My Magic Age

The barbarians who have always invaded the northern border have relied on their survival instincts to plunder human slaves wantonly in Sloit Province.

When the barbarians are hungry, they look for food, when they are thirsty, they look for water, and when they are sleepy, they fall asleep. They never know how to use their brains to think. For this group of barbarians, hunting is also an instinct. Generations of their ancestors would go south to capture human male slaves every winter. They learned hunting skills from their elders, and when they became adults, they would go to the north to capture slaves after the Benma River was frozen.

They have never considered why their ancestors only captured human male slaves, but never female human slaves.

The Celtic tribes inherited the wealth left by their ancestors and occupied the richest place in the southern part of the ice and snow tundra.

They were once the most powerful tribe among the barbarians, but the tribe elders made a wrong decision four years ago. They formed an alliance with Ito Kai, a human careerist, and plotted the entire northern territory. Unfortunately, in the end, they ended up with It ended with thirty-five thousand young Celtic warriors being buried in the Galloping Horse River.

In the end, even the most fertile land on the ice and snow tundra was seized by the barbarians of the Storm Bear tribe, and the Celtic tribes were forced to migrate to the extreme cold places in the north.

The barbarians attributed this incident to Rockoff, the leader of the Celtic tribe's young faction, thinking that his brain was too flexible, which brought disaster to the Celtic tribe.

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I didn't expect to see a barbarian warrior who could think with his brain in the fault valley road. His first reaction when he saw our team was not to rush up and fight, but to turn around and run into the valley road.

Seeing the barbarian warriors escaping into the valley, Noah yelled excitedly, rode an ancient Bolai horse and rushed down the slope, chasing after them into the valley.

Kalancso stood at the front of the team riding a black-scaled horse. She turned her head and glanced at Noah who rushed out from her side. She quickly grabbed the reins of Gubolai's horse, and Gubolai's horse was hit by a huge force. He pulled hard and raised his two front legs high.

With a tragic neigh, Noah, who was riding on the ancient Bolai horse, leaned over and fell off the horse. There was knee-deep snow on the hillside. Noah fell on the snow, not injured, but badly. He was severely frightened, his face turned pale, and he lay in the snow.

"Noah, how are you?" Shirley Newman quickly jumped off the horse and shouted to Noah lying on the snow.

Noah said feebly on the snow: "I'm fine, it's just that the ground is a little cold!"

I ran down from the sled and pulled Noah up in the snow. Yingli followed closely behind me, and a group of people surrounded Noah.

Shirley first confirmed that Noah was not injured, and then asked Kalantso, who was riding a war horse: "Don't you know that you are easily injured if you fall from the horse? How could you do this?"

"If you don't hold him back, are you going to watch him ride into the valley and die?" Kalancso asked Shirley Newman.

Shirley Newman was choked and speechless by Kalancso's aggressive tone.

"I fell off my horse here. I was just injured. If I rushed into the valley, I might not even be alive." Kalancso sat on the horse safely and said to Shirley Newman calmly.

When Shirley heard what Kalancso said, she didn't know how to refute for a moment and froze on the spot.

Noah was standing next to me. When he saw me reaching out to brush off the remaining snow on his body, he asked me innocently: "Jijia, when you encountered barbarians before, didn't you rush up on your skis and kill them all?"

I reached out and took the reins of Gubolai's horse and said to Noah: "Don't you think that the barbarian warriors are just a bunch of soft persimmons who can be manipulated as we please?"

"I thought... when you were at the Junior Magic Academy, weren't you a falcon? Didn't you get your baronetcy by hunting barbarians? Now that we have joined in, why are you targeting those who are alone? Are barbarians still cautious?" Noah said innocently.

I said to Noah: "Kalancuo and Luka may be able to defeat these barbarian warriors when they face them alone, but you can't do that now!"

I helped Noah onto the sled and let him and Shirley calm down on the sled for a while, then I said to Noah: "Besides, when we encounter barbarians, we rarely confront them head-on. Usually we will arrange some magic first." trap……"

While I was telling Noah about the barbarians on the ice and snow tundra, Kalantso asked Deborah to fly into the air to investigate the situation in the valley. Deborah untied the cloak she was holding and spread her wings in the wind, four meters high. Her wide wingspan made her look majestic when flying, and she flew into the sky with a look of reluctance.

She secretly told me while sitting on the sled just now: There is nothing more boring than spying on those savages.

Besides, the sky is so cold and the wind is so strong.

Deborah flew towards the valley of the fault mountain, but after circling a few times near the entrance of the valley, she quickly flew back...

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The snow in the valley is very deep. Two long-haired horses are pulling the sled forward with difficulty. Every time they take a step, the long-haired horses' legs will sink deeply, and then they will be pulled out with great effort, dripping. Walking forward step by step in the knee-deep snow.

We followed a line of footprints left by the barbarian warriors. The north wind blew the remaining snow across the snow, and the snow foam almost smoothed the footprints of the barbarian warriors.

Kalantso sat in the driver's seat in front of the sled, and the whip in his hand fell on the long-haired stallion's butt from time to time, making the sled go as fast and smoothly as possible.

I sat behind Kalancuo and extended my magical perception to feel the surroundings. In the icy and snowy environment, my perception can extend far.

Katarina and five other orc construct warriors rode behind the sled. Each of us was nervous, not only because of the barbarian who disappeared in the valley, but also because of the news Deborah had just brought: 'More than 40 barbarian warriors were actually ambushing on the top of the fault mountain. '

If Deborah hadn't flown to the air for reconnaissance, no one would have thought that a group of barbarians were ambushing on the cliff on the fault.

There is a drop of about 50 meters between the top of the fault mountain and the valley.

The fault mountain is on the right side of the sled. It looks like a high wall, rising abruptly from the ground.

The cliff of the fault mountain looks like a thousand-layer cake. The rock layers of different colors are stacked together, just like the annual rings of a tree. These faults are also the annual rings of cliff stones.

In the eyes of the barbarians, every northerner is their prey. In the eyes of us falcons, every barbarian warrior is also our prey.

As long as there is hunting, there will be risks...

Every winter, some young falcons will fall in El City, and every year, thousands of barbarians will remain in the land of Sloyt Province forever.

The barbarians on the cliff are probably waiting for us to enter the valley. At that time, they will suddenly jump down from the top of the cliff and block our team in the valley. Dozens of barbarians will rush up and catch us.

And Kalancuo, Katarina, I and five orc construct warriors went deep into the valley alone, and we also hoped that these barbarians could come out of the cliff as soon as possible, so that we can run back a little shorter. Yes, we are baits, just like the lone barbarian led us here, we also want to lead them to the exit of the valley.

Unexpectedly, the snow in the valley was much deeper than on the plains. The long-haired stallions had a hard time wading through the snow. I think these two long-haired stallions are probably doomed. They are so docile. Without them, I even think that this sled can't move in the snow.

We walked into the valley for about three kilometers, and the snow pile behind us suddenly exploded. The barbarian warrior who fled when he saw us suddenly got out of the snow pile. He blocked our way back with a cruel smile on his face, just like a hunter who saw a beast fall into a trap, and his eyes were full of greed.

It had a totem tattoo on its face, and when it opened its mouth, the smile was a bit scary.

He was holding a heavy mallet in his hand, blocking the valley road behind us. He was only wearing a pair of wide leather pants. In this cold weather, his strong upper body was still naked. Every bulging muscle was very smooth, with a texture of polished marble. There was a gray brown bear pattern on his chest and a bear head on his shoulder.

He stood on the valley road and let out a chilling "war howl".

He clenched one hand into a fist and hit his chest hard, making a "bang bang bang" sound. He was provoking me.

A similar howl came from the top of the fault mountain, responding to the barbarian warrior.

Kalancuo quickly pulled the reins of the long-haired stallion to stop the sled. She looked back at me calmly.

Catalina was hunting a barbarian for the first time, and she seemed a little nervous. She stared at the barbarian vigilantly, with her hands on the scabbard outside her thigh.

Five orc construct warriors also took out axes on horseback. These orc warriors had not learned riding and knights' fighting skills, so they were more adapted to fighting on horseback. They rode war horses just for transportation.

I stood up from the sled and looked up at the top of the fault mountain. A pile of gravel and residual snow, ice chips fell from the top of my head.

Seeing several ropes hanging from the top of the mountain, and several black spots sliding down along the ropes from the top of the cliff, I said to Kalancuo: "Let's go back!"

Before I finished speaking, Kalancuo drove the long-haired stallion to turn around in the valley, raised the whip, and whipped the horse's buttocks hard.

The long-haired stallion felt pain and ran desperately towards the exit of the valley. The barbarian warrior held the big wooden hammer tightly in both hands and blocked it in front.

I chanted the tongue-twisting spell and quickly drew the magic pattern array in front of me. A three-meter-long ice spear quickly condensed above my head. Casting the second-level ice magic here is more than twice as fast as in the imperial capital, and a layer of light blue ice flame burned on the ice spear, flickering in the north wind.

The spell stopped, and the ice spear shot towards the barbarian warrior like an arrow from a bow.

The barbarian warrior stared at the ice spear that was shooting at him, roared, raised the big wooden hammer in his hand, and smashed it hard on the ice spear.

The ice spear shattered, and ice chips flew everywhere. A faint ice mist filled the barbarian warrior's body. The barbarian shuddered. He looked at the ice hammer with some doubts. It was stained with a jumping ice flame. The ice flame slowly flowed and spread to the entire ice hammer. A thick layer of ice shell condensed on the ice hammer in an instant.

He stretched out his hand to brush away the ice flame, but he didn't expect that the ice flame would continue to burn on his hand, and in an instant a layer of ice appeared on the back of his hand.

The barbarian warrior looked at his arm in surprise, without time to think about it. The next moment he swung the big wooden mallet, pressed down the hammer handle with his right arm, and lifted the hammer head with his left hand. With a "bang", the barbarian's big wooden mallet blocked Kalancuo's "cleave".

Kalancuo fell to the ground and swung his two-handed sword again to "sweep" the barbarian warrior. A white streak flew out with the sword blade, which was a white sword energy.

The barbarian warrior swung the big wooden mallet and swept it towards Kalancuo. The heavy big wooden mallet had a great weight advantage, so in this confrontation, Kalancuo was knocked back a step by the big wooden mallet swung by the barbarian warrior.

The barbarian warrior instantly seized the small advantage, and repeatedly swung the big wooden mallet upward three times. His body also took three steps forward, forcing Kalancuo to retreat five or six steps in a row.

'Thunderous continuous attack'

This is one of the few fighting skills of the barbarians. The barbarian warrior used it very skillfully and seized the opportunity well. He waved the big wooden mallet in his hand and forced Kalancuo back one after another with his natural power. The barbarian warrior seized the opportunity and pressed the offensive against him in an overwhelming manner.

However, he was completely unaware that the ice flames on the back of his hand had quietly spread to his arm.

At this time, Catalina held the stabbing saber in both hands, and "flashed" behind his body, stabbing him from the back with a stab.

The barbarian warrior felt a chill on his back and immediately elbowed back. Catalina took advantage of the power of this elbow and took the opportunity to move her light body away from the barbarian warrior, and the barbarian warrior's war hammer swung back also missed.

In order to deal with Catalina's sneak attack from behind, the barbarian warrior was slightly distracted. Kalancuo took the opportunity to flip the double-edged sword in his hand and let the sword slash at an extremely strange angle. The blade drew a half-moon arc in the air. The barbarian warrior had no time to dodge. Seeing that the double-edged sword was unavoidable, he suddenly inhaled and tightened his abdomen and chest, and a series of actions were completed in one go.

Kalancuo's sword cut across the barbarian warrior's belly, cutting a one-and-a-half-foot-long wound, and the bright red blood spurted out instantly.

The barbarian warrior felt a chill on his belly, and he reached out to touch it in surprise. He found that his hands were covered with blood, and then he realized that he was injured. Barbarian warriors who saw blood were prone to rage, and Kalancuo knew this very well, so after she succeeded in hitting, a sword shadow burst out from the double-edged sword in her hand, and suddenly disappeared in her hand.

Just as the barbarian warrior looked at Kalancuo in astonishment, Kalancuo suddenly jumped up, and the double-edged sword and Kalancuo merged into one.

"Jumping Slash"

The barbarian warrior saw Kalancuo falling down like a meteor, and knew that his life was hanging by a thread. He raised the big wooden hammer to meet Kalancuo in the air.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Katarina, who had been pushed away, appeared again under his left rib like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the stabbing saber in her hand pierced through the gap between his left ribs and stabbed into his heart.

The barbarian warrior felt pain and wanted to swing the big wooden hammer to flatten Katarina, but Kalancuo had already fallen from the air, and the double-edged sword chopped the handle of the wooden hammer, and the big wooden hammer broke with a sound.

At this time, five orc construct warriors rode on war horses and whizzed past the barbarian warriors. They swung the moon blade axes in their hands and chopped at the necks of the barbarian warriors who were standing still.

One axe...

Two axes...

Three axes...

Four axes...

The barbarian's huge head rolled on the snow like a ball, and a cavity of blood spurted out from his chest, dyeing the snow red.

At this time, the barbarian warrior on the cliff had already slid down the rope.

The sled pulled by the shaggy stallion passed by the barbarian warriors. Kalancuo and Katarina jumped on the sled, and we ran towards the valley entrance together.