The Mythical Races I Created

Vol 2 Chapter 105: Green Totem (ambition)

On the westernmost side of the narrow southern coast, the former territory of the Black Pig tribe is now the territory of the Orcs.

After the orc prophet returned to the orc's territory from the land of the elves, the first thing he did was to find Dillon and ask him to send his hands to do one thing, that is, to create a new totem in this one-year ritual.

Dillon raised his brows strangely. "prophet."

"We only recently held a ceremony to make a totem."

The orcs looked at several totems enshrined under the statue of Father God and the wooden cup.

The killing totem seems to have the color of blood. You can feel the whispers that persuade you to kill when you get closer. The Tyrannosaurus totem, the ancient city Tyrannosaurus totem, and the white horse totem are all enshrined by the side. Enjoy the duel of the gods and the sacrifice of the orc shamans .

The orcs also looked at, the orc prophet.

Why do you suddenly want to create a new totem?

The orc prophet hehe smiled. "It's not to interrupt the fun of your duel, but we have the habit of making new totems after each battle, and this time is no exception."

"Moreover, the elves have just been rewarded by the Father God, possessing the Philosopher's Stone, and their strength has greatly increased."

The prophet explained the role of the Philosopher’s Stone. He looked at Dillon: "Now, your guerrilla tactics can no longer help you break through the city of the elves, so I am going to summon the pigman ghosts of this continent and make a birth totem."

"The more pigs there are, the greater the chance of birth of orcs."

"Our strength is to become stronger."

"In this way, won't we become stronger?"

"I think Dillon, you have no opinion?"

Dillon believed that, he said to the prophet: "Prophet, you are right, yes, then let's hold the shaman ceremony of making totems."

"Thank you for working hard for our race."

"With this fertility totem, we will definitely become stronger."

After a short preparation, the shaman ceremony was officially held at 12 noon.

Today, the shaman inheritance of the orcs is no longer the wild way of the past, but has a rigorous inheritance system.

There were no orcs to fight, so they had to be shirtless, standing in groups around the shaman convention, watching the shaman rituals.

One hundred and fifty orc shamans stood in front of the dinosaur skin drums, beating the soul-calling sounds, and a hundred shamans danced in front of the shamans. The weird drum sound was like the beating of your heart, but this drum sound Suddenly fast and slow.

A pig man watching around turned into pig liver color, he covered his heart and began to retching.

Dillon walked over.

The pigman was a little scared when he saw the tall chief.

Who knew that Dillon lifted him up with his big hand, and said to an orc in the distance: "Catch it."

Dillon said to the pigman: "You are too close, I remember I said, when the shaman ceremony, the pig can not be too close. You see, even many orcs stand 100 meters Go outside and watch the shaman's ceremony."

Before the pigman could speak, he had been thrown out, and he screamed in the air, screaming and screaming before being carried by...the orc over there.

Seeing that the pigman had been caught, Dillon stopped paying attention.

In the field, the shaman ceremony is on track.

The dance of a hundred shamans in weird postures, under the reflection of the firelight, seems to have turned into four hands and four feet. If you look carefully, you will find that these guys are not dancing at all, and have been maintained in one posture.

This is the influence of the soul-calling ritual on people's spiritual power, which will cause people to have many hallucinations.

In fact, the shaman has always been performing ordinary dances.

The orc prophet slowly passed through the drumming shamans and dancing shamans. He stood on the heights of the crowd and sang the words of blessing in his mouth.

"The soul returns to God, the creation prayers."

"Flesh and blood, creation guardian."

"The dead will live, my lord protects..."

They are all terrifying words, but they are nothing to the orcs who are used to seeing life and death.

The shaman ceremony was held until late at night on the third day.

The orc prophet threw the totem made of peach wood into the flame. The tongue of fire suddenly rose up to a height of ten meters. He silently stared at the totem in the flame, and then reached into the flame to take out the totem. .

At this point, the shaman ceremony ended perfectly.

The orcs dispersed, ready to continue their duel.

Dillon found the orc prophet, and the orc prophet repeatedly observed the green totem in his hand. "Dillon, this is the green totem."

"With this tribe of green totems, fertility can be greatly increased."

"We will have more pigs born."

"There are more people and more power."

"We have to make more green totems to increase the reproduction ability of our population."

Dillon opened his eyes and laughed loudly. "Okay. At that time, I will train our newborn children."

"I want to teach them how to shoot arrows and ride mounts, use axes and hammers."

"Let the teacher see who has the talent of a shaman, and teach these talented little guys, the shaman's ability to make totems."

The orc prophet squeezed a smile. "Of course."

"By the way, Dillon, are we now in a truce with the elves?"

Dillon nodded and said, "Yes. Since the elves have already assumed that our land belongs to us now, and the pigmen city-states remaining on the side of the elves are the pigmen and orcs who are the most loyal to the elves, then we have no reason to be anymore. One step forward."

The orc prophet interjected faintly. "What about food? What about iron? Our own output is not enough."

Dillon didn't pay much attention to this matter. "You can attack the lowland territories of the elves and grab these things. I will suppress this predatory behavior as a spontaneous plundering action by ordinary orcs. In this way, there is no reason for the elves to go to war with us."

The orc chief had left here, because the duel of the gods over there attracted him even more.

The orc prophet looked at the back of the chief who had left.

He chuckled. "Dillon, you can't go to war if you don't."

"Under the influence of the fertility totem, the number of our ethnic group will expand several times, and the food that has expanded to the lowlands cannot support our population."

"You who don't want to give up anyone, at that time, you can only be forced to wage a real war against the elves."

By then, Pericles could not drag on any longer.

…………

On the plateau, the Senate, in the name of the Father God, issued two decrees, namely, to rebuild 23 elven city-states and 23 city-states on the plateau to clean up the strong acid pollution within 10 kilometers of them.

The current capital has not yet been completed, and everyone can only use the circular assembly hall as the meeting place for the Senate.

Their current topic is initiated by a veteran, the reform of paper.

The elder said: "Because we now have a large number of parliaments and Senate, our policies and directives require a lot of paper to write and preserve, and paper made of papyrus can no longer keep up with our demand for paper. "

"I need to apply for a dedicated team to develop new paper."

"We need people and resources."

A group of elders began to discuss this issue.

Some people think that they must now focus on rebuilding the city and purifying the land, and the resources needed for research and development ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can be carried out later.

Some people think that this is a top priority and cannot be delayed.

Diana said to Pericles sitting next to him: "Look, they have quarreled, and our efficiency has been slowed down."

"If you were the king, there would be no such thing, just let them make paper."

Pericles smiled and said, "If it hadn't been for the veteran to suddenly mention the paper matter, would you and I think of such small details? After all, we are all busy, and we usually have no chance to notice this."

"Although our discussion will take some time, if there is no brainstorming, the former Wang Ting seldom notices what the grassroots needs in society."

"Besides, the truth is the more debated, the clearer."

"I don't think we were slowed down."

Diana laughed, her long hair draped over her shoulders soft and smooth. "Yes. I can't get into the tip of a horn."

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