The Mythical Races I Created

　　 The orc base area held a grand ceremony to worship the gods.

Thousands of pigmen/orcs surrounded the fire pit in the center, beating the dinosaur drum in their hands. The sound of the'dong','dong', and'dong' drums seemed to penetrate the distance between the mountains and the sea. From the bottom of the earth, the heart of every orc and pig beating with the sound of drums.

　　‘咚~’

　　‘咚~’

　　 The stick beats on the dinosaur skin drum surface, and the normal drum beats are mixed with some enlightening drum sounds.

　　Even the most mediocre orcs, they also have the gift given by the spirit of creation. Their music and painting carry their special spiritual power and can communicate with the souls of all things in this world.

　　 I don't know when, the sky dimmed.

　　 It started to rain all around.

　　 The fire pit in the center of the orcs spit out even more hot tongue, and on the fire pit was placed a wooden cup that the spirit of the initiation and the orc prophet signed a contract.

　　 With the ceremony, it became incandescent.

　　 The orc priests began to praise the spirit of creation, praising the great process that the spirit of creation gave birth to all things in the mind and bestowed talents for all things in the world.

　　 Many white emptiness souls appeared in the sky.

　　 These are the souls of dead orcs.

　　 This ritual is not only a sacrifice to the gods, but also a large-scale totem production to summon the spirits of ancestors.

　　They are making new totems and ancestral spirits!

　　 Orc Dillon looked at the success of the ceremony with satisfaction.

　　 He beat his chest with his right hand and bent down to the direction of the fire pit. "Praise the great Father God, you have brought us victory."

After the ceremony was completed, Dillon left here and returned to his camp.

　　 As soon as he went back, he saw a dark figure standing in the camp.

　　 "Who?" Dillon smoothly removed his hammer from the shelf.

　　 The orc prophet smiled and said, "It's me, Dillon."

　　 He lit a torch, and the fire illuminated the Prophet’s face. "Dillon, I want to thank you for our orcs. You helped us orcs win enough food for the winter and gained the fanatical worship of our people. Dillon, the master did not misunderstand you. You are the best chief of our orcs. "

　　 Dillon saw that it was the prophet, so he hung the weapon on the wooden stand again.

　　 "Master, what are you doing here."

　　 The Orc Prophet twitched, he suppressed his anger, and said with a strong smile: "Dillon, I want to apologize to you for what happened last time."

"I……"

　　 Dillon glanced at the Prophet. "Last time? Master, I never remember extra things. I don't know what happened between us."

　　 "Haha, of course." The Prophet stepped forward and patted Dillon on the shoulder. "We are still the same as before."

　　 Dillon handed the Prophet a large glass of ale, and took a sip first. "This is just the beginning."

　　 "The elves' recent deployment of troops is very strange. I guess they must be trying to solve our orcs in one go, and then solve the insect swarm."

　　 "This means that they have recently carried out large-scale military operations against the swarm."

　　 "This is my chance. At that time, when our army swept it, it would surely be able to inflict heavy damage on them."

　　 The orc prophet is quite suspicious. "But I am worried that this will anger Father God."

　　 Dillon rashly tossed the wine glass aside and wiped the corners of his mouth. "So we must sacrifice to God the Father with more sacrifices. We have to sacrifice a lot more than the Elves, and God the Father will grant us victory."

　　 The orc prophet said: "If this is the case, so be it."

　　 "Do what you want, Dillon."

"What about the female elf you brought back? Why do you send someone to take care of her daily life, provide her with the best food, and the best clothes? I don't understand you more and more, Dillon ."

　　 "The elves are our enemy. I originally thought, at least on this point, we could have the same opinion."

　　 Dillon shook his head. "She is the guest I invited back, not our enemy."

　　 "That's good." The orc prophet narrowed his eyes, his anger flashed, he turned around, and slowly walked out of the camp.

　　 "Dillon, you are the chief, just do what you want."

　　……

　　 In the evening, Dillon walked through half a messy settlement.

　　 When he came to the parasite gathering area, it was like **** on earth, and every pigman who was alive had a lifeless look in his eyes.

　　 This will make you feel that what you have walked into is not a living world, but a ghostly and dead city in the underworld.

　　 Corpses were randomly placed on the streets.

　　 In the messy building of pig people, some eyes will look at you from the dark room.

　　 When they see Dillon, they stick their hands out of the bay window. "Help~Help~"

　　 "Chief, help me~Save our children~"

　　A half-old pig boy, if he walks on the street, he is skinny and terrifying.

　　 The orcs kept all the pigmen parasitized by the parasites in this area and let them wait here to die.

　　 Even if Dillon never gave up these pigmen in his heart, but he was used to killing opponents in the battlefield, and when he entered this gathering place full of death and ugliness, he was still a little bit... horrified.

　　 He asked himself if he did not die on the battlefield, but died here, how humiliating it would be.

　　 Dillon soon found the elf [Marlinni] who had returned from his captive.

　　【Mallineni】 is sitting on the ground, applying ointment to a thin old pig. The pig soldiers behind her all wear some linen cloth to cover their mouth and nose, but【Mallineni】has not done so at all.

　　 Her grass-colored beautiful hair fell on her forehead, her hair was wet with sweat, and her beautiful facial features seemed to emit a faint white light.

　　Mallini dealt with the pigman intently, and even Dillon was standing behind her without noticing it.

　　 "Why don't you wear protective measures?"

　　 Dillon couldn't help asking. "You are our only physician. If you are parasites, God the Father will definitely not forgive me."

　　Marlini noticed him, "Beast, you are quite loving."

　　 "But do you know what the source of these parasites is?"

　　 Dillon shook his head.

Marlene sighed: "You ruined everything that the elves gave you. Originally, the pig city had a good sewage system, but when you ruled yourself, it took only a few years to successfully civilize and let you I live in a pile of excrement."

　　 "These excrement will nourish some kind of tiny life."

　　 "It is these tiny lives that are parasitic on your body that make you sick. However, at present, the orc's physique is unexpectedly good, and none of them has been infected with these tiny lives."

"Oh, Teacher Pericles guessed that your orcs are also the creations of the Father God, and now I think so too, otherwise, why would you drink a few cylinders of wine and mess around all night without being parasited by any parasites. Such a powerful physique? , Almost scared these tiny lives."

　　 "But you'd better avoid places where parasites are concentrated. After all, you are not really immune to parasites."

　　 "And what I have to do now is to find a way to communicate with these tiny beings, persuade them, and give up parasitism on pigs."

　　 "Although Mr. Pericles mentioned similar ideas before, there are no details. I still need some time to explore."

　　Mallinie said indifferently while dealing with the patient: "Another point, elves will never be parasitic by parasites."

　　 Dillon nodded blankly.

　　 "Oh, then I really envy you."

　　 He sat behind Marlinie and watched her deal with the patient.

　　 I don't know why, Dillon suddenly fell in love with him, and watched Marlinie treat the pigman carefully.

　　 Maybe she is beautiful?

　　No, no, it's the second best thing, but I don't know why, just looking at Marlinie like this, he feels very relaxed.

When the sun went down completely, Dillon saw that Marlinie was still taking care of the pigman. He couldn't help but said: "It's too late to deal with it tomorrow, Marlinie, you should rest. I don't understand your virtues. Rui, but our fighters can only exert his combat effectiveness after a good rest."

　　 Marlini shook her head with her back to him, she tried to comfort the piglets with sympathy and sadness.

　　 "I don't need to rest, beast."

　　 She really cares about this pig man.

　　Dillon was silent. He looked at Marlinni and remembered the words that the orc prophet had persuaded himself to give up these pigmen.

　　 He finally understood why he liked to look at Marlinie like this.

　　 Only because of Marlinni, like herself ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ attaches great importance to these parasitic pigmen, and did not abandon them, and did not treat them as human beings.

　　 Even, Marlinie is more attentive than herself.

　　 Dillon asked if he really couldn't help the parasitic pigman, then he had to give up in the end, but Marlini's gleaming eyes were filled with persistence and dedication.

　　 It is hard to imagine that such a woman would give up these pigmen.

　　 Time gradually passed, and because Dillon was too late, he could only choose to leave the parasite concentration area.

On the way back, the image of Marlinie appeared in Dillon’s heart again and again. Dillon remembered that his biological parents had lived together, and remembered that Maiev’s mother told him that when two people truly love each other, Can be together.

　　 Then, he shook his head, feeling a sense of inferiority in his heart.

　　 Standing in front of his camp, Dillon looked at his huge palm. "People just treat you as a beast, Dillon. She will never like a big five and three big orc."

　　 "Hurry up and put your mind on the next war."

　　 The huge back of this orc looks lonely and low self-esteem.

　　 At this moment, an orc ran over in a panic and said to Dillon: "It's on fire, it's on fire! Chief."

　　 Dillon got rid of his sorrow, turned his body, and grabbed him. "What's on fire?"

"Food...grain and grass." The orc soldier tremblingly said, "The food you took back is on fire. It was set on fire by a pigman spy. His father used to be a pigman overseer. We should have found out. Damn, we There is no review of the identity and background of the pig man guarding the food."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Dillon had already rushed out like a chariot.