The orc prophet's rage disappeared, "Dilon."

He kept silent for a rare moment.

He once forced Dillon away for the sake of power design, but more than a hundred years have passed. People have changed, environment has changed, society has changed, and the prophets don’t even want to think about the past.

"Dilon, where did he go?"

The orc prophet asked in a sigh.

The visiting orc with slightly red skin took out a chart from his chest, ignored all the orcs who raised their weapons to him, and presented the chart to the orc prophet in Merlin's curious eyes.

“There are new lands beyond the lowlands and plateaus.”

The orc with a slightly red skin said in a commemorative tone: "That is my hometown. Its sunshine is more dazzling than here. Its land is full of steep peaks. To the east is a vast grassland. A race called the Horseman lives there as a tribe. On the plateau, there were originally some Taurus natives. They were gentle in character, but were often invaded and plagued by the Horseman tribes."

"After His Majesty Diron crossed there, he helped the Taurus, and as just people presided over the justice between the two races of the Horseman and the Taurus."

"In this process, we also learned the culture of the Taurus and Horse people and established the knight-leader system."

"At the same time, a new usage of totem was discovered in the primitive religious tradition of the Taurus."

The Orc Prophet originally wanted to ask what is the Knight-Legend system, but now he suddenly asked: "New usage?"

"The Father is here, and we have solved the historical problems with the elves of the Holy Scar Island a few geniuses and exchanged our historical and cultural precipitation, and that experience can also be applied between us and you."

"I think God the Father will also approve of our practice."

“We are far away now.”

"The conflict is no longer, but the friendship remains."

The orc muscles with slightly red skin bulged, and he suddenly punched forward, and the air was sobbing, and a stream of air exploded, and some kind of energy swelled in the air.

The orc prophet saw the ancestor's spirit merge with this guy's body.

By the way, he carved the totem on himself...

The Orc Prophet tried hard to see the principle, but the time was too short and he couldn't see anything.

He showed an appropriate smile. "Is Dillon currently here on this chart?"

On the map, near the plateau and the lowlands, is a huge full moon-shaped mountain.

The place is far from the lowlands.

The visiting orc pointed out his position. "I came with the mind of reconciliation."

"If we cannot resolve these legacy hatreds, we will never be able to welcome our new life."

"Where I was born, the orcs were respected, we were regarded as representatives of wisdom, the horses, although they were cruel, they regarded us as leaders, and the taurens regarded us as protectors, and because we incorporated the totem into ourselves, we produced some energy called Qi in our bodies, which caused some changes in our muscles and skin."

"We call ourselves Highland Orcs."

The visitor looked at the orc prophet with a provocative meaning. "But as far as I know, the orcs who stayed here were split."

"So we come to reconcile, both for us and for you."

The orc prophet's face turned ugly.

He should have been the happiest person for his birthday, but now he is the angry person.
Chapter completed!