The Mythical Races I Created

On the podium of the Citizens' Assembly Hall, Elder Schopener announced the result. With the spirit's memory, dynamic vision, and wind magic, he easily divided the yes and no votes into two piles.

"2341 yes votes, 2342 votes... a total of 6,800 votes..."

"No..."

Schopenh announced. "Under the witness of God the Father, the result of the sacred ballot tells us that the citizens' assembly passed a decree prohibiting heavy duty."

He looked at the head of state on the side, and then said: "Next, please let the head of state speak to us about the [Guominguan] system."

Pericles stated to the elves that the private actions of the Three Cities Alliance had a huge impact on the kingdom's diplomacy.

In order to prevent this from happening again, and to prevent the parliament from passing more extreme bills in the future, we must have people who can protect the public interest and the kingdom.

This person is the guarantor.

The elves felt that the Three Cities Alliance had its own way and was rather outrageous, so they easily accepted this proposal.

One by one, the palms were slightly raised, and **** were released, and the ballots fluttered in the wind and fell to the ballot box.

The entire kingdom has undergone another reform during this war.

...

The time on the plateau passed quickly.

The war between the elves and the orcs soon began. The elves asked Dillon to abandon the development strategy of opposing the elves, or step down and replace them with a leader who can make both the elves and the orcs better. The elves paid for this. force.

[Golden sword] turned into a tactical bombing that spans two kilometers.

All the way into the depths of the orc territory, and then the elves encountered an unexpected accident, it is the Silmarillion.

The orcs also fought angrily. They had no war goals, they just fought for the sake of fighting.

Three months have passed, and the plateau is in war.

Six months later, the plateau is still out of war.

The war seems to never disappear.

Dillon, the orc, rejected any proposal from the elves, and also refused to subordinate. He called on more than 200,000 orcs and more than 6 million pigs to fight the elves.

In this war, the elves were limited to the war goals, unable to kill at the sight of people as before in the Three Cities Alliance, while the orcs themselves were in chaos.

Six months later, Marlinie and Dillon met for the last time by a stream.

Dillon whispered to Marlinie: "Miss Elf, you have your parcel and luggage, are you leaving?"

Marlinie looked at Dillon, and there were a few more burn marks on Dillon's face.

The war has left too many marks on this man.

Marlini nodded slightly, wondering why she wanted to hear Dillon to keep herself. "I'm leaving. You are at war with the elves, and we are enemies. I can't stay here for too long, now is the time to leave."

"Ohhhhh... you have been here for too long, goodbye, Marlinie."

"Um... beast."

Marlinie walked forward.

What is she thinking?

From the beginning to the end, Dillon only saw that he was worthy of use. He was an excellent general and a strong orc with victorious battles.

His reputation will survive the victory over the Swarm and the breach of the Creek Fortress, and his reputation will remain forever. Even if the legend is tens of thousands of years later, he will still be able to hear this eternal reputation.

The orc Dillon will become a legendary character like his teacher Pericles.

And he was just an ordinary elf, ordinary to no more ordinary.

The grass-colored hair behind Marlinie swayed in the breeze, as if scratching Dillon's heart, making Dillon two steps forward, wanting to say something.

Marlini... why are you leaving?

I need you.

In the days without you, I am lonely and lonely. Why do you want to leave? Can you... stay?

Just as Dillon was about to ask to stay, Marlini suddenly said after a few steps: "The beast. Without me, you should win more wars, win more glory, and live a happier life." "

"Maybe in a hundred years, you will be an excellent orc leader."

"Um..." Dillon grinned reluctantly. "Yes, Miss Elf must also be a better druid."

"Next time you meet, you must be an archdruid."

A beast completely made him feel inferior.

He is just an orc.

How dare he say to Marlinie, I love you, how dare he say this.

He has a low self-esteem.

Once she said it, Marlinie would feel that she had insulted her, and she would definitely hate herself to the bone, it would be better to... just leave it alone.

By the creek, under the shadow of the woods, the two of them drifted away.

Just as the elves and orcs of today are drifting away.

About two hundred meters apart, Marlinie turned around again, and she took a deep breath, as if she was trying to understand something, again with the beautiful and moving smile that Dillon had seen.

Marlene yelled to him: "Beast, I once heard a legend from the teacher, if two friends are about to separate in a long period of time, they can write blessings to their friends on the note, and put Put in a glass bottle, and then throw this glass bottle into the ocean, so that the ocean preserves the blessings of these two friends."

"I don't know, would you like to do it?"

If it's someone else, Dillon will only think it's nothing to do. What kind of paper to write, it's just hypocritical.

However, this request was made by Marlinni.

Dillon nodded decisively and agreed.

He walked to Marlini, and the two of them wrote their blessings on white paper in a speechless, silent and weird atmosphere, then rolled them into a ball and put them in a glass bottle.

Marlinie put the bottle into the creek.

She squatted down and put her hand on the bottle gracefully, the green magical light shining brightly. "I applied a druid spell about wind on this glass bottle."

"This bottle will travel across the ocean and send our blessings to each other to the ends of the world."

Marlini got up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and glanced at Dillon sadly, she turned and left, and quickly recovered her calm in her heart.

Marlinie, he is just a passerby in your life.

You don't deserve to have him, but you don't need to be sad.

Because you wrote on that piece of paper, ‘I like you, Chief Beast. ’

Dillon looked at the shadow of Marlinie's departure. How many times did he want to shout loudly, Marlinie, I ask you not to go, but Dillon felt that he was not worthy of Marlinie. He was too inferior.

He dared not open his mouth.

He only dared to write on that piece of paper the thoughts he felt nasty and selfish-‘Miss Elf, I wish you happiness, I love you. ’

Finally, Dillon turned and walked towards the orc camp.

When a person is young, it is always easy to miss a beautiful person because of his little face and stubbornness.

When they reacted, this situation has become a remembrance.

At that time, there were already other people around them.