My Magic Age

I joined a falcon team in El City, and I participated in the hunting of barbarians every winter.

At that time, I didn't think it was difficult to accumulate military power.

Later, with the recommendation of Teacher Heidi, I entered the Imperial Capital Royal Magic Academy. When I was training in the plane, I was involved in a plane war, and then began my journey of hunting spider warriors. The battle of Trum Stronghold made me a count and owned a piece of territory of my own.

But now it seems that even for a brave and combative construct knight, it is not easy to gain merit.

Although the 5,000 construct knights in the North Wind Legion won a brilliant victory on the battlefield in the middle of the Green Valley Forest, they defeated more than 2,000 spider warriors deployed by the Spider Legion on the edge of the battlefield, and under the leadership of Earl Desmond, they killed six spider warlords. It seems that the results of the battle are brilliant, but in fact, each construct knight recorded in the clerk's account book is only half a black magic crystal.

The black iron weapons captured on the battlefield will be sold at a high price if brought back to the imperial capital, but because it is inconvenient to carry, they can only be handed over to the Knights for unified processing. If the original team has a logistics supply group, these supplies can be resold to the logistics group.

When I was in Durva, I proposed to Zach and Ernestine that we prepare the military supplies for the North Wind Legion Construct Knights by ourselves.

I supplied the Construct Knights in the town of Trum and provided the knights with a week's marching rations.

This time I decided to lead the Construct Knights into the southern part of the Black Forest.

Before departure, Earl Desmond came to me to confirm whether the subsequent logistics supply group could keep up in time, and hoped that the logistics group on my side would transport the captured black iron weapons and the magic materials on the Spider Warlord back to the town of Trum, or directly digest them.

I accepted Desmond's request and asked the minotaur Luka to bring a group of barbarian slaves to move the black iron spears and moon blade axes back, and then transported them to Xinliu Valley.

When the purchase price of these black iron weapons was set, it was calculated according to the purchase price of iron materials in the imperial capital North Duisburg, so this batch of black iron weapons was much higher than the actual selling price on the battlefield.

The knights in the Constructed Knights did not understand these situations, but as the commander of the Constructed Knights, Earl Desmond was very familiar with the selling price of these black iron weapons. He felt that if I purchased black iron weapons in this way, I might lose some money.

I repeatedly told Earl Desmond that there would be no loss in purchasing black iron weapons at this price, and he put aside his concerns.

Count Desmond still has precious magic materials from six Spider Warlords. The leather on the abdomen of the Spider Warlord is tough and willful, which is the best material for making magic pattern construct leather armor. The thick shells on many parts of the body are excellent materials for making armor plates. In addition, there are six precious high-level magic crystals hidden in the skulls of these Spider Warlords.

For the Construct Knights, no matter how many high-level magic beast leathers there are, they are never too much, especially the magic materials of the fourth-level magic beasts of the Spider Warlords, which are the materials that many Construct Knights dream of. Count Desmond is not going to take out these magic beast materials. If these magic beast materials are taken back to the province of Sloyte, at least ten sets of magic pattern constructs of the Spider Warlord's hard leather armor can be made.

So I spent 600 black magic crystals to buy the six high-level magic crystals in Count Desmond's hand.

That is to say, including the high-level magic crystals of the two Spider Warlords hunted by Kalancuo and Katarina, I have harvested a total of eight high-level magic crystals in this battle in the Green Valley Forest.

In addition, after this war, Kalancuo will also have a new set of Spider Warlord magic pattern constructed hard leather armor.

The leather on the abdomen of the two Spider Warlords, if cut properly, can make at least three sets of hard leather armor sets.

During this period, the frequent use of the Hammer of the Space-Time Breaker has almost used up all the high-level magic crystals I have saved. Now that I have a reserve of eight high-level magic crystals, I don’t have to worry about the embarrassing situation of running out of high-level magic crystals one day and not being able to return to the imperial capital.

In fact, I have been thinking recently that if I can’t get high-level magic crystals in the short term in the Yello plane, then I will go to the auction house in the imperial capital or the military supply and logistics department to have a look. These two places always sell some high-level goods from time to time.

In addition, with the help of the tree spirits and the Yelo natives, the barbarian slaves shot and killed nearly 3,000 spider warriors on the front battlefield in the center of the Green Valley Forest, and I also received 3,000 black magic crystal essences.

When the barbarian slaves were cleaning the battlefield, they met some injured spider warriors and chopped them to death with axes.

Perhaps it was a habit on the battlefield in the North. Whether it was the barbarians or the knights in the North, everyone believed that since they had become the losers on the battlefield, killing the opponent quickly was the greatest respect for the opponent.

The native warriors were a little different. They captured 300 spider warriors on the battlefield. These spider warriors were almost nailed to the trees by giant crossbows and tied tightly to the trees by tree roots and vines. They could not escape for a while, and became prisoners of war after the war.

The reason why the natives did not kill these spider warriors was very simple. They knew that the barbarian slaves liked to eat roasted spider legs, so they thought that keeping some living spider warriors was like keeping cattle and sheep in captivity. When they wanted to eat spider legs, they could just pull out a spider warrior and kill him, and then cut off their spider legs. Only in this way could the spider leg meat be the freshest.

So, when these native warriors handed over more than 300 spider captives to Justus privately, this descendant of the siren was stunned and didn't know what to do for a while. However, Justus did not directly order the killing of the captives, but found me and asked me how to deal with these spider captives.

These native warriors did not find Kalancuo at that time. If they sent these 300 spider captives to Kalancuo, she would basically not consult me. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, she should have executed these spider captives as soon as possible.

Of course, I would not easily give up these reusable resources, so at my instruction, these spider warrior captives were taken to the barbarian slave camp.

I hesitated for a long time in the tent about how to deal with these spider prisoners. Killing them directly is of course the simplest and safest way, but it would be better to kill them directly on the battlefield. The indigenous warriors would have no meaning in transporting them to the barbarian slave camp.

But if we follow the indigenous warriors' thoughts and keep these spider warriors in captivity, and kill one whenever the barbarian slaves want to eat meat, it would be quite dangerous. After all, they are a group of powerful spider warriors, not giant spiders that are easier to control.

The last method is to sign a slave contract with the spider warriors and turn them into spider slaves, just like when I captured the barbarians outside the suburbs of El City, but the biggest problem here is that I can't communicate with the spider warriors in language, and they can't understand the Green Empire language.

So I have to think of a way to make them understand what I am doing.

In front of the campfire where a whole row of spider legs were roasted, I sat on a chair woven from vines, Morayaer and Katarina sat beside me, and the minotaur Luka stood behind me like an iron tower.

I originally wanted to leave them both in the tent and go to the barbarian slave camp alone. If Moraya hadn't been clamoring to come along, I wouldn't have brought them.

In the fierce firelight, the barbarian slave brought a spider prisoner to me. I unfolded a slave contract scroll and chanted a simple contract spell to these spider prisoners. If these spider warriors agreed, the magic contract would take effect. Otherwise, the hexagram-shaped contract array under my feet would dissipate directly.

I didn't expect these spider prisoners to be so tough that I failed nearly seventy or eighty times in a row. The barbarian slaves cut off eight spider legs of those who refused me and threw them into the bonfire and burned them alive. Later, the bodies of the unburned spider warriors in the bonfire piled up like a hill. The shells of the spider prisoners thrown into the bonfire soon cracked. They kept struggling in the raging flames, and the flames burst out from the cracks in their shells, and finally the entire shell was burned to ashes.

The spider prisoners who were brought to the bonfire finally felt fear. They saw their companions struggling and howling in the flames. Some weak-willed spider prisoners signed slave contracts and were put on slave collars and sent directly to Xinliu Valley.

But these spider warriors were a minority after all. Only 18 spider slaves were successfully signed among the 300 spider prisoners. The rest were thrown into the bonfire and burned alive.

The bonfire in the barbarian slave camp was blazing and emitting a lot of thick smoke, making the entire barbarian slave camp smoky.

The screams of the spider warriors continued to spread from the camp...

Those Yelo natives thought that the barbarian slaves were holding a sacrifice in the camp. The barbarians ate the spider legs of the spider warriors and sacrificed their bodies directly to the gods.

For this reason, Elder Nathan came over in person and asked me if I needed more spider prisoners.

I shook my head and said no.

Seeing that I had no such needs, Elder Nathan breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glanced at his granddaughter, and then said goodbye to me.

A group of warriors from the Gilda tribe followed Elder Nathan into the barbarian slave camp. Seeing the tragic scene of the spider prisoners being burned to death in the bonfire, their faces turned pale.

When Elder Nathan led them out of the barbarian slave camp, these native warriors walked very fast, as if if they walked slower, they might be the next one to be thrown into the bonfire.

In fact, Catalina and Morayaer did not last long in the barbarian slave camp.

Those spider warriors who kept struggling in the flames, with flames bursting from all joints of their bodies, gradually burned into a ball in the bonfire, and died in wailing, made their faces more and more ugly. Catalina couldn't bear to watch the tragic scene, lowered her head and lowered her eyelids in silence.

Moraya covered her mouth and vomited continuously. The two of them finally couldn't hold on and finally ran to the outside of the barbarian slave camp to wait for me.

The minotaur Luka almost closed his eyes the whole time, silently standing behind me, with his hands crossed and clasped in front of his chest, silently praying to the spirit of the minotaur ancestors.

On the contrary, Justus, the descendant of the Siren, has the strongest endurance and has been helping me carry out the ceremony of signing the slave contract.

The barbarians in the slave camp carried out Justus' orders to the letter. When they did these things, they seemed easier to command than ever before. Justus didn't even need much, and these barbarian slaves just It will be prepared in advance. It seems that this slave signing ceremony has made the barbarian slaves much more honest.

After finally dealing with all the spider-man prisoners of war, I took the tauren Luka out of the barbarian slave camp. Katarina and Moraya were waiting outside the camp.

"Next time when you sign a slave contract with these spider-man prisoners of war, please don't make it so bloody!" Moraya protested to me.

Moraya's face looked a little bad, and she covered her throat with one hand, as if she was feeling nauseated.

Katarina didn't say anything, but I could feel that she seemed to be suppressing herself recently.

I pressed my forehead with my thumb, rubbed it twice, and said to them both: "Oh, I will try to be careful next time...to avoid you when I do these things."

In fact, I thought to myself: I had no intention of bringing you here in the first place, but you insisted on coming with me to watch the signing of the slave contract.

It wasn't until we were far away from the barbarian slave camp that Moraya let out a weak breath and complained to me: "Looking back now, Kalantso never takes prisoners on the battlefield, which is not bad for those spider warriors. A good thing."

At this time, Justus, the descendant of the Siren who was following me, suddenly cleared his throat and said with a normal expression: "As far as I know, this is how you sign a slave contract. I'm afraid you have never seen a more cruel slave trader. When I was on Dunai Island, I saw things even more cruel than this. In order to force the girls of the Jana Sea tribe to surrender, the slave traders agreed to sign slave contracts and subjected them to even more cruel torture and torture."

Moraya retorted: "But we are not slave traders after all!"

The inheritance of wood magicians and the druids of the elven world, they advocate nature and balance.

Justus touched his chin, and then said: "You just need to remember that the people standing in front of us are the Niburu spider people. They are invading our land and will use us as food and make them into white spiders." The silk cocoons are hanging on the dead branches, just waiting for us to be turned into a bag of nutritious water by the rot of the giant spider..."

Molayar's face became even more ugly. It seemed that what Justus said made her feel even more disgusting.

She finally protested loudly: "Please stop talking... In short, I don't want to participate in this kind of ceremony of signing a slave contract in the future."

Seeing Molayar losing her temper, Justus whistled and did not continue to argue.

I patted Molayar on the shoulder and comforted her: "Well, if you think this is not good, then you should just execute them on the battlefield in the future - the way we northerners do. "