The Mythical Races I Created

　　 In the afternoon, [Corinthians] In the city-state, the pigmen/orcs and the elves are negotiating under the city. The orcs and the pigs carry bows, spears, and hammers, which are like long weapons and dragons, while the elves have only 20 elves.

　　 But only twenty elves are enough.

　　 These elves are golem druids, one of the three main pillars of the natural druid school.

　　Berikle, the orc prophet and chief Dillon, as well as Dylan, sat on a stone table and began to negotiate.

　　 This is the first time since Augustus, King of Conquest, two hundred years ago, that the elves and the pigmen sat together as equals, negotiating something in the name of God the Father.

　　 Dylan is very excited, he believes that his and his teacher's ideals will soon be realized.

　　Beli Creek looked at the orc prophet strangely.

　　 He didn't invite the Orc Prophet, but the Orc Prophet came by himself. Is it because this is about the orc family?

　　 Or is there another reason?

　　 The orc prophet's tone exuberantly displayed the various injuries that the elves had done to them. "The pigmen are unreasonably classified as slaves with no intelligence. You look down on us in all aspects, feel that we are all low-level races, and drive us wantonly as if driving livestock, let us go to dangerous places to mine veins, We can never cooperate with you."

　　 "Thirty days of darkness, you even hurt the pigmen who are loyal to you. Apart from traitors and cowards, who wants to be your servants?"

　　 "Even if there is a powerful enemy attacking our two clans at the same time, we will never compromise, war! War! Only war!"

　　 The proper main combat faction of the orc prophet.

　　 Chief Dillon tapped on the desktop with his huge fingers. "After eliminating you, we will eliminate those insect swarms."

　　 "The Father God will grant us victory, we don't have to worry about any enemies."

　　Berry Creek felt a big head, and the biggest difficulty in negotiating with these reckless orcs was how to make them look far.

"Chief. You should consider the future of your population. If the number of enemies is in the sky and stars, if we lose our barrier, the swarm will destroy you. Helping us can reduce your enemies and hate us. Reduce the enemy for you."

　　 Before Dillon spoke, the Prophet howled. "Then take one step and count one step. We are not as far as you can see. We only look at the current benefits."

　　 Current interests?

　　Berry Creek thoughtfully.

　　 Dillon and others continued to negotiate, but the orcs just screamed, seemingly ignorant of the art of negotiation.

　　 The negotiations have reached a deadlock.

　　 At this moment, Pericles laughed, alleviating the tension. "Two distinguished guests."

　　 "I heard that among you orcs, there have always been some ways to celebrate. You value the sacred duel."

　　 "Let my students fight with the strongest orc among you."

　　 "Let's relax first."

　　 Hearing the duel, the chief and the orcs behind the prophet all roared and howled one by one.

　　 Their idea is very simple, that is, on this special day, if they can defeat the elves, they will definitely win honor.

　　Beli Kerry looked at the chief and the prophet. "how?"

　　 Dillon's complexion slightly slowed down: "Okay, what can't you do?"

　　 The prophet has no objection.

　　Berry Creek nodded his head. He is always good at using the method of integrating into the other party's cultural tradition to let the other party accept himself.

　　 Amidst the noise, Dillon's adjutant stood up, determined to fight the powerful elves.

　　 Generally speaking, the orcs generally felt that without more than twenty orcs, it was impossible to fight an elf, so after the adjutant stood up, he immediately won the respect of all the orcs.

　　 The adjutant started a fight with the golem druid.

　　 Demon lizard druid, directly transformed into a fifteen-meter long demon lizard using the druid.

　　 In this era, 15 meters long is nothing. After all, Tyrannosaurus can be close to 12 meters, so the orc adjutant didn't care at first. After he activated his personal totem and doubled his physique, he jumped up and wielded his axe to fight the devil.

　　 The power of the devil is great, but this orc is also an elite among the orcs, and the two sides are also considered a tie.

　　 The orc adjutant smashed the devil lizard's head with a hammer many times. After all, this lizard had a low chassis, so the head was too convenient to be smashed.

　　 And the devil lizard also ran into the adjutant many times, knocking the orc into a dizziness, and biting him all over.

　　 The demarcation point of the battle was that the orc adjutant suddenly jumped behind the devil lizard and chopped off the devil lizard's head with an axe.

　　 He thought he had won, but was horrified to see a terrifying scene.

　　 The head of the devil lizard that was chopped off... unexpectedly grew back at an astonishing speed.

　　 At first, a meat bun was grown on the wound, and the meat bun quickly became larger, then the meat bun burst and turned into a lizard head.

　　 The orcs in the audience were shocked and speechless.

　　 The adjutant also stayed in place, and was knocked out by the monster lizard.

　　 Beside the stone table, Pericles sipped his tea, and said lightly: "The demon lizard incarnation of the demon lizard Druid is also called "the immortal demon lizard"."

　　 "The immortal lizard can regenerate any part of its body at a rapid speed. Although this consumes mana, our elves have mana. Therefore, it is difficult to destroy the immortal lizard without using magical bombing."

　　 However, this spell comes with some small risks.

　　 Chief Dillon on the side banged the table violently, and a third of the stone table was broken.

　　 "Adjutant, you change the hammer and break it for me. How do I usually teach you? Isn't it that you have a stronger recovery ability? What is this, bells and whistles."

　　 "Smash it to me!"

　　 The orc prophet suddenly said: "Dillon, please go over and teach him, so that the elves can see how good we are."

　　 "Okay" Dillon left the stone table and walked over, yelling to teach the adjutant how to smash the indestructible demon lizard.

　　 Now, only the Orc Prophet, Dylan, and his own Pericles were left on the stone table.

　　Beli Creek's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth were drawn up.

　　 Sure enough, he guessed right. With the joint efforts of himself and the prophet, the chief temporarily left this table.

　　 The orc prophet, who seems to be angry, actually wants to negotiate with him alone.

　　 Then what is his purpose?

　　 It’s not hard to think of it.

　　 The pig spies told him a lot.

　　Mallini, the chief and the prophet's many quarrels.

　　 Right now, although factional fights have not occurred yet, this is only because the orcs are still in a new state, and the contradictions have not been intensified for the time being.

　　 But the orc prophet must have his own idea, and he didn't want Dillon to negotiate with the elves on behalf of the orc, so he also followed.

Pericles looked at the orc prophet. The orc prophet looked fierce. Pericles didn’t care. Instead, he deliberately said, “Looking at the students who have been taught to take power, this will definitely make you as a teacher proud, too. A teacher, so I feel it deeply."

　　 The orc prophet's face became stiff, he clenched his fists and said nothing.

　　Berry Creek sighed. "Hey, these juniors grow up, and it's time for us to retire."

　　 "Master Pericles, you are not right." The orc prophet said displeased. "If Dillon can surpass me, of course I am very happy, but he hasn't surpassed now, and there is no sign that he can surpass me."

　　 "It is indeed a joy for students to surpass teachers, but it is not the time yet."

　　 "He! Not qualified enough."

　　Berry Creek nodded slightly, "So that's how it is."

　　 "It's just that, I saw that the power of the orcs is all dominated by Dillon. I thought... I'm sorry..."

　　 "Almost gave the kingdom's edict to the wrong person."

　　 The orc prophet's pupils dilated and he leaned forward. He cared about these words very much. "Master Pericles, what do you mean?"

　　Beli Creek nodded slightly and looked at the tea in the cup with deep eyes.

　　 "I want to formally entrust the long and narrow coastal lowland to the leader of the orcs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in the name of the kingdom, and entrust the orcs' ‘actual leader’ as the orc’s king."

"From today, the orc king will be recognized by all the elves and all the orcs, both in reality and legality. From the traditional territory of the black pig tribe to the Corinthians, two-thirds of the lowlands belong to the orcs. king."

　　 "The Elf Kingdom will never take back these lands again."

　　 "I want an orc to win the title of orc king, and naturally have the right to rule over other orcs."

　　 "What did you say?"

　　 The breathing of the orc prophet suddenly stopped.

　　 His eyes were full of desire and greed when he looked at Pericles.

　　 Can the slaves who were once ruled finally stand beside the elves and rule the slaves and the land?

　　 Can he become a person like an elf too?

　　 This temptation made the prophet unable to restrain. "really?"

　　Berry Creek did not answer, but said: "As long as you can join the battlefield and support us."

　　 The orc prophet thought for a while, he looked at the chief who was guiding the orc adjutant amidst the cheers of the orcs, he was extremely jealous, but if he could be recognized by the elves for his dominance, he would be able to crush Dillon forever.

　　 The Orc Prophet gritted his teeth and said: "I know. But you must support me, not Dillon. Dillon is a complete idealist. He will not negotiate with you, but I can help you."

　　 "As long as you can support me."

　　Berry Creek smiled and nodded.

　　 The Orc Prophet is different from Dillon.

　　 The enslaved Prophet and the Chief Dillon, who has never been enslaved, are completely two kinds of people, but no one can see this clearly.