My Magic Age

When we gave away all our living materials to this lonely werewolf tribe, including three fire-gathering scrolls and ten meat floss bricks, which were made by Kuz himself from the fine meat of a one-horned bison in the saltwater pond. Although there are only ten pieces, each meat floss brick contains a lot of salt, and each meat floss brick is made by pounding five kilograms of meat floss. All you need to do is prepare a large pot of boiling water, use a dagger to split a whole meat floss brick into two, take out one of them and put it in the pot. There is almost no need to cook it. The meat floss brick will melt as soon as it enters the pot and will become a pot of thick meat soup. To be honest, a pot of meat soup alone cannot feed a tribe of more than 200 orcs. However, if we throw all the wild vegetable roots and vegetables in the hands of women and children into the pot and cook them together, it is enough to make a pot of tasty vegetable porridge. In fact, this is what we want to do. We provide them with meat floss and fire-gathering scrolls that can sustain the cooking of vegetable porridge for about a week, so that they can safely withdraw from the dangerous northern foothills wilderness. Even if they go back to their original place to dig ground potatoes to eat, it is better than waiting here to be eaten by wild beasts.

I have to say that this time we took out the supplies and gave them away directly, mostly because this group of tribal werewolves belonged to the werewolf tribe of Kuz's distant relatives and vassals. In addition, we saw many orc children who were about the same age as us. They were almost starved to the point of being skinny and looked very pitiful. This is also the reason. Only then did I realize that not all orc children at Kuz's age can have such outstanding hunting skills. Kuz is definitely a little genius among orc children.

But if our kindness turns into trouble, it is the last thing we want to see, but it happened.

This group of werewolves from the beast tribe secretly followed us to where we camped. Their existence can be hidden from ordinary people, but it can never be hidden from hunters with such legendary talents as "survival instinct". Even the sharp-eyed Catalina felt something was wrong. I went to ask Kuz, and Kuz angrily scolded them for being a group of ungrateful guys.

We were actually targeted by a group of refugee-like werewolves from the tribe because the supplies we took out when we rescued them attracted them. I wondered if this was the so-called wolf-heartedness?

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These days, every night, I have to take some time to draw some fire-gathering scrolls and frost scrolls. There is no shortage of ordinary magic herbs in this wasteland. Qi Ge has brought enough other materials before leaving, such as ore and magic crystal powder, so we can draw these scrolls at will after having a large amount of magic antelope parchment. Not only is my level of drawing scrolls slowly improving, but even the magic recovery skill "heating" has entered the seventh level. The magic skill "Heating" is a common magic skill for all races. Although it originated from Old Kuru, I found out that Miss Qi Ge also knew this skill very well when I was chatting with Qi Ge. Human magicians and orc shamans have the same conclusion on the "Heating" skill, which is to consume the magic power in the body to stimulate the increase of magic recovery speed. Repeated exhaustion of magic pools or magic cores will seriously damage magic mental power, but for a special existence like me who does not have a magic pool, "Heating" magic is like tailor-made for me. After the "Heating" skill gave me an additional 70% magic recovery speed, I discovered the great effect of this skill. Every time my magic power is exhausted, it can be quickly restored in just a quarter of an hour. If I enter meditation, it will be even faster.

The biggest feature of the "Heating" skill is that after entering the combat state, such a powerful recovery ability still exists. It is a state that exists forever without interruption. In this way, my ability to quickly recover my magic power gradually showed its true value. Although I could only maintain the mist form for less than a minute under the "Shadow Cloak" state before my magic power was exhausted and my original form was revealed, I could still sneak into the dark night again and transform into the mist form of shadow soon after.

I stopped Kuz's reckless behavior. This guy always liked to pick up his war bow and go to trouble the werewolf tribe with more than 200 people without even knowing the situation. Although we are not sure whether they have bad intentions, their behavior of sneaking up to our camp is obviously ill intentions. However, we have to find out the truth. I held down Kuz's hand holding the alloy bow and said to him, "I will sneak in among them to find out the situation over there. Maybe things are not as we think."

"What else can we do? They have come to our camp. If they are kind, they can obviously come here openly. They are sneaking around like this, which clearly shows that they have evil intentions. They must think that the four of us are rare fat sheep!" Kuz gritted his teeth and said.

"How can we know the truth if we don't ask? We will sneak over together later. You wait for me outside." I said to Kuz.

Kuz asked hesitantly, "Is there really no problem with your half-baked 'shadow cloak'? It only lasts for a little while?"

"Isn't this at night? They will definitely not be able to find me, and even the moon will not come out tonight. I just hide in the shadows of the corner. Even without the 'shadow cloak', they probably won't find me easily. Don't worry. !" I said, putting my arm around Kurtz's shoulders.

Before we set off, before night fell completely, a small group of orcs slowly approached our camp. Walking at the front was a shambling old werewolf. He was wrapped in a piece of rawhide and holding a stick in his hand. With a dead wood crutch, his rickety body looked very old. He walked in the front, followed by two young wolf tribesmen carrying He was carrying a makeshift stretcher made of spear guns. There was also a tall werewolf lying on the stretcher. He didn't seem to be too light, so he bent the two spears and trembled with his footsteps. Yes, these two wolf young men still have scimitars on their waists. We have never seen such young warriors during the day.

The old werewolf walked up to us, looked at me deeply and then turned to look at Kurtz. We asked them to sit down at the edge of the campfire. The two young men carefully put down the stretcher. The strong werewolf lying on the stretcher was still unconscious. There was a big blood hole in the leather armor on his chest. Although there was no blood oozing out now, looking at the comatose man The werewolf's face was as gray as a sheet, and I guessed that something was not going well.

The old orc said to us in the orc language: "We came to the edge of the Death Swamp. Some children in the tribe told me that during the day they met a group of kind-hearted people and gave them some things, delicious meat and precious... salt, and some precious magic scrolls. We would like to express our sincerest gratitude to our guests from afar!”

The hot flames spitting from the scroll brought the water in the large pot to a boil. The fresh mutton inside was floating with little oil flowers, and the spices were fully put in, so the smell wafting out of the soup pot was very delicious, and the oil was yellow. The fat and tender wild geese were also cooking in the pot, which made the two young werewolves sitting on one side unable to help but twitch their Adam's apples and swallow their saliva.

"I am the great elder of this tribe, Gribaschin." The old orc said, his cloudy eyes filled with a touch of sadness, a sad emotion that cannot see the future.

Kurtz always shows his emotions on his face. He does this to his friends and he also does this to his enemies. At this moment, he is looking at this old orc with a straight face and coldly. I am worried that he will hurt others with his words and make things worse. To make matters worse, even if the majority members of this tribe are old people, women and children, there will still be some young warriors. In front of them, the combat power of a small team like ours is very ridiculous, just like ants. Shake the tree.

I asked Catalina on the side to take the wooden bowl, sprinkle a handful of new and tender wild vegetables in the bowl, pour half the bowl of broken black flour cake into the wooden bowl, and scoop out a spoonful of delicious and scalding hot rice. He poured the soup on it, sprinkled it with a pinch of salt and handed it to the old orc, saying in proficient orc language: "Great Elder Gribaschin, please don't be polite. In the wasteland, this is what we can do!"

"A few days ago, when someone was passing by, they mentioned that there was a business group of young human race people in the wasteland recently. They said that they would always help some poor orc hunters. I think it must be you!" The old orc took the meat. He did not take a bite of the soup cake, but stared at Kurtz. At this time, the strong werewolf who was lying on the stretcher and was seriously injured also reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Kurtz. After the last two people looked at each other, the strong werewolf nodded to the old orc with difficulty.

At this time, Kurtz seemed to be caught in a memory, frozen there, and after a moment he muttered repeatedly: "Gribastin, Gribastin..."

The old orc was a little excited, and his hand holding the soup bowl was trembling, so he handed the soup bowl to the young orc aside, and then said: "Kuz, have you even forgotten Gribastian? Five years The former Kuru High Priest even took you into our place, and Gerile took you to play in the Death Swamp without permission, which scared us all into the swamp to look for you!"

"Grandpa Gribastin, you are Grandpa Gribastin!" Kurtz seemed to remember it immediately and shouted excitedly, "Why... why are you, how did you come to the Beilu Wasteland? Has the Great Famine affected you?"

"No, no, no, how could it be? Your mountains and plains are full of potatoes, and you can't even finish them all. How could you venture into the Beilu wilderness?"

"Did something happen to the tribe?"

Kurtz asked a lot of questions in a series, and the old orc was also a little excited. He looked at Kurtz deeply and said happily: "After five years, I never expected that the little werewolf was about to reach adulthood and become a man with an alloy in his hand. An excellent hunter with a bow, you have grown up very quickly. If Gerile hadn’t still remembered the mark on your ear, we would have missed it here.”

Yes, there is a small scar on Kurtz's left ear. It is not big and looks like a tooth mark. It is said that I was bitten by a very wild little girl when I was a child. One time when we were swimming together in the Xinghu Grassland, I discovered it unexpectedly. After questioning at that time, I found out the origin of the scar on my ear. At this time, The old orc suddenly said it.