The Mythical Races I Created

　　 "Who said...we orcs are weak? Looking for death!"

　　 "Roar~"

　　 A large-nosed horned dragon appeared in the city, and hundreds of green-skinned orcs rushed out and surrounded Maiev.

　　 Dillon, carrying the Tyrannosaurus Rex Totem and the White Horse Totem, appeared on the inner city wall. The great horned dragon under him jumped off the inner city wall and fell on the ground and aroused countless dust.

　　 "Maiev!"

　　 "You unexpectedly attacked my city. Hehe, you underestimate our orcs, let you see what totem power is."

　　 On the other side, the orc prophet, carrying the ancient city tyrannosaurus totem, stood in front of the watchers.

　　 This is the first time the elves have fought orc shamans!

　　 Both sides are very strange to each other.

　　 The two woodcarved eyes of Tyrannosaurus Totem in the ancient city shone with red light.

　　 With the way of praying like a great god, the prophet jumped out of the spiritual chain of lightning in his hand, and shot at the watchmen troops.

　　 Most of the watchmen avoided, but a few of the watchmen were struck by the spirit chain lightning, suffering great damage to their spirits and wailing.

　　 The prophet yelled: "We can fight against the elves, you all go to me, and all the pigmen who dare to escape will be strangled."

"superior!"

　　 Maiev and Dillon looked at each other, looking at this huge burly orc, Maiev didn't know why, but always felt that she should know him. "You are the chief, right? I advise you to surrender to the elf."

　　 "I am the chief? Do you really don't recognize me?"

"what?"

　　Dillon was very angry.

　　 Maiev frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about. We are enemies. As long as you don't surrender, this will not change."

　　 "The Warden troops, the enemy will use rare spiritual spells."

　　 "All use flash magic to retreat to the inner city wall, spread out to prevent the opponent's spells, and bomb the city with flame magic."

　　The Warden forces suddenly used flashing magic to escape the spell range of Spirit Chain Lightning.

　　 They occupy the high ground and use the Seven-Star Flame Curse at the bottom.

　　 This is the choice to avoid melee and directly confront the blow.

　　With the strength of oneself, the shortness of attacking the enemy.

　　 Orc troops lacking magic power can hardly withstand such spell bombing.

　　 Each fireball is equal to the power of a grenade, and a seven-star fireball has seven fireballs, so in a short time, the elves cast three waves of spells in succession.

　　 is equivalent to more than three thousand grenades bombing the city.

　　 The city instantly became a fiery purgatory.

　　 The orc prophet said: "Climb up the inner wall, don't be afraid, fight until the last person."

　　 "Damn I am not very proficient in the use of totems, otherwise...otherwise..."

　　 "Spirit Chain Lightning!"

　　 The red lightning jumped on the wall, but only hit a few elves.

　　 On the other side, Dillon and Maiev fought together. The Tyrannosaurus Totem improved Dillon's physical fitness by five times, and he was the best orc warrior.

　　 Therefore, he became incarnate to move the tank.

　　 That hammer really hurts when you rub it, and you die when you touch it.

　　 Unparalleled!

　　 Dillon said: "Our main force is about to be annihilated, and all the orcs will support the Prophet."

"Do not bother me."

　　 Maiev’s battle with Dillon caused many houses to collapse, but Dillon knocked them down.

　　 Maiev's Moon Blade fell on Dillon's back, cutting out a small, shallow mark.

　　 Terrifying muscle density.

　　 actually stopped the blade.

　　 Maiev: "Wind's Knife."

　　 Moonblade immediately enveloped the high-speed circulating air, and cut Dillon's back.

　　 The white horse totem behind Dillon suddenly seemed to lift her head up, and Dillon's eyes became red.

　　【Bloodthirsty】

　　【Heaven-sent riding skills】

　　 Dillon turned around, the speed was faster than before, and the hammer hit Maiev's arm first before Maiev was about to cut her back.

　　 If Maiev insists on cutting off and taking his life, then Maiev will also be smashed into meat sauce by the orc chief's hammer.

　　 At the moment of life and death, Maiev remembered her long life.

　　 She retired.

　　 A white light flashed, and she appeared ten meters away.

　　 flashing magic!

　　 And Dillon took the opportunity to call for his mount. He jumped on the mount and controlled this huge creature with amazing riding skills, passing through the collapsed buildings in the city, to the other side of the battlefield.

　　 "Retreat!"

　　 "After the pigman troop is broken, retreat!"

　　 "Retreat!"

　　The huge army of pigmen slowly withdrew, and the orc Dillon looked back at Maiev. "If you didn't choose to die with me, you will regret it. I will lead the orcs to glory, and I will become the nightmare of the elves."

　　 After a few hours, the sun rose.

　　 The gray-faced adjutant found Maiev, and she said to Maiev, "My lord, why do you only let us clean up the rebels after the suppression, instead of continuing to chase the orc troops."

　　 "Master Maiev, you..."

　　 She was surprised to see Maiev's right hand, hanging weakly.

　　 That Maiev-sama is actually injured!

　　 Father God.

　　 That Maiev-sama was actually injured by an orc.

　　 Maiev stared at the adjutant. "Our casualties."

　　 Adjutant said: "We are very sad to lose a compatriot. The spirits of fifty-seven elves have been severely damaged. They need to be cultivated and cannot provide any combat power for the time being."

　　 "Fortunately, it is not a fatal injury, but it may take about half a year to recover."

　　 "What the **** is that red lightning, it can hurt so many of us."

　　 Maiev shook her head. "I said from the beginning that we are understaffed, so it is not suitable to catch up now."

　　 "We need reinforcements."

"Although I don't want to admit it, God the Father is on the top. Indeed, the orcs, who were born in slaves, have become our confidant. I must figure out what is happening in the palace now and ask for reinforcements from King Augustus. ."

　　……

　　 The rapidly retreating orc army~www.readwn.com~ The orc prophet almost fell from the back of the ceratosaurus.

　　 He was depressed because of his mental exhaustion.

　　 "I have at least half a year, and I can't regain peak combat power."

　　 "Dillon, only an orc like you, who is loved by the Father, can use the ancient city tyrannosaur totem at will."

　　 "There will be no backlash."

　　 The prophet said with satisfaction: "We even killed an elf, my God, we actually..."

　　 Dillon interrupted him. "Come on, give me statistics of our losses."

　　 After the statistics came out, the orc prophet was silent.

　　 Dillon sneered even more.

　　 "The pigmen killed 320,000, and the orcs died 239. We lost most of our supplies and the largest fortress city."

　　 "Prophet, you have lost your combat effectiveness because of this."

　　 "Alas, this is even a small elite army of elves."

　　Dillon sighed deeply. "What a terrible genie. If I didn't retreat promptly, we would be annihilated."

　　 "The other party did not catch up with us, it was purely frightened by us."

　　 "They didn't know how much war potential we had, so they didn't catch up for a while."

　　 Dillon said: "Prophet, don't be too happy. My mother has never been a reluctant person. This time we are lucky, and the next time! In the future, there will be more difficult battles."

　　 "Fight!"

　　 He touched the narrow wound on his back.

　　 The wound has started to heal and scab, and the orc's self-healing ability is very powerful.

　　 However, within the next five days, he will not be able to show his peak combat power because of this wound.