My Magic Age

The Battle of the Sun's Wrath Bridge ended with the defeat of the Nibru Spiders.

After the Nibru Spiders evacuated the Sun's Wrath Bridge, they left behind a devastated battlefield, desolate, and dead.

Large tracts of dead forest were entangled with white spider webs. The surviving native warriors lit torches and walked into the spider camp in groups. They set fire to the white spider webs that covered the spider camp. The spider nests woven with spider silk disappeared in the flames. Countless natives on the dead trees were made into white silk cocoons, which also turned into a pool of sour juice in the raging fire. A skeleton that was almost melted fell on the open ground with sour juice.

From time to time, broken silk cocoons fell from the horizontal branches of the dead trees. The native warriors collected these bones together and buried them under the tree.

Earl Desmond led five thousand construct knights to follow the Spider Legion into the dense forest. I stayed at the Sun's Wrath Bridge to clean up the mess. There were too many bodies of Spider Warriors on the battlefield that needed to be cleaned up. Not only did we have to take out the black magic crystals in their skulls, but we also had to search for black iron weapons and giant crossbows left on the battlefield.

Because the forty catapults were too heavy to be taken away even if they were disassembled, I gave them to the native warriors guarding the Sun's Wrath Bridge. They transported the catapults to the bridge and stood on both sides of the Sun's Wrath Bridge, like a group of tall guards.

Five thousand knights and followers walked out of the Sun's Wrath Bridge loaded with spoils, with joy after victory on their faces. This trip to Jero brought something to every construct knight of the North Wind Legion.

I stood at the bridgehead of the Sun's Wrath Bridge, in front of me was the ancient war tree that was cut down by the five Spider Warlords. The fallen tree, like a giant umbrella, now stood like a wall across the open space at the bridgehead.

Although the entire ancient war tree fell, the dense branches and leaves on the crown still looked lush and green, without too many yellowed places.

When I approached, I found that the roots of the ancient war tree were not completely cut off. At least one-third of the bark was still connected to the roots. The developed root system of the ancient war tree still continuously supplied nutrients to the entire tree, and I found that some strange tumors grew where the tree was broken.

I can clearly feel that the entire ancient war tree exudes tenacious vitality. Although it is in a weak period, there is no sign of withering.

The huge roots formed by the ancient war tree are like a relic altar.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a sense of intuition and looked up at the center of the tree roots. There appeared a group of rich wood elements. It seemed to jump restlessly, wandering around the stump, and finally returned to the center of the stump and fell silent.

This group of wood element breath turned into a human-shaped phantom, floating above the stump, and she waved to me.

The human-shaped phantom looked like an indigenous witch. She was wearing traditional indigenous bark clothes, and there was even a layer of oil paint on her face.

She stood in the air very gracefully, spread her hands, and said to me with a smile: "Thank you for everything you have done for the Sun's Fury Bridge, young human lord."

It can be seen that she is an optimistic ancient war tree. Although the tree trunk was destroyed, she did not show any distress on her face.

"Are you the incarnation of the ancient war tree Dirang?" I looked up and asked the wood element phantom.

Behind me, Puyaka and Connie were both crawling on the ground. I looked back and saw that only a group of knights and followers were standing there in a daze. Almost all the natives around were bowing to the phantom of the ancient war tree. The open space in the forest was a large black mass.

Her shadow became clearer, and she said to me: "What else? What do you think I look like? The unyielding soul of a great witch of an indigenous tribe that has not dispersed for thousands of years? Or something else..."

The ancient war tree named Dirang asked such a series of questions, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

"No, I haven't had time to think about it." I felt a little passive, and I shouldn't be led by a wounded ancient war tree!

I tried to change this situation, so I said to it: "But since you were cut off at the waist by five spider commanders with giant axes, do you need my help?"

The ancient war tree was silent for a while, put his hand to his mouth to think, and said to me: "If possible, I hope you can help me up..."

"...Uh..."

I looked at the shadow of the ancient war tree speechlessly.

"Ha, I'm kidding." The next moment, the ancient war tree laughed heartlessly.

I called out helplessly, "Ms. Dirang!"

The shadow of the ancient war tree said to me again, "But then again... maybe you can really help. What I mean is that if one day you can really gather the twelve keys of power and help our ancient tree clan to remove the forbidden magic circle in the Black Forest, so that my companions and I can regain our freedom, I think they will come to me and help me up again."

Okay! There was no serious word.

Then, the shadow of the ancient war tree held both hands in front of its chest, as if holding a huge air mass in the air, and a green leaf was floating in the center of the air mass, which turned out to be its key of power.

She pushed the air mass to my side, and I used both hands to catch it, but found that the air mass disappeared all of a sudden, and my hands touched nothing.

Then a green leaf fell lightly into my hand, which was the tenth key of power.

"I will try my best." I think at this time, I should say something to show my determination.

"I want to tell you a secret." The expression of the ancient war tree's phantom also looked very serious, but the paint on the phantom's face told me: "...You are the most promising one to succeed, come on!"

"..." I think I should stop talking.

…

The crisp sound of horse hooves came from the dense forest, some trees receded to both sides, and an avenue appeared in front of me.

A construct knight rode a war horse and galloped in front of me. He didn't even bother to adjust his breath. He jumped off the horse and strode up to me. He gave me Count Desmond's token with a solemn expression and said to me. I said: "Our troops were blocked by the Spider Overseer in the mountains to the south. Count Desmond asked me to rush back and ask for support from Lord Jijia."

When the Construct Knight said this, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

The last thing I want to see is the construct knights of the North Wind Legion being in danger.

I waved my hand to the barbarian slaves not far away and shouted loudly: "Justus, Luca! Gather the men and get ready to go."

When the tauren warrior Luka heard my call, he stood up from the crowd of barbarian slaves and looked over to me. After confirming that it was me calling him, he immediately gave the order to assemble.

Then Justus strode from the barbarian camp, issuing orders to the barbarian slaves.

The barbarian slaves quickly began to gather, and it seemed that the recent training was quite effective.

While I was waiting for the barbarian slaves to gather, I took out a map from my magic pocket. This map was very sloppily drawn, and many areas were still being revised. I spread out the map. Asked this construct knight: "Where is the current approximate location of the Knights?"

"Here!" The construct knight first determined the location of the Sunfury Bridge, then moved his gaze downwards, pointing to a dense forest and said to me.

Then he added: "There is a mountain with a moderate slope here."

I nodded, used a charcoal pen to briefly outline the mountain ridge on the map, and continued to ask him: "When you came here to ask for help, how many spider warlords were found in the forest?"

He thought for a moment and said to me: "About twenty people!"

By this time I had calmed down, and when I heard the Construct Knight say this, my uneasiness calmed down a little.

In my opinion, at this time, the Nibru Spidermen want to block the Construct Knights. If they want a quick victory, just twenty or so Spiderman Warlords are definitely not enough.

Justus strode over...

…

I stood on the shoulders of a dryad high on the mountain ridge and saw the Niburu spider-men disappearing into the jungle in the distance.

The six-armed Spider-Man Overseer and twenty ordinary Spider-Man Overseers stood high on the opposite mountain ridge, staring eagerly at the construct knights of the North Wind Legion scattered in the forest. Earl Desmond led ten second-level Grandmasters. The knight stood at the front of the team, and the two sides remained in a stalemate in the mountains for most of the day.

At this moment, the group of nearly 50,000 spider warriors, surrounded by tens of thousands of giant spiders, had gradually disappeared into the mist.

Five thousand construct knights followed the spider-man army in the jungle, ruthlessly killing the spider-man warriors who fell behind, and finally forced the spider-man governor of the Niburu spider-man army to stay and break the rear. The two sides were in the distance. The confrontation was on the mountain ridge less than 20 kilometers south of the Wrath of the Sun Bridge.

After receiving the news that Count Desmond encountered an attack by the Spider Overseers, Justus, Minotaur Luca, I, and 800 barbarian slaves rushed to this forest area and found the group of Spider Overseers. They had no intention of starting a war, and this group of spider warlords saw eight hundred barbarian slaves carrying heavy crossbows enter the forest area and quickly move across the mountains and highlands.

At this time, the spider-man army has disappeared from our sight.

Because I rushed here in a hurry, I couldn't sneak over and set up an ice wall formation against this group of Spider Overseers immediately. I could only watch as these twenty-one Spider Overseers disappeared one after another into the mountains opposite.

A faint layer of mist lingered in the black forest after the rain, leaving only a few dense forest passages formed by the spider warlords in the southern forest.

Earl Desmond's face looked a little ugly, and he probably could see that the twenty spider-man governors guarding the mountains were actually just a bluff.

Seeing these spider warlords decisively abandoning the mountains in front of them, one knew that they had no intention of starting a war.

This group of spider warriors was only blocking the pursuit of the Construct Knights, preventing the spider warriors from being followed and chased by the Construct Knights.

The last thing that disappeared from our sight among the mountains was the six-armed Spider-Man Overseer. Its majestic body stood among the mountains, carrying a black iron spear on its shoulders, and its cold eyes exuded strong hatred.

Seeing that Count Desmond was still organizing the knights to continue the pursuit, I quickly stopped him and said to him: "Forget it, stop chasing, let the knights take a rest, and we will set off after we distribute the spoils." Head to the Sickwood Forest."

Earl Desmond jumped off his horse. His armor was covered with dried black blood. There were also several puncture spots on the thick leather armor of the war horse. It seemed that the fierce battles in the past few days had left Germany Count Desmond has not had a good rest, and I don’t know how many spider warriors he has killed in the past few days. I found that Count Desmond’s eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes. No wonder he has such a strong desire to kill.

"Well, I feel a little unwilling to let them go so easily." He licked his cracked lips and said reluctantly. "Such a big piece of fat meat slipped away from my mouth in vain, it's a pity!"

"We have done very well." I said to Earl Desmond: "Five thousand construct knights are following the 50,000 spider army. If we really force them into a desperate situation, we may not be able to swallow 50,000 spider warriors in one bite. I am not willing to pay any price."

At this time, the barbarian slaves began to clear the giant spiders hiding in the treetops in the mountains and forests. This time the spider army evacuated the Sun's Fury Bridge, and some giant spiders were bound to be thrown away as cannon fodder. In addition to hunting, making silk cocoons, and building spider nests, the biggest role of these giant spiders is to be used as cannon fodder.

Count Desmond saw the barbarian slaves who started to sweep the giant spiders in the woods and found that they had no action to pursue the spider army, so he said to me:

"Okay, then let's do as you say."

The figures of native warriors appeared in the woods behind. These native warriors were the natives gathered at the Sun's Wrath Bridge. When they saw me rushing here with the barbarian slaves, they guessed that something must have happened, so these natives followed all the way.

In the battle of the Sun's Wrath Bridge, nearly 10,000 spider warriors died here.

Except for some spider warriors who fell from the bridge into the deep ravine during the attack on the Sun's Wrath Bridge and could never be found again, the heads of the rest of the spider warriors were cut off by the knights' entourage and the black magic crystals inside were taken out. This battle did not gain many spider warlords.

After several encounters, the spider warlords became more and more cunning. They already knew the power of the construct knights, so they no longer charged easily.

Even so, the victory of a war still brought us a lot of money from the spoils we captured. Bags of black magic crystals were placed in front of the construct knights, making them a little dazzled.

For the barbarian slaves, nothing is more important than a feast of roasted spider legs.

In these battles, the barbarian slaves and the native warriors have forged a deep friendship. The barbarian slaves even taught these native warriors some hunting methods for giant spiders and invited the native warriors to taste the delicious roasted spider legs.