The next day, Wendini led a small group of elves to sneak into the jungle and contact the people from other elves communes.

Because the swarms need to prevent them from discovering them, they only brought a small team of people.

Dylan rode a ceratops, headed to the lowlands on the southern coast, crossed the elves' city, and stepped into the territory of the former Black Pig Tribe, and now Dyron and the orc prophets' world.

On the way, he met a group of patrolling pig soldiers.

These pigs were surprised that Dylan obviously had an elf-style clothing style, but because Dylan was an orc, and the orc tribe did not dare to search Dylan at that time.

In this way, Dylan went deep into the depths of the Orc territory.

After half a day of trekking, he came to the orc's mobile tent.

The beast soldiers guarding the camp saw him and walked over with great strides. "Who are you? Why have we never seen you?"

"Are you a newly transformed orc, come and report it to the Chief?"

"Hey, answer me."

The beast soldier picked up the hammer on his back. The surface of the hammer was revealed. He weighed it and walked towards Dylan. "You guy, hurry up, I'll go for lunch later. Don't be too slow to be like an elf."

Dylan has been observing Dylan's sacrificial tribute and his camp.

With his affection and curiosity, he observed the orcs in the camp. These orcs grew up differently from him, but they were all orcs.

Dylan looked at the Beast Soldier. "Warrior, I want to see your Chief."

"I come on behalf of the vast will of God the Father and the will of the king of the Elf Kingdom."

The orcs who were lazy and napping in the camp stood up as if they were war horses hearing the order. They raised the hammer on their backs and pointed it at Dylan.

Dylan didn't seem to see the hostility of so many orcs.

He felt that he represented the will of the kingdom, and these orcs were once the people of the kingdom, and now they were just traitors.

"Tell you the illegal chief, God the Father and the king of France, Belikri, authorized by the kingdom, send the son of Mavie, the revenge druid, and the wrath of nature, to come and ask for a meeting with Dillon, the son of Mavie, who is proclaimed to be king."

The orcs looked at each other.

An orc spitted on the ground and looked at Dylan with contempt. "We heard from the Chief that you heard of you, Dylan. You were adopted by Mavi of the Watcher, but Mavie betrayed us."

"We didn't expect that you were still working for the elves."

He turned and walked towards the tent. "The Chief has mentioned you many times, so since it was your request, I think the Chief will at least meet you."

…………

Because the elves took the initiative to provide them with food, Dillon did not need to organize military operations during this period.

He stayed in the tent and made new totems.

A totem of the White Horse Totem can organize a powerful army. The Tyrannosaurus Rex Totem allows him to pass through thousands of troops. The Tyrannosaurus Totem of the Ancient City is a precious spiritual attack spell.

He felt that if a new powerful totem could be made, the orcs could be strengthened again.

But the most important thing is that only when making a new totem can he temporarily remove Marlinni's beautiful figure from his mind.

The eyes of the woman who worked hard to treat the sick pig man, who had not slept for several days and nights, made Diron unable to sleep again and again, and how many times Diron wanted to tell Marlinni how he felt.

However, every time he met, the wild beast that Marlinni spoke made him give up and did not have the courage to tell Marlinni his feelings.

“Made completed.”

Dillon said: "Women will betray me, but war will not. I can always gain benefits from war, but women will only fascinate me."

"I just need to worship God the Father and dominate the war."

He slapped the dinosaur drum beside him and chanted the religious songs of the shaman.

If the wild drum beats sound like the north wind, each sound seems to match the frequency of your heart beating, ethereal and weird.

This is the joy of shaman's soul-summoning.

Click ~

A sound of shattering sounded in disharmoniously among the wild and ethereal religious music.

The totem cracked!

Dillon was shocked.

The drum sound came to an abrupt end.

Because the shaman talent is better than the prophet himself, he never missed the totem when making it.

But why did the totem crack this time?!

He opened his eyes, but was even more shocked.

"God of Father who brings us victory, this...you really like to joke with me."

He stood up, picked up the shattered totem, and used his powerful spiritual power to soothe the boiling ancestor spirit.

‘The spirit of the ancestors, I will find you a new home next time. Hum? Don’t you want to? You still attack the person who made this statue? Are you angry? Oh, are you saying, are you looking for death?’

‘Since it’s not, why don’t you get out of here?’

Behind Dilong a white horse ancestor spirit rose. The political totem intimidated these weak ancestor spirits, and the ancestor spirit had to leave him helplessly.

Dillon picked up the totem fragments and pieced them together in a trance.

"The Spirit of Creation in All Things, the totem I carved should be the Triceratops totem, but why does it look like Marlinni?"

"Has that woman captured my heart?"

"But I am just a beast in her eyes. God, why do you make me so sad? No, Father, I ask you to forgive my nonsense. My heart is already in chaos."

"what do I do?"

Dilon's eyes flashed with tyranny, and the violent craze buried in the blood of the orc race bottomed out and rebounded.

"Yes, I'm the chief, I won't be confused by a woman."

He crushed all the wood carving fragments in his hand, cruel and savage.

An orc came in outside suddenly, and the beast soldiers opened the curtain and beat the chest with their palms.

"Chief, there is a man outside who claims to be a messenger of the Elf Kingdom, asking to meet you, and he said that he came with the will of God the Father and the will of the Elf King."

Dilong suddenly turned around. "Kill."

The beast soldier said that he was worthy of being the chief, and he had no hesitation at all.

He explained: "But this man is an orc, and he claims to be the son of Mavie, and said you will definitely meet him."

The fury in Dillon's eyes instantly dissipated, and he said in surprise: "Dylan?"

"It's him."

"This guy is still alive. I always thought he had been tortured to death by the elves."

"Hahaha……"

"I didn't expect him to become an orc."

Dilong took a jar of ale from the ground and poured a few sips into his mouth. "Hahaha..."

"I asked someone to kill the meat of the largest triceratops we raised. By the way, aren't there any ancient cats? Those cats don't have much meat, but they are very delicate."

"We have guests here today and we just took them out and cooked them."

"I always feel that I lack right-hand man. Dylan is here. We two brothers will definitely be invincible."

The happy memories of the past come back to Dillon's mind.

At that time, he and Dylan experienced the happiest memories of his life. Although they were only six months, they seemed to have passed two years.
Chapter completed!