My Magic Age

Our troops' camp was built in the valley north of the Split Stone Cemetery, about five kilometers away from the Split Stone Cemetery.

The northern slope of the valley is flat, and the woodlands on the hillside are mostly oaks and yellow maples. The ground between the trees is dry, which is very suitable for camping.

The tents of the Construct Knights extend from the top of the slope to the bottom of the valley. The followers drove the horses and mules to the place with lush grass and water by the stream. Five thousand horses and five thousand mules mixed together and gathered in a large area in the valley.

There is a stream at the bottom of the valley. Perhaps because of the heavy rain a few days ago, the water level of the stream soared and the water flow was turbulent. From time to time, a white scale jumped out of the water.

The clear mountain spring water hit the rocks, stirring up white water splashes.

Looking down from a high place, this valley is like an open parchment book, and the binding line is where the mountain stream is.

The camps of the ten constructed knights of the North Wind Legion were stationed in the upper reaches of the valley river. Eight hundred barbarian slaves and three thousand native warriors did not have tents with them.

The native warriors were good at building wooden houses. They used local materials and built some huts with some branches around them wherever they went.

Most barbarian slaves did not need tents. In the humid and hot climate of the forest, barbarian slaves preferred to sleep on the grass next to the campfire in the open air. As long as the ground was dry, the barbarian slaves were used to a more difficult environment. In this forest, except for the heat, there was nothing bad.

The barbarian slaves stood on the hillside, and a stream flowing into the depths of the dense forest appeared in front of them. Everyone became energetic.

They strode to the stream, stepped into the stream with both feet, squatted down, and used both hands to hold the clear stream water and pour it on their faces.

Heavy crossbows and giant crossbow arrows were neatly piled up next to the big tree. The barbarian slaves took off their black iron armor and threw them on the grass beside them. They jumped into the waist-deep stream one after another, letting the rushing stream wash over their sweaty bodies.

Days of fighting have deepened the pattern marks of barbarian warriors on their bodies.

A group of native warriors collected a kind of wormwood from the forest. They stood on the shore and tied the wormwood into bundles, signaling to the barbarian slaves in the stream to wipe their bodies with the wormwood for easier cleaning.

Justus and the minotaur Luka stood on two boulders in the middle of the river. They stood here to form a boundary to prevent the barbarian slaves from swimming upstream. Although Earl Desmond didn't mind that I had 800 barbarian slaves, it didn't mean that the Construct Knights and the barbarian slaves could coexist peacefully. After all, hundreds of years of racial grievances were there, and the Construct Knights might have developed a certain conditioned reflex, and they would draw their swords and attack the barbarians when they saw them.

And I was also worried that these barbarian slaves would go crazy. Regardless of their slave status, they would clash with the Construct Knights after getting excited. They held weapons like heavy crossbows in their hands, and no matter who the arrows were pointed at, they would not let the other party feel too good.

Not far away, a group of followers were drinking water by the stream. The construct knights also took off their construct armors, wearing only white shirts and a thin sleeveless inner armor, tight breeches and lambskin boots, lying comfortably on the green grass, enjoying the rare good weather in groups of three or two.

They seemed to have adapted to life in the forest and the days when the sun could not be seen in the Yerro plane.

One knight even took out a recorder unique to the North and played a somewhat desolate melody, feeling that he was a bit like a bard.

The group of war horses from the North stopped more than ten meters away from the boulder where Justus was, and they were unwilling to come over anyway.

It seemed that these war horses were old horses that had experienced the counterattack in winter. As long as the barbarian slaves got too close to them, these war horses would become restless and even show violent emotions. Only the construct knights could calm them down.

Puyaka and Connie, two native girls, can now freely enter and exit the camp of the North Wind Legion. They wear the thorn-tail crystal lion skin armor that the girls of the Green Empire like to wear the most, and tie a simple ponytail. Although their skin color is not as white as the girls of the Green Empire, their skin color, which is as shiny and delicate as beeswax, has become the focus of many construct knights.

They are like two light deer in the forest, especially their bodies are always full of various strange ointments, and they speak fluent imperial language with a strong imperial accent. It seems that a kind smile, or a small jar of ointment handed to the construct knights with cold hands, will make these knights show a kind of fascination.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder, if there is no help from these natives, how long can the Green Empire's army last in this dense forest.

When I think of this, I will be very impressed by the several southern expeditions organized by Duke Samoyed, and I don't know how his army overcame the climate and environment of the Black Forest.

I don’t know why, but at this moment, the following words engraved on the wall of the roof of the Royal Magic Academy’s teaching building suddenly emerged in my mind: ‘Never duel with a water magician by the river or on rainy days…’

This is probably to warn the new magic students in the Royal Magic Academy not to use colored eyes to look at magicians of other factions. At the same time, this sentence also shows everyone that water magicians will become very scary near the river. The last point also records the duel between me and William.

I don’t know where the senior William with dragon blood is. Maybe he is fighting on a certain plane with the legion in his family.

I scratched my hair hard to dispel these irrelevant thoughts, and asked Katarina and Morayaer who were sitting next to me: "Do you want to go swimming?"

"Right here?" Morayaer blinked and asked me.

I pointed to the rocky beach upstream and said, "We can go a little upstream, maybe the water flow upstream is not so fast."

Moraya pulled the magic robe covering her body, her face was full of joy, and she said happily, "Okay! I'll go call Puyaka and Connie."

After that, she stood up from the grass, grabbed the skirt of the magic robe with one hand, and walked quickly towards the construct knight camp.

I stood on the slope of the valley, took off the 'Earth's Wrath' magic pattern construct leather armor, put it in the magic waist bag, and then threw the magic waist bag to Katarina beside me. I was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. After a short run, I flipped into the cold stream like a silver carp, sneaked upstream for nearly a hundred meters in the turbulent stream, and then emerged from the stream holding a huge smooth pebble.

Maybe because I was tortured by fire poison when I was a child, I left some shadows, and I like this feeling of being surrounded by coldness.

The fire poison in my body had already been completely dispelled, and after all the life-and-death torture, I had a resistance to fire magic that outsiders could not understand.

I stood on a huge pebble, shook my wet hair, and waved to Katarina who was standing on the downstream bank.

There was a dam at the bottom of the river here, which was piled up by boulders rolling down from the mountains. The stream was intercepted here, so the flow rate became slightly slower, and there was a pile of rubble on the shore. After the water level of the river rose, the stream overflowed the rubble and some grass, and gathered here from several relatively hidden pools, which just blocked the view of the construct knight camp.

Catalina did not walk up the river bank, but stepped into the river. The rushing water covered her chest. She took a deep breath and dived into the water like me. Although she was not very good at swimming, as an assassin at the peak of the first transformation, she had extremely high coordination ability and could swim upstream in the river. Her red hair was scattered behind her, and her body was as flexible as a water snake.

When she poked her head out of the water, the stream flowed down her soft cheeks, and her eyes looked at me with ruby-like burning eyes.

I sat on the boulder, put my feet in the stream, and looked at her for a few seconds... (omitted).

...

We followed the advice of the indigenous leader of the Gilda tribe and did not continue to move forward with the large army.

According to the indigenous leader, there is a large tribe with a population of about 200,000 people living in the Split Stone Cemetery. This indigenous tribe is called the Jarawa tribe.

In recent years, this tribe has taken in nearly tens of thousands of small tribes that migrated from the northern part of the Black Forest, and gradually developed into a large tribe in the southern part of the Black Forest. In addition, due to the geographical advantages of the Cracked Stone Cemetery, the Nibru Spiders have not been able to occupy this area.

Many people in the tribes that migrated from the northern part of the forest hate the Green Empire, which also makes the natives of the very hospitable Galava tribe very unfriendly to the imperial warriors.

Gilda, the native leader, hopes that the Construct Knights can be stationed outside the Cracked Stone Cemetery. I will lead these native warriors to meet the great elder of the Galava tribe first. If I can convince the great elder and reach an alliance agreement, I can avoid some unnecessary conflicts. I think this idea is feasible.

Earl Desmond was a little worried that it would be dangerous for me to enter the Galava tribe alone, and he did not agree to this proposal at first.

It was not until I agreed to let 800 barbarian slaves accompany me that he reluctantly agreed.

Earl Desmond wanted five second-level knights to accompany me into the Cracked Stone Cemetery to meet the great elder of the Galawa tribe, but I only planned to take the tauren Luka and Justus with me.

Deborah kept circling in the sky to the south, and probably found the spider army to the south of the Cracked Stone Cemetery.

This is also the first time we have found the whereabouts of a spider army since we led the troops south. In this way, I am also a little relieved. What I was most worried about before was that the spider army that withdrew from the dense forest of Green Valley would suddenly appear in front of the East Route Army or the West Route Army led by Zack and Ernestine.

This army has more than 20,000 spider warriors and thirty or forty spider warlords. No matter which front they appear on, it is a fatal blow to Zack and Ernestine. Although their knights also have more than a dozen second-level strongmen, they are likely to be deadlocked with these spider armies and fail to achieve the strategic goals set before.

It has to be said that although the southern part of the Black Forest has been riddled with holes by the Spider Army, there are still many indigenous tribes in this forest resisting the Nibru Spiders who came from the dark forces of the Abyss. It is they who are holding back the Nibru Spider Army and preventing them from heading north with all their strength.

This forest is full of fault mountains. For the Nibru spiders, the mountains with a height difference of dozens of meters will not pose any obstacles to them, but for the construct knights, every fault mountain must be bypassed. Fortunately, I did not bring the construct knights of the North Wind Legion with me on this trip to the Galawa tribe.

Kalancuo led more than a hundred orc construct warriors to send me to the ridge of a fault mountain, and then led the orc construct warriors to search westward.

I led 800 barbarian slaves to slide down the steep rock wall of the fault mountain dozens of meters high directly to the forest below, startling a group of flying birds in the dense forest.

In fact, the barbarian team I led had not yet approached the Split Stone Cemetery. In the woods at the edge of the Split Stone Cemetery, we encountered a group of native warriors wearing tough bark armor. Nearly a thousand native warriors poked their heads out from the dense branches and leaves. They stood on the horizontal branches of the giant tree, holding some ironwood spears in their hands, and some native warriors also held rattan shields. These weapons and equipment were far inferior to the equipment of the native warriors of the Gilda tribe now.

The native leader of the Gilda tribe was like a great enemy, and hurriedly asked the native warriors who were leading the way in front of the jungle to withdraw some.

Nowadays, the native warriors of the Gilda tribe are wearing tight leather armor, with a layer of chain mail on the outside of the leather armor, carrying wooden spears with black iron spear tips and iris shields, and a standard crossbow hanging on their waists, which is better than the equipment of the ordinary infantry regiment of the Duke of Samoyed.

At this time, we saw a native leader standing on a horizontal branch on the tree canopy, and he spoke a string of native words to us.

"Outsider, leave here quickly, you are not welcome here!" Puyaka hid behind me and whispered to me.

The native leader of the Gilda tribe stood up, spread his hands, and explained a lot of things to the native leader opposite.

The native leader looked at us with a gloomy face. When the native leader of the Gilda tribe finished speaking, he immediately refuted a series of native words and held the ironwood spear tightly in his hand. The next moment, the native leader of the Gilda tribe looked very bad.

Puyaka's face also became a little ugly at this time. She pursed her lips and whispered to me: "The man opposite said that we betrayed the Lord of the Forest and they don't trust us."

"Let me do it, maybe this can be of some use."

After that, I took the two pieces of the key of power tied around my neck in my hand and walked out from behind a giant tree.

'Swoosh'

A wooden arrow shot out from the dense canopy and shot towards me.

The next moment, the flight trajectory of the wooden arrow appeared in my eyes. If there was no external force interfering, it would hit the tree trunk next to me.

So, I stood still, looking up at the native leader on the horizontal branch of the giant tree, holding up the key of power.

At this time, the wooden arrow pierced into the trunk of the giant tree next to my ear with a "bang", making a soft buzzing sound...