The Mythical Races I Created

　　 The killing continued for a day.

　　 On the next morning, the sun rose and shone through the thick clouds. When the first ray of dawn was cast, the ground was lit up, and then the high elves looked at the corpses all over the ground, feeling nauseous.

　　 "Seven-Star Fireball."

　　 The high female elves were surrounded by seven fireballs. The fireballs fell on the ground and incinerated the pigman's corpse.

　　The delicate white dress made of silk is flying in the flames.

　　 After rough handling of the pigs, the high elves began to count the casualties.

　　The pigmen slaves were seriously injured, and there would be no way to count them for a while, and no one among the high elves died, but one of the elf’s right hands was chopped off by the black pigmen.

　　 Maiev squatted down and personally treated the wound for the male elf.

　　 She held a puff of water in her palm and placed it on the wound of the elf. Maiev couldn't bear to watch her compatriot endure the pain.

　　 "Healing Touch."

　　The blue arcane magical brilliance made the male elf's wound healed.

　　 However, it is impossible to regenerate a severed limb.

　　 Arcane/Magic is better at destruction.

　　 "Please don't worry, Lord Maiev, don't I still have a left hand? Father God will bless me."

　　 The male elf smiled weakly. "We who have power magic can live a normal life even without arms."

　　 Maiev nodded with a guilty conscience and looked away.

　　 A group of golems surrounded somewhere in the distance, seeming to be mourning.

　　 Maiev asked: "What happened to the golems?"

"Oh, Lord Andrew has passed. It is said that a newly grown-up red golem accidentally stepped on the explosive stones of the Black Pigman. Because of the explosion, it fell to the ground and caused a bigger explosion. Then it just..."

　　 "Sacrificed heroically for God the Father."

　　 At that time, Maiev had already walked over and saw the poor red golem. The red golem was blown out of recognition at the moment, and his mutilated body looked like a charred boulder.

　　 A red golem was lying on his body, crying, it seemed to be the father/mother of the dead golem.

　　 Maiev stared coldly, and gave orders to the elven troops. "Search all the black pigmen and kill them all."

　　 The remaining black pig soldiers were searched out and killed one by one.

In the process of killing the high elves, they discovered one thing, that is, there will be a pig whose human energy suddenly becomes particularly loud, and the roar is like the sound of a drum being beaten, with red blood flowing in the eyes, giving the elven troops Caused a lot of trouble.

　　 Soon, they noticed that whenever they kill this crazy pigman, a red magical radiance will appear in the pigman's body, and this magical brilliance will rush into the body of the next black pigman.

　　 Usually, it is also the strongest and healthiest among the remaining black pigs.

　　 And when the high elves killed all the black pig pigmen, the light rushed into the body of the black pig baby held by Maiev. The baby started crying with a loud and healthy voice, showing extraordinary.

　　 Maiev looked at the baby in her arms strangely.

　　The King of Golem's colorful sacred stone came over and said the truth in one go. "The red magical brilliance is the power of the Red Golem. The Father God said that whoever kills us can gain the power of the Red Golem in 10 years."

　　 "The black pigmen killed the red golem, so all the black pigmen present are eligible to inherit the power of the red golem."

　　 "The black pig baby in your arms, Maiev, is the last heir to the Red Golem."

　　 Maiev was slightly surprised.

　　 I didn't expect this to happen.

　　 "But, the colorful **** stone, this is just a baby."

　　 The colorful **** stone lowered his five-color head and looked at the baby in Maiev's arms gently. "I know that we have no plans to kill a baby. Besides, our kinsman just returned to the Father's side."

　　...

　　 On the plateau, the Pig Prophet was taken by the high elves to Augustus.

　　Because he reported all the actions of the Black Pigman, but in order to prevent him from contacting the Black Pigman again as a double spy, he was taken away from the southern coast.

　　 The Prophet Pigman guessed the time at this moment, expecting that the end of the Black Pigman must be bad.

　　 He walked out of the wooden house, knelt down among the grass full of flowers, and prayed sincerely: "God of creation, I have escaped from the claws of the Totem Demon and converted to your great glory."

　　 "Your sincere people, I want to ask you one thing, and pray for your grace."