The Mythical Races I Created

Persepolis, at the Führer’s desk, Diana is talking with Pericles.

Diana flipped through the war report that Boli Kerry had shown her, and shook her head. Ren and Severus are in a tough battle."

"His ingenuity also prevented the orcs from being immediately defeated by the elves."

"But we still have the ability to defeat the orcs." Diana looked at Pericles, staring at him. "The power of the Druid of the Ancient Tree of Life is sufficient to fight against the Host."

Pericles smiled. "It really doesn't seem to be what you said."

"Sacrifice Lord, even if we defeat the orc society, what can we do? If the orc society is a swarm, we only need to kill all of them, then things will be much easier. I will fight together with Beamon, maybe it will be possible. Kill Dillon."

"But the orcs are not our mortal enemies in the strict sense."

"Don't forget that our war goal is to make the orcs abandon the current development strategy. The intensity of the war we can conduct is also limited."

Pericles stood up and said, "Although I am a little hypocritical to say that."

"In the face of millions of dead pigmen and orcs who died in battle, I still want to say that this is an elven civilization's guiding war against the afterlife civilization. This war is long because of being the eldest son. This elven civilization does not want to destroy the orc society."

Diana sighed helplessly, and threw the report back to Pericles's desk.

"What you say is not hypocritical."

"Standing in our place, if we want to change the current status quo, it is wishful thinking to not bleed."

"The root of the orc society lies in their backwardness, but the appearance is that there are too many of them."

"I hope that the orc prophet can accumulate power in the war and create the power that can change all of this."

Pericles nodded. "Try to ensure that our people will not have problems. Every society must pay for their choices. This is what they choose."

"We are not God the Father, it is impossible, to bear the price of the choices they made for them."

Pericles looked at the image of Father God. "I only hope that the Orc Prophet will not be a bad choice. But the road ahead is long, and it is because there is no precedent at all that our business will be so difficult."

"But if we make it."

"Our deeds will become the template for all the younger generations in the future, and will provide them with a reference for solutions when encountering embarrassing situations similar to ours in the future."

Pericles looked firm. "What we have to do today is the happiness of future generations who can lie on the green grass and read in the sun."

Diana agreed. She said to Pericles: "Syves, Severus, and Dylan the orcs have all entered the lowlands to fight."

"And I want to discuss with you today and draw up a proposal. I want to build my own city-state, an acropolis of the capital, a city dedicated to collecting history, organizing knowledge, and writing hymns."

"I think it is necessary to summarize the results of our work. Although, I am the only one doing these tasks."

"Beli Creek, it's just that I am worried that there are not enough people around you to assist you in the work of the head of state."

Pericles smiled, he picked up the pen on the desk, said a name, and wrote his name on the paper.

"It doesn't matter, you go. As the high priest of the gods, you don't want to intervene in this war. Your appearance represents the will of the Father God in a sense, and you really can't appear on the battlefield against the orcs."

"I also have Wendini on my side, she is an excellent student of mine."

"After I contacted Bashir, I found that this elf is also good, and he will also be my help. The people of the Three Cities Alliance are still under my control."

"The little Augustus kid is also a very good assistant and has helped me a lot."

"Please do it with confidence, Diana, I'm still at ease."

Diana nodded, and she looked at Berwick and said: "My lord, I hope you can always remain humble and sober now. If so, you will be forever."

"Don't deviate from the way of God."

She got up and left. Pericles was about to build the acropolis for collecting knowledge. If there is no objection, the Senate should also be able to pass.

The construction of the Acropolis only requires the approval of the Senate, and the construction of a new city-state requires the convening of a citizens' assembly.

She will train outstanding civilians in that city!

After Diana left, Pericles looked at the idol and whispered again: "Father, I hope I didn't choose the wrong orc."

...

In the space temple, after sweeping the gaze of the creation spirit across the plateau and lowlands, he turned his gaze back to the spider island again.

Shen Fanyu said: "The elven society and the orc society are in a virtuous war. That's good, as long as the war is maintained at this intensity."

"Whose dispute between the orc Dillon and the orc prophet will go to?"

"I don't want to know this through fate, I can see it with my own eyes."

After all, this dispute will have a huge impact on this orc society that has just gotten rid of slaves and is in a state of confusion for the future development. It is very likely that the development of the orc society in future generations will not be able to get rid of this battle between the chief and the prophet.

And this time the fight is quite special.

This is a battle without gunsmoke.

It is a struggle between the army and the shaman.

Just as Pericles fought for the throne with Severus and Kungu back then, it had a huge impact on the society of high elves.

In the future, the entire higher society will not be able to escape this influence.

The spirit of creation glanced at Kun Gu.

Kun Gu, who left with hundreds of elves, floated by boat to a salt-alkali land on the coast, where there were some sparse trees, where they had already taken root and started their own construction work.

It's just that it is different from the development of the stigmata and high elves in the past 27 years. Kungu and the others have no enemies and no resources, not only have their civilization stagnated, but they have also retreated.

This is like throwing a civilized man on an island. After twenty years, he may forget many things that only need to be done in a civilized society.

Now these wandering elves are facing the same thing.

Because of their sparse population, limited resources, and no enemies, although they still remember the civilizations that were once developed, those civilizations have not faded because of the long memories of the elves, but they have stagnated, so that they are compared with the other two elven societies. Going to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ began to look backward.

This is true whether it is from clothing styles or architectural features.

God's gaze penetrated everything, and He had a foreboding that these wandering elves might have in-depth exchanges with various races on the mainland in the future.

"In the future, how the wandering elves will come into contact with the various ethnic groups in the mainland will depend on how they deal with this contact."

The spirit of creation looked towards the spider island. After he removed the divine nature of the spider queen, the stigmatized elves could deal with it next, so he didn't need to help the stigmatized elves again.

"Half God (God Monster), Evil God, True God, God King, Heavenly Father, I..."

"The hierarchy is neat and orderly."

"The spider queen's divinity, which is far inferior to the evil god, is of no use to me, like polluted groundwater, dirty and inaudible."

"All I need is the body and soul of the queen of spiders. This will be a good material for creation."

The underground of the spider island.

After the spider whose divinity was abolished, it felt that its memory was about to split again.

It is angrily asking the stigmata elves to pay the price, it does not believe that there is a creator in this world, so the lies of the stigmata elves end here.

"The throne on that day has been empty for a long time, just waiting for future generations to take it."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be like this."

"Elves, although I don't know what method you used, I think you have all your cards, but I still have cards."

On the spider island, the spider monster clones of the dark temples crawled out of the stone temple. They actively cut off the connection with the main body, and the tubular organs were disconnected. Each spider monster walked towards the main city of the stigmata. The eight red eyeballs on the head of a spider monster clone are like big light bulbs in the dark, very weird.