My Magic Age

Several years later, a story became widely known in the orc world, a historical event that witnessed the long-lasting friendship between humans and orcs.

At that time, Hooying, who had become the great elder of the Centaur tribe, wrote to me, recalling the life-and-death disaster he had experienced during his youth in the wilderness. He also mentioned Qi Ge, saying that many orcs believed that an orc wolf boy led three human boys and girls on the Yagui beast to save the suffering poor orcs in the wilderness. In that era of great famine, just a campfire or a handful of green salt could save the lives of an orc family.

...beautiful dividing line...

We were actually very conflicted at the time, because after the four of us were robbed by this small group of lion-tiger robbers, although we gained a lot, we had used up most of the frost scrolls we relied on. Especially when Miss Qi told us that the scrolls that dealt a heavy blow to the robbers were strengthened with the first-level magic potion ice grass worth more than 100 gold, and the ordinary frost scrolls were good enough to freeze the horse's legs, which immediately cooled our rapidly expanding hearts.

Ordinary frost scrolls! This thing is also very good, it is used when hunting.

Without the saltwater pond and the old and weak magic antelopes, what else can we hunt? In the wilderness, it is nothing but a fool's dream to want to keep adult magic antelopes with bows and arrows alone. Their running speed can be said to be among the top three among all the first-level monsters in the wasteland. They are timid by nature and will flee at the slightest sign of trouble. Their only weakness is their strong curiosity. When they encounter something unusual, they always want to find out the truth. There is such a saying in the wasteland: curiosity kills a demon antelope.

Traps made of ordinary frost scrolls are still effective in hunting demon antelopes.

However, after experiencing a bloody battle, we deeply realized how powerful the hunters in the wasteland are, so we became more and more timid as we fought. Without the protection of the enhanced frost scroll, we really wanted to avoid everyone in the wasteland. The gains from this trip to the wasteland have far exceeded our imagination. I have already started to discuss with Kuz about finding a shortcut to return to Guludin Town, which is the first thing.

Especially at this time, it is best for our team not to show off. We have the Fire Gathering Scroll and salt. For other orcs, these are the most precious treasures in the wasteland. We dare not give the Fire Gathering Scroll we have to others easily, fearing that it will arouse the evil intentions of some powerful hunters, but we can't bear to see these poor people suffer. This is our contradictory idea.

Especially Kuz can't bear to see the poor ordinary hunters in the wasteland suffer. They even come to the wasteland to adventure just to fill their stomachs. However, in the absence of fuel and salt, it is difficult for the orcs to maintain their combat power. Lack of salt is very fatal and will put the body in a state of exhaustion. Drinking raw water for a long time will breed parasites in the body at best, and get sick at worst. In this wasteland, disease is almost equivalent to death. Not every good hunter knows herbal medicine.

After every struggle, when I met the pitiful beast hunters, I couldn't help but throw out the scrolls in my backpack and casually checked out some things we could use from their packages. Few of these poor beast hunters could hunt the magic antelope independently. If we couldn't find the magic antelope skin we needed most, we would pick some magic herbs that could be used. This was Miss Qi's happiest moment.

So, in the end, we could only disguise our small team as a small caravan. Qige, Katarina and I are all human. In the wilderness, it is not uncommon for human caravans to come and buy leather, animal tendons, and magic herbs. This makes sense. Kuz became the guide of our small team, but our original intention was to use this identity to conceal our true identity, to protect ourselves, and to do our best to help the poor orcs on the grassland. In this way, when we exchange goods, we always have to pretend to be novices who don’t know much. Sometimes, even a basket of potatoes was exchanged for a scroll of fire gathering, just because the little boy in the orc family had diarrhea for several days in a row. When we saw his sallow face and deep sunken eye sockets, we didn’t care about any principles.

Miss Qi is a potion master. Magicians who study potion science must be proficient in herbal medicine. Therefore, the decoction prepared by Miss Qi was not difficult to save the werewolf boy. His parents thanked him desperately at that time. The setting sun was slanting, and we only left long shadows.

... Beautiful dividing line...

We walked southwest along the Urutu River for nine days. The Urutu River turned south at this place, splitting a deep valley between the mountains of Yelian Mountain, passing through the Yelian Mountain Range and flowing through Guluding Town. Finally, at the Baipu Cliff on the westernmost side of the Pai Plateau, it turned into hundreds of tributaries directly from the thousand-meter-high peak, forming several waterfalls and merging into the Benma River below, which was surrounded by the mountains on the western foot of the Pai Plateau.

This road is also a shortcut to cross the Yelian Mountains and reach Guluding Town. However, the ancient plank road is not very wide, and even the Yagui beast can only barely pass on the plank road. Generally, caravans with thunder rhinos would not choose this route, as it is not feasible, but many orc hunters like to take this route, from the northern foothills wasteland to Gludin Town to sell leather and herbs. Our team also chose this route to return to Gludin Town.

In the past few days, after the heavy rain, the grass in the wasteland has grown wildly, and the entire wasteland has become a sea of ​​green. Standing on a high hill and looking far away, when the wind blows, you can see waves of green waves rising and falling, which is very spectacular.

At night, we camped on a high hill, and Kuz's face turned ugly. He had just carried an alloy bow for a short circle outside, and brought back a gray goose. It looked like this big goose Very fat. Normally, he would brag to me proudly about how superb his bow skills are. He can even shoot down wild geese flying in the sky. But tonight, he just plucked his hair silently. He refused to say anything.

Catalina seemed a little uneasy, and her eyes always looked into the distance with doubts. However, at dusk like this, even if there was a beast lurking in the knee-high weeds, it would be difficult for us to find it. It was quiet all around. Before setting up a temporary stove, I placed a fire-gathering scroll under the iron pot. The pot was filled with water. Catalina put the remaining mutton from the yellow sheep she hunted at noon into the pot. , he sat next to me and whispered to me: "Jia, I always feel uncomfortable, always panicked, and scared!"

These days, after being baptized by a battle, Catalina rarely showed timidity. She was the one who caught the yellow sheep at noon, holding a dagger. She used her weird "dodge step" to catch up and cut off the yellow sheep with one knife. Throat, kill. Now she actually told me that she felt scared for no reason, which was a bit weird.

I guess this danger does not come from wild beasts. An upright guy like Kurtz will never tolerate wild beasts lurking around us. His survival instinct allows him to easily feel the breath of wild beasts. This will He had a sullen face, but he just cooked the goose in silence. I realized that something was not good. Maybe the thing we were most worried about had happened.

The only explanation is that someone is following us secretly! And these people made Kurtz hide away and sulk.

"Azi!" I raised my head and looked at him. Sometimes between us brothers, he already understands what I mean without having to say something. This little orc who looks a bit honest is actually very delicate at heart. .

"Huh! They are ignorant. If they dare to come here, I will handle it!" When Kurtz spoke, there was some hatred and anger, but also a lot of helplessness and reluctance. His eyes were staring at the distant grassland in the dusk. One hand was clenched into a fist. I noticed that his legs were shaking.

I guess at such a life-threatening situation, the only one who could make Kurtz still not bear to take action was the group of orcs we helped during the day who were about to starve to death. These orcs come from the same orc tribe. It can be said that they are attached to the small werewolf tribe of the Blood Wolf Clan in Gurudin Town. They are located on the edge of the remote Death Swamp. In such a time of great famine, the leader of the orc tribe brought them to the north. It is an extremely helpless move to make a living in the wilderness of Lu. But this is not the worst thing. This small wolf tribe only has about two hundred people, but two-thirds of them are old, weak, sick and disabled. The young and strong werewolves participated in the battle to encircle and suppress the gray dwarves last year. The members of their tribe The men were not very lucky. Those warriors were surrounded and annihilated in a battle, and almost all of them died. When they came to the Beilu Wasteland, only the chief of the tribe was a warrior. In the entire tribe, except for women and children, there were only some who had lost their teeth. The old werewolf of light.

I remember that when we saw a group of werewolf children and wolf women squatting on the grass digging sweetgrass roots, I felt very sad. In the wilderness of the northern foothills where monsters are rampant, a group of children my age were just squatting in the grass, digging some grass roots for food. The older children would also take care of the younger children. Those wolf women didn't even have leather armor on their bodies, they just wore the simplest sheepskin skirts like leather tubes. They were just a group of poor indigenous people. I didn't understand at the time. Why would a group of people with almost no people come to the wilderness to seek a living?

We stopped Aguimon at that time and asked the wolf girl sitting next to us. She looked about the same age as me, but she was very thin and had a sallow complexion. She only wore a very simple suede yellow sheepskin to wrap her waist. , was weaving insects with a blade of grass and looking after a group of five or six-year-old werewolf children. I went to ask her: Why are you digging grass roots here to eat?

She told us that the great chief of their tribe was bitten by a wind wolf when he led his men to hunt a group of wilderness wind wolves the day before yesterday. The remaining men ran back and were no longer able to hunt large beasts. These days The children and women in the tribe have to go out to dig wild vegetables, otherwise everyone will starve to death. This tribe is a distant relative of the Blood Wolf tribe where Kurtz belongs, so we didn’t think too much at the time and gave them most of the bacon floss we carried. However, we didn’t expect that at night, this group of werewolves would follow us to the camp. Come by.