The Mythical Races I Created

　　 Maiev Diana’s troops moved quickly.

　　 Along the way, the most they saw were the corpses of the pigmen tribe.

　　 On the compacted dirt road, Maiev squatted down to observe the pig body on the side of the road. "Father God, why can these pig people treat a fellow clan like this?"

　　 "Aren't they supposed to love their own clan as much as their own hands and feet!"

　　 The pig body on the side of the road has decayed. Judging from the remaining dirty corpses, the fatal injury is that the head has been injured by some kind of huge explosion.

　　 Mawei loved to explore the clues of things when she was very young. From the dead body of a dinosaur, she could observe what kind of animal killed the dinosaur in what way.

　　 Therefore, she became an expert in criminal investigation.

　　 Maiev raised her right hand, a ball of fire appeared in her hand, and then the fire ball hit a stone in front of her.

　　 The elves looked at each other.

　　 "Master Maiev?"

　　 Maiev looked at the broken stone thoughtfully. "I once collided with a rock of the same size with a pigman's skull. The pigman's skull is harder than that type of stone. In other words, the pig now has a technique that can be comparable to fireball. Some kind of attack?"

　　 "Can this naturally exploding stone be comparable to the magic of elves?"

　　 Maiev quickly turned around and ordered the troops. "The enemy has a weapon that can explode. When encountering an enemy, the phalanx is lifted to prevent the enemy from killing us like cutting leeks."

　　 "By the way, by default, all spells cast in the first time are converted from Seven Star Fireball to Gale Curse."

　　 The elves have good discipline.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

　　 Maiev pointed forward. "For the Father and King Augustus."

　　……

　　 Above space, Shen Fanyu looked towards the free pig man area on the southern coast in surprise.

　　 "A stone that will explode?"

　　 "Well, it turns out to be a stone that is not on the earth. It is a natural nitroglycerin ore. A slightly strong collision can produce a huge explosion power. The power is probably the power of the elf-standard spell fireball more than 300 years ago."

　　 "Just to excavate the ore, you need to die a lot of pigmen."

　　 "Well, let's name it God's Punishment Stone."

　　 Now the standard spell of the Elf army is Seven Star Fireball, which is at least seven times more powerful than ordinary Fireball.

　　 Although there is still a time difference between the pigmen and the elves, the pigmen have the potential to threaten the elves.

　　 After all, even the remaining free pigmen still have a population of more than 500,000.

　　 At the beginning of the war, it was the slave army that surrendered the high elves, that is, the pigmen army of the elves who died the most.

　　The high elves of a demigod race are hard to kill, but the pigmen slave troops without the **** punishment stone and magic have suffered heavy casualties.

　　 Just like this, the pigmen troops guarding the southern territory were slaughtered by the free pigs, and the death toll has exceeded 100,000 pigs.

　　 The waters of the southern coast are all dyed red.

　　 "Is this the sealed Gaia consciousness instinctively protecting the indigenous races and enhancing their luck?"

　　The vision of the spirit of creation is long and profound, and everything falls into the eyes of the spirit of creation.

　　 "It would actually be like this."

　　 "M Continent sensed the harm of the high elves' magical civilization, and spontaneously let the Pigman tribe discover the God Punishment Stone mine. Hey, the rebels secretly came into contact with the Pigman Prophet."

　　 "The Pigman Prophet is not dead yet, this old fellow has strong vitality."

　　The Spirit of Creation has no intention to intervene.

　　 I am the creation spirit of the people of the world, not the creation spirit of a family, nor the creation spirit of the higher elves.

　　 Survival of the fittest, the law of heaven.

　　 And, if the high elves will lose to the pigmen like this, I might as well go to sleep.

　　……

　　 In the Pigman village on the southern coast closest to the plateau, a pair of pigmen with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes entered the house of the Pig Prophet under cover.

　　The old pig prophet looked at the group of invading pigs in surprise.

　　 "You...who are you?"

　　 The bad guests who broke in lifted their hats and revealed their faces.

　　 They all had stab wounds on their faces. One of the pigmen’s left ears was completely scorched, and their skin tone was darker, unlike the red skin of the pigmen tribes east of the southern coast.

　　 They wore clothes made of rough potato stems instead of the sackcloth that pigs usually wore after naturalization of the high elves.

　　 "You are... you are..."

　　The leading pig had a fierce look, and it whispered: "Prophet. We are the westernmost tribe on the southern coast, the free pigmen that the elves have not yet conquered, the great black pig tribe."

　　 "It's... it's you."

The leading pig said: "I am the leader of this rebellion. Prophet, you have always been our leader against the high elves. You secretly sent us iron weapons, taught us the language of the elves, and gave us a complete language and The words have brought us civilization."

　　 "There are many more good things about high elves."

"Their honey is so delicious. They have tamed countless dinosaurs. These are delicious meat. You enslaved slaves can also eat delicious dried fish and clean water, but our free pigmen I can only eat shriveled potatoes and rancid stagnant water."

　　 "So, we are now attacking the high elves."

　　 "We have to enjoy all this, and we have to take revenge on the hatred of the high elves that enslaved us."

　　 The pig prophet's eyes narrowed.

　　 Attack the high elves?

　　 There was a flame burning in his old eyes.

　　 Once upon a time, pigs were completely reduced to slaves, and even the ruling class of pigs was proud to please the elves.

　　 Once upon a time, the sentence of attacking the high elves disappeared in the pigman's mind forever.

　　 Now... Following the blood of their ancestors, they want to regain everything they have lost.

　　 The leader of the free pigman said: "This time we are here mainly to persuade the prophet you to win over all the pigmen who secretly dissatisfied with the high elves, help us to meet the inside and outside, and kill the elves by surprise."

　　 The Pig Prophet stood up tremblingly, he felt his blood boil. "Okay, okay! In fact, there are many people on our pigman side who are dissatisfied with the high elves. With my prestige, I can call on them to organize a rebel against the high elves."

　　 "Haha..." The leader of the free pigman listened and laughed happily. He looked at his companion left and right. If a slave pigman suddenly rebelled against the elf, he could catch the elf by surprise. "It is impossible to defeat the elves, but there should be no problem in regaining part of our lost ground."

　　 "Yes." The pig prophet felt that he began to think about how to persuade his companions to join the rebellion.

　　 Freedom Pigman said: "Under the guidance of our great gods, totems and gods, we will surely be able to regain freedom."

　　The free pigs around yelled.

　　 "Long live the **** of totem, long live the protector of the tribe."

　　 "Long live the **** of totem, long live the protector of the tribe..."

　　 With a loud cry, it seems to have returned to the era when the pigman was not yet enslaved by the elves a hundred years ago.

The pig prophet was stunned all over his body. He stared blankly at the pigs shouting totem god. Suddenly, he was struck by lightning, and all his blood was frozen in the winter. The blood that had boiled was turned into ice by the cold. .

　　 Totem God...

　　 By the way, Totem God is the belief of pig people a hundred years ago.

　　 Each pig tribe has a unique totem. They regard these totems as the tribe’s protector and worship them.

　　 The flame in the pig prophet's eyes disappeared, and then it became something profound.

　　At this moment, he felt that his head had never been so clear.

　　 He thinks he has made the best decision.

　　 The leader of the free pigman said: "Thank you, the elves will surely eat their own evil consequences, and the so-called false gods of nature will surely be defeated by our gods."

"Oh."

　　 "So, when will you gather the army?"

　　 "Hehe, when do you want it?"

"This... of course, the sooner the better. Once the high elves react, they will send out troops that can use powerful magic. We must regain part of the lost ground before they pay attention, and then use our secrets. Weapons and elves have built fortresses to hold on to the city, so that we can form a tug of war with them."

"It's not us, it's you and us. Don't worry, there is no other meaning, but our side has been enslaved for a hundred years, which is definitely not the same as you. Don't worry, since this is the case, I will organize an army in ten days. The pigmen and elves loyal to the elves will be given a fatal blow from the rear. I hope you will lead your army to attack with all strength in ten days and destroy all the elves in one fell swoop."

　　 "Okay, let's go now."

　　 The leader of the free pigman is overjoyed.

　　 The Pig Prophet looked at their surreptitiously leaving figures, fighting between heaven and man in his heart.

　　 Pigman... Fairy

　　 Totem God...the spirit of creation

　　 The grand sacrificial ceremony held by Augustus in the middle of the plateau forest was imprinted in his mind like an iron brand.

　　 There have never been so many races and so many people worshiping the same god.

　　 There has never been such a dazzling idol, slowly appearing from the flames. When it was erected, the shadow even blocked the sunlight. At that time, I was so shocked in my heart.

　　 At that time, only a simple question appeared in his head.

　　 Is it only, the **** of the elves is the true god!

　　 The prophet paced the room and murmured to himself like a nightmare. "Pigman... Father God... Pigman... Father God..."

　　……

　　 Maiev Diana, rushed to the forefront of the battle line.

　　 They used the observation technique to observe all the steps of the pigs siege the city.

　　 The pigs used trebuchets to throw black stones at the wooden city wall. Those stones fell on the wooden city wall and caused a huge explosion. After the explosion, the city wall collapsed and ignited a flame.

　　 The free pigs rushed into the city wall, killing every pig in the city like crazy.

　　 Everything for the sake of race at this moment has become an absurd joke.

　　 You know, before the high elves intervened on the south coast, none of these pigmen thought they were of the same clan, but a life-and-death enemy.

　　 The pigs shouted. "Honey, dried salted fish, clean water..."

　　 "Kill them, everything is ours."

　　 A free pigman soldier cruelly died of the slave pigman family parents, and then grabbed the little pigman's tail on his **** and lifted the pigman up with the tail.

　　 "Wow~ what is this? Wine eh~www.readwn.com~ This is a delicious wine made by high elves, why can you slaves enjoy it?"

　　 "Why didn't the high elves conquer us? Ah? Unfair, unfair."

　　 Its small eyes showed fierce light, and it wanted to tear off the pigman's tail and the spine connected to the pigman's tail, so that the piglet would die in the most painful way.

at this time.

　　 brush~

"what!!"

A silver light flashed in front of 　　, and then an elf descended like a moonlight goddess, and suddenly appeared in front of the pigman.

　　 And the pigman soldier grabbed the pigman's hand, was cut off by a machete, and flew in the air.

　　 Maiev Diana appeared here with flashing magic, and saved the piglet in time.

　　 The little pig man was terrified, and crawled over and hugged Maiev's right leg tightly.

　　 "Elf?"

　　 The free pigman soldier was full of fear.

　　 The next moment, its head was cut off by Maiev's Moon Blade.

　　 Maiev looked at its body in disgust. "It's really a dirty race to kill even the entire race."

　　 "And you, you let me go."

　　 "According to regulations, pigmen are not allowed to touch the high elves."

　　 The little pigman made a frightened sound. "Uuuuuuu...Thank you...Thank you for saving me."

　　 "My parents were killed by them, my lord... my lord..."

　　 Maiev's eyes softened a bit. The high elves are very kind, especially when it comes to dealing with weak and intelligent races.

　　 "It is my responsibility to rescue my subjects."

　　 She called her adjutant. "Protect this kid. Elf troops, protect all pig cubs first."