On the westernmost side of the narrow southern coast, the territory of the former Black Pig Tribe, and now the territory of the orcs.

The first thing the orc prophet did after returning to the orc territory from the land of the elves was to find Dillon and ask him to send people to do one thing, that is, to create a new totem during this one-year-long sacrifice ceremony.

Dillon raised his eyebrows strangely. "Prophet."

“We have only recently held a ceremony to make totems.”

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

The killing totem seems to have a bloody color. When you approach, you can feel the whispers that persuade you to kill. The Tyrannosaurus Rex totem, the ancient city Tyrannosaurus totem, and the White Horse totem are all enshrined beside you, enjoying the duel in front of the gods and the sacrifices of orc shamans.

The orcs also looked at the orc prophets.

Why do you suddenly create a new totem?

The Orc Prophet chuckled. "It's not about interrupting the fun of your duel, but we have the habit of making new totems after each battle, and this time is no exception."

"And the elves have just received the reward from God the Father, possessed the Philosopher's Stone, and their strength has increased greatly."

The prophet explained the role of the Philosopher's Stone, and he looked at Dillon: "Now, your guerrilla tactic of attacking the east and west can no longer help you break through the elves' city, so I am ready to summon the pig man wandering souls of this continent and create a fertility totem."

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

"The stronger our strength is."

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

"I think Dillon, you have no objection?"

Dillon agreed deeply, and he said to the prophet: "Prophet, you are right, then hold a shamanic ceremony to create totems."

"Thank you for your efforts to do our part."

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

After a brief preparation, the shaman ceremony was officially held at twelve noon.

Nowadays, the shamanic inheritance of orcs is no longer a wild path in the past, but has a rigorous inheritance system.

The orcs who had no squads to beat had to stand shirtless and stand in groups of three or five on the periphery of the shaman conference to watch the shaman ceremony.

One hundred and fifty orc shamans stood in front of the dinosaur skin drum and made a sound of conjuring the soul. One hundred shamans were dancing the shamans in front of them. The strange drum sound was like the beating of your heart, but the drum sound was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

A pig man watching around turned into a pig's liver color. He covered his heart and began to retching.

Dillon walked over.

The pig man 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 Pig Man: "You are too close. I remember I said that when shaman rituals are held, the Pig Man cannot be too close. Look, even many orcs stand a hundred meters away to watch the shaman's rituals."

Before the pig man could speak, he was thrown out. He screamed in the air, and as he screamed, he was carried in his hands...the orcs there.

Seeing that the pig man had been caught, Dilong stopped paying attention.

On the field, the shaman ceremony was on track.

The dance of a hundred shamans in strange postures seemed to have turned into four hands and four feet under the reflection of the fire. If you look closely, you will find that these guys are not dancing at all and have been maintaining the same posture.

This is the influence of the soul-summoning ritual on human mental power, which will cause many hallucinations.

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

The orc prophet slowly passed through the drum-beating shamans, the dancing shamans, and he stood to the heights of the crowd, singing the words of the wishes of God.

"The soul returns to God, and the world is praying for creation."

"Broken flesh and blood, protecting the world."

"The dead are coming, my Lord blesses..."

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

The shamanic ceremony was held late on the third day.

The orc prophet threw the totem made of peach wood into the flame, and the flame tongue suddenly rose up, ten meters high. He stared at the totem in the flame silently, then put his hand into the flame and took out the totem.

By this time, the shaman ceremony ended perfectly.

The orcs scattered themselves and prepared to continue their duel.

Dilon found the Orc Prophet, who repeatedly observed the green totem in his hand. "Dilon, this is the green totem."

"With this green totem tribe, it can greatly increase fertility."

“We will have more and more pigs born.”

"There are more people and more power will be greater."

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

Dillon smiled and laughed loudly. "Okay. Then, I will train us newborn children."

"I want to teach them the ability to shoot archery and ride mounts, use axes and hammers."

"Let the teacher see who they have the talent of shamans and teach these talented little guys the ability to make totems."

The Orc Prophet squeezed out a smile. "Of course."

"By the way, Dillon, are we going to truce the elves now?"

Dillon nodded and said, "Yes. Since the elves have already made up our land now, and the remaining pig people and city-states on the elves are all the most loyal elves pig people and orcs, then we have no reason to take another step forward."

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

Dillon didn't care much about this matter. "You can attack the elves' lowland territory and grab these things. I will suppress this behavior of sweeping into spontaneous plundering operations of ordinary orcs, so there is no reason for the elves to start a war with us."

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

The orc prophet looked at the chief's departure.

He laughed. "Dilon, you can't help but fight."

"Under the influence of fertility totem, the number of our ethnic groups will expand several times, and the lowland food cannot support our population,"

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

And by then, Pericre could not drag on it anymore.

…………

On the plateau, the Senate issued two laws in the name of the Father God, namely, rebuilding 23 elves and 23 city-states on the plateau are responsible for cleaning up the strong acid pollution within 10 kilometers of their vicinity.

The capital has not been completed yet, so everyone can only use the circular venue to serve as the meeting place for the Senate.

Their current issue is initiated by a veteran, reforming paper.

The senator said: "Because we now have a lot of parliament and senate, our policies and directives require a lot of paper to be written and preserved, 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 papers."

“We need people and resources.”

The elders began to discuss this issue.

Some people believe that they must now focus on rebuilding cities and purifying land. R&D requires a lot of resources and can be carried out later.

Some people think that this move is an urgent task and should not be delayed.

Diana said to Berlicley sitting beside her: "Look, they've already started arguing, and our efficiency has been slowed down."

"If you become king, there would be no such thing. Just let them make paper."

Berlekri smiled and said, "If this veteran hadn't suddenly mentioned the paper, would you and I have thought of such small details? After all, we are all very busy and we don't have the chance to notice this at all."

"Although our discussion takes some time, if we don't brainstorm, Wang Ting in the past rarely noticed what the grassroots of society needed."

"Besides, the more the truth is, the more clear it is."

"I don't think we're being slowed down."

Diana smiled, her long hair draped over her shoulders was soft and smooth. "That's right. I can't get into the horns."
Chapter completed!