The Mythical Races I Created

　　 Dillon threw the hammer forward. "If the orcs are only attached to the elves, they will never have an independent life."

　　 "The cartilage head, die."

　　 The hammer with cold light crossed the air and hit Dylan.

　　Bang~

　　 The iron hammer fell into Dylan's palm, making a loud crash between metal and metal.

　　 This sound is definitely not the sound of a normal hammer touching the body, besides, under normal circumstances, Dylan should be smashed by this flying hammer.

why?

　　 "You said that the orcs depend on the elves, and we will never have an independent day?"

　　 Dylan raised his head and made a sound of metal rubbing against metal. The surrounding orcs were all taken aback by him and felt a certain amount of violent display.

　　 The orc Dylan in front of him does not seem to be an orc anymore, but an incarnation of something else.

　　 Dylan's palm spit out, and his huge palm squeaked with the hammer in his palm.

　　 The hammer cracked and cracked.

　　 Dillon pricked up surprised pupils.

Dylan said angrily: "Ingredient orcs, you forgot, have you used the same language as the elves? We use the same language as the elves, and believe in the same gods as the elves. We are actually no different from the elves. ."

　　 "Narrow-minded racism will only tear us apart."

　　 "What have we all become by internal friction! We are all children of God the Father, we should have been united together to deal with the same enemy."

　　 "It was Augustus who hurt us, not Pericles!"

　　 "Dillon, you fool, how stubborn are you?"

　　 "I'll wake you up."

　　 Dylan's body began to swell, his limbs turned into thick black claws, and his body turned into a powerful black bimon.

　　Because the angry natural spirits are too rare in this place, the Hei Bimeng who has been transformed into a natural disaster is actually a young Bimeng, and the last time the white-haired Bimeng was an adult ordinary Bimeng.

　　 Even so, the 30-meter-high behemoth still scared the orcs to take up their weapons.

　　 Dillon’s adjutant looked at the chief worriedly. "Do you need help?"

　　 "The sacred duel cannot be interrupted."

　　 Dillon immediately denied, "It's just a wild beast, let me conquer this bluffing behemoth."

　　 He called for the Tyrannosaurus Rex Totem and the White Horse Totem in the Wang Tent not far away.

　　 Two white auras ran out of the king's tent and fell into Dillon's body.

　　【Bloodthirsty Art】

　　【Ten-fold increase in physique】

　　 "Roar~"

　　 This humanoid beast made a sky-shaking roar, and the ancestral spirits of two top totems were poured into this body at the same time, which made Dillon's hair and beard spread, and his pupils reflected a terrifying fierce light.

　　 Bimon was also unceremonious, and immediately smashed a paw, and the death vibration came over and hit Dillon's arm.

　　 The next moment, Dillon, regardless of the torn skin and muscles, grabbed Bimon's claws and climbed up.

　　 He is like a huge beast that has shrunk, showing the advantages of his small body.

　　Beimeng couldn't catch this guy who was sprinting around on his body, and started to attack everywhere. His horrible attacks easily destroyed the fence, bonfire and camp tents in the camp, and even the air seemed to be wailing.

　　 There was no orc around, thinking about being able to contend with this giant beast, and backing up one after another. The huge power of that giant beast seemed to be beyond the ability of an orc to contend alone.

　　 But the next moment, a figure climbed onto Beamon's shoulder.

　　 is Dillon.

　　 He jumped up from Bimon’s shoulder, and the terrifying force slammed into the corner of Bimon’s mouth. The power of that fist turned Bimon to the ground.

　　 However, before falling to the ground, Dylan did not forget to slap Dillon with his left hand like a mosquito.

　　 In the mid-air, death shocked and fluctuated continuously, and Dillon flew out like a shooting star.

　　 boom~

　　 He was buried deep in the mud.

　　 some orcs exclaimed. "Chief?"

　　 "Oh, that guy is really amazing, and the chief can't beat such a big beast, right?"

　　 In the mud, Dillon crawled out of the pit and spat. "What the hell, he drove me into the ground."

　　 "Come again."

　　 Amidst the shocked and admired eyes of the orcs, he once again rushed towards the behemoth beast, jumped up high, and hit each other with his fists and his claws.

　　Bang~

　　咣当~

　　 Two consecutive explosions burst.

　　 The death shock of the childhood Bemun and the fist bump after ten times the increase, the two sides are evenly matched.

　　 Bimen staggered back a few steps, and Dillon was hammered into the ground. After all, he was light.

　　 "Light, too light." Dillon jumped out of the dirt pit, suddenly slamming his fist at the Behemoth.

　　 Dylan roared, "You flea."

　　 The two fought together again.

The orcs were horrified to discover that when their chiefs used the power of the ancestral spirit to the limit, the powerful ancestral spirit raised by the wandering souls for millions of years appeared looming behind Dillon. He grinned at the behemoth beast, showing no weakness.

　　 It turned out that Lord Chief had never exerted his full power.

　　 No, let's say, Lord Chief has never encountered an enemy who needs him to exert all his physical power.

　　 In the battle between the Behemoth Monster and Dillon, every time it collides, the sound is comparable to the loud sound of a mountain collapse.

　　 The camp was completely destroyed.

　　 Everyone can only follow their fight and move to the shore, but the more they fight, the closer they get to the sea.

　　 In the near sea, the fierce battle between the king of beasts and the humanoid beasts caused the sea to roll up and fish and shrimps escaped. When they hit the evening, it was almost flattening the beach.

　　 Dillon’s body was all injured, his left arm was broken, and the two ancestor spirits were overused and temporarily lost their function.

　　 A few of his ribs were also broken, and his chest was sunken in anyway.

　　 But Dylan was beaten by Dillon abruptly into the Bimon form.

　　 However, he didn't have any injuries, because Bimon's defense was cheaper, and his injuries were much lighter than Dillon.

　　 It's just that the two are still fighting.

　　 In the raging waves on the completely destroyed beach, the two forced their overwhelmed bodies and stepped through the water. You punched me and punched the opposite face.

Dillon hit Dylan’s teeth with a right uppercut, smashing his canine teeth, and trying to strangle his neck, Dylan hit Dillon’s face with an elbow continuously, trying to call him Let go of yourself.

　　 Dylan said: "You, a traitor in this kingdom, if it weren't for an elf, you could only make a pig cry."

　　 "Trash." Dillon yelled, "You are just an elf's pet, I will kill you."

　　 Dylan kicked him on his chest and kicked him out, "Then what are you, a bereaved dog that can't survive the winter without elves' food."

　　 He was about to take advantage of the victory, but Dillon, who got up, pushed his abdomen with his head, and was forcibly knocked into the water, lying on the ground unable to move.

　　 Dillon waved his strong right arm, trying to give Dylan the final blow. "Bah, you traitor of our race."

　　 The next moment, he was staggered, fell and squatted beside Dylan, without attacking successfully.

　　 At dusk, the two gasped hard, both wanting to get up and give each other a final blow.

　　 But because the two bodies are overdrawn~www.wuxiaspot.com~, there is no way to stand up and give each other a final blow.

　　 The two were silent for a while listening to the sound of the ocean tide and the sound of each other's breathing.

　　 After resting for ten minutes, Dillon and Dylan stared at each other, and barely got up.

　　 Dylan drooped his wounded eyelid. "Come, come again."

　　 As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan fell again.

　　 Dillon looked at him. "Even if... it's a tie."

　　 He can't move either. "It doesn’t make any sense anymore. Well, as agreed, I will go to Collins City and meet Pericles, but I don’t think it will be of any use. However, the time must be set by me. , Three days later."

　　 "Three days later?" Dylan lay in the water, panting and said: "No, no. The soldiers are very fast, and I must go tomorrow."

　　 Dillon raised **** with his right hand. "The day after tomorrow, just two days, otherwise it's fine."

　　 "I can't get hurt to see Pericles. Who knows if it's your trap."

Dylan looked at Dillon deeply. He nodded. After resting for half an hour, he stood up, tore off the broken clothes on his body, and limped slowly away from the sea in the raging waves. When they came to the coast, all the orcs had a change in their eyes.

　　 Orcs are a race that worships power and the strong.

　　 Dylan, who showed his strength, won their respect.

　　 Every orc gave Dylan a way, and punched his fist in the chest to show respect to Dylan.

　　Even if the two camps have different positions, these orcs who don't have those garish intestines sincerely admire Dylan's power.

　　The words of the strong can be respected, this is the world of the orcs!