from the increasingly arrogant King Augustus.

　　Beli Creek smiled when seeing Diana. "If other elves see this scene, they might even report me to Augustus. I am not clear about the pigman race, but, you, I trust you."

　　 "It's a great honor."

　　Berikle gently bandaged the piglet servant's arm. "Don't let the wound touch water these days."

　　 The little pig man lowered his head shyly, his eyes rolling around his eye sockets. "Yes...Yes...Master..."

　　Berry Creek stood up and poured a glass of water for Diana. "Pigmen are different from us. They seem to die of old age and illness. It is a very interesting social phenomenon. As long as they get a little bit of injury, they may die from wound infection."

　　 "Surprisingly fragile."

　　 "I thank these poor little things, they will die easily. Their lives are as short as they are floating."

　　 "But I found that applying cooked willow leaves to their wounds seems to reduce the possibility of infection."

　　Berry Creek said: "I call this herbalism."

　　 Diana smiled, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com didn't take such useless things to heart, after all, elves never get sick.

　　 "Go out for a walk with me. It's always boring to stay at home."

　　Berry Creek shook his head. "You know, I'm not interested."

　　...

　　Space, Shen Fanyu has watched TV shows for more than 800 years, and his interest is growing.

　　 The divine power turned into a system to remind him,’Your brilliant divine power +10, your faith power—1000. ‘

　　 "Hey, what's going on? Oh, that's it."

　　 "The ten thousand idols built by Augustus increased the output of the power of faith each year. It's a big deal, but it's useless if I want the power of faith."

　　 "Huh? The herbalism and iron research of the wizard named Pericles have increased my annual splendid power output by +5."

　　[Race: High Elf]

　　 [Comprehensive evaluation: Grade A]

(This race has a strong energy level, grace, kindness, sense of justice, wisdom and strength, arrogance is their only small regret, low fertility is the biggest disadvantage of their race, life calculated in thousands of years is A double-edged blade.)

　　【Race government: primitive king government】

　　[Government level: primitive tribe]

　　 [Government bonus: 1, +3 stability; 2, -100 administrative efficiency]

　　[Race talent: there are nine kinds...(omitted)]

　　[Race belief:1, God of Creation (Creator)]

　　[Race size: 16,400 people]

　　 [Produced brilliant points per year: 55+5 (primary herbal medicine) + 5 (primary iron research)]

　　【The number of belief points generated each year: 3200+1000 (ten thousand idols)】