The Mythical Races I Created

　　 When the thousand-meter-high Eastern Tongtian Pagoda was completed, the largest Silmaril was placed on it with wind magic, and then whether it was day or night, this world's most beautiful jewel exuded beautiful brilliance.

　　 Especially in the dark night, the Silmarillion reflects the moonlight, making the Sky Tower at night like a beacon in the long night, the most beautiful star.

　　 Even if the high elves are in the capital of conquerors, they can see the brilliant light blooming from the top of the tower towering into the night sky.

　　 The city of conquerors, from now on singing and dancing every night.

　　 Augustus signed a decree. "Thirty days of the big banquet."

　　 "Except for the elves in the capital of the conqueror and Augustus, all the elves staying in school, all the other elves, please enjoy the brilliance brought by the Silmarillion within these thirty days."

Under 　　 there was a thunderous applause.

　　 When all the elves were far away from the throne and began to enter the dance floor to celebrate, Augustus whispered to Maiev, "I heard that the pigmen rebelled against us? Is this why you returned to my court?"

　　 "Unbelievable, it has been a whole year before I heard the news."

　　 "Has our kingdom's ability to control the grassroots level weakened to such a degree?"

　　 Maiev nodded and said, "I came here to report this to you."

"These rebellious pigmen have almost reproduced the territory of the Black Pig tribe at its peak a hundred years ago. Most of the southern coast has fallen into the hands of the Pigmen tribe. Last time they rebelled against us with the God's Stone of Punishment. Once they seemed to be united under a figure called the Great Chief."

　　 "Augustus, we must take this matter seriously."

Maiev said: "There are signs showing us that after two hundred years of development, the pig people's population and military potential have been greatly developed. They have absorbed advanced culture from us, which is completely different from two hundred years ago. "

　　 "This time the rebel army is not a pigman who has not been enslaved by us, but a pigman slave rebel who has absorbed the strengths of our civilization."

　　 Augustus didn't listen to Maiev seriously at all. He looked away, seeming to be more obsessed with the Silmarillion on the ceiling of the palace. "There is no magic, they are nothing."

　　 "Fifty years ago, we could easily let hundreds of thousands of black pigs bleed through the pestle, but fifty years later, it will still be the case."

　　 "I think they have forgotten the pain of their ancestors."

　　 "It seems that slaves, they always need to be hit with a few lashes from time to time, otherwise they will forget the pain, and if they do stupid things, they will lose their heads. This is also the responsibility of our masters who fail to discipline them."

　　 King Augustus said: "You lead two hundred watchmen to the southern coast and destroy those foolish pigmen."

　　 Maiev hesitated. "Wang, I need at least five hundred elven soldiers. Now the betrayal pigmen slaves are sweeping the southern coast like a whirlwind. This time the insurance for the number of rebels is estimated to be at least 3 million pigmen."

　　 "Even if they are mobs, if we want to quickly defeat this rebel army, we have to fight the lions with the rabbits and use our full strength."

　　 "Otherwise, I am worried that our kingdom will lose the very important pigman slave labor."

　　 Augustus was a little bit dark. "First, even if there are no pigmen in our kingdom, it will not be affected in any way."

　　 "Secondly, I have finished building the lighthouse. The brilliance of the Silmaril can even be compared to the blessing of God the Father. If I dedicate it to God the Father, God the Father will be very happy."

　　 "I am willing to give up such a beautiful thing, just to dedicate it to my most beloved God Father."

　　 "This just shows that I am the spirit who respects and loves God the Father the most."

　　 "This is when my name goes down in history."

　　 "I cannot let my people discover at this time that the group of slaves in the south has rebelled again."

　　 "This will make my merits less perfect."

　　 "Go Maiev, I believe in your abilities. You are my most trusted and capable elf."

　　 Maiev could not refuse Augustus.

　　 She had no choice but to say: "Subordinates are willing to try their best."

　　 So, when Augustunia and the capital of the conqueror were immersed in the joyous atmosphere, no one thought that Maiev secretly took two hundred watcher elves to the southern territory, preparing to calm the chaos.

　　In the southern region, the orc Dillon and the orc prophet, with the help of three totems, liberated one city after another.

　　 The Pig Man was dissatisfied with Augustus's tyranny for a long time.

　　In front of the burning elven city, the orc prophet watched unhappily as ten elves quickly leave the city with wind magic.

　　 The prophet said: "Let them escape from the back of the city secretly."

　　 "That's okay." Dillon said: "This city is the capital of the hub where the elves control the southern coast. Without it, all the pigmen on the southern coast will have two hearts."

　　 "If we forcefully leave those ten elves, we will at least die, the dozens of orcs that we finally cultivated."

　　 The orc prophet said: "The Shroud of Horse Leather is the glory of the warrior."

"I originally thought that every orc has powerful shaman abilities. Who knows that orcs are different from elves. There are only a few powerful shamans among us. Most shamans have very little abilities and cannot make totems. Able to use totems."

　　 "But it doesn't matter!"

　　 "Even if there is no shaman ability, the orc's powerful physique is just stronger than the elves."

"Moreover, the muscle structure of an orc is completely different from ordinary creatures. As long as we can exercise our muscles, our muscle strength and muscle strength have almost no limit. We will keep getting stronger~www.readwn.com~We will be here. On the barren coast, a center of faith in the Father God was established that is bigger than the elven civilization."

　　 "Change is coming!"

　　 There was an orc riding a big-nosed horned dragon and ran over in a panic.

　　 The orc reported to Dillon. "Chief, we received the spy report from the pigman slave side."

　　 "A special force of elves [Watchmen] has come to the northernmost part of the southern coast."

　　 "They will arrive at us tomorrow night."

　　 "The leader is Maiev."

　　 Dillon originally raised his hammer made of Tyrannosaurus skull and iron, eager to try, no orc would refuse a fight.

　　 But when he heard Maiev.

　　 Dillon's hand still paused. "Mother?"

　　 I didn't expect that the mother and son would meet in this way.

　　 Dillon recalled the happy life when Maiev and Dylan were with him more than forty years ago, and his eyes were slightly surprised.

　　 The orc prophet noticed his psychological changes. "You won't be softhearted, are you?"

"How is it possible." Dillon said with a grin: "If we don't defeat this group of elves, we will all be put to death. At the moment of life and death, where can I care about family affection? Besides, the Dark Thirty 40 years ago Day, proved to us how ridiculous loyalty to the elves is."

　　 "You told me that in this world, nothing but the Father God deserves our loyalty."

　　 "I will cut off Maiev's head with my own hands and use her blood to sacrifice my white horse totem."

　　 The orc prophet's eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't speak big words, Maiev is not a good person to deal with."

　　 "Get ready to fight hard."