My Magic Age

Deep in the misty swamp, the green palmetto leaves covered with water droplets were pushed aside, and the view was obscured by thick fog.

Ten great knights rode their war horses across the water silently, their horses' hooves causing ripples on the water.

Five thousand construct knights were divided into ten neat columns, riding horses and walking solemnly on the puddles in the swamp, their formations appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The Nibru Spider-men will not easily step into the swamp, because their feet cannot help them float above the water. There are many stagnant pools in the swamp, and the depth of these pools only needs to cover the sides of the spider-man warrior's abdomen. Book lungs, they can only go around, so many swamp areas in the southern part of the Black Forest are refuges for indigenous people.

Of course, there will also be some giant spiders lurking on the edge of the swamp, where they spin giant webs on the trees. When barbarian slaves pass under the spider webs, they usually kidnap the giant spiders on the webs. If these giant spiders do not want to become slaves under the crotches of the indigenous warriors, they will become delicious meals in the bellies of the barbarian slaves.

Traces of giant spiders can also be found on the edge of the swamp. As we gradually deepened into this misty swamp, we did not find any indigenous people living in this swamp.

Corny told me that the Misty Swamp, like the Diseased Wood Forest, is a forbidden area for the indigenous people in the southern part of the Black Forest. The great witches in the tribe restrict all tribesmen to avoid areas when walking in the forest. Therefore, even the indigenous people do not know what is hidden in this fog.

No matter what is hidden, my intuition tells me that this forest exudes strong malice, as if there is always someone peeking behind us, but I don’t know who it is.

With the lessons learned from Sickwood Forest, I suspected that there must be something weird hidden in this forest.

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There is a faint smell of decay in the mist. There are always some highlands in the swamps in the forest that are not submerged by water. On some tree roots exposed on the ground, there are clusters of white translucent umbrella-shaped mushrooms with a ring around their necks. The white ring looks like a crystal clear moonstone cup.

An orc warrior carrying a moon-blade ax curiously jumped off his horse, stepped on the water and walked to the root of a tree. Just as he was about to reach out to pick the white mushroom, a standard crossbow arrow was shot beside the orc warrior. Just inserted into the mushroom bush, the orc warrior stood up vigilantly, only to find an indigenous warrior standing not far behind him. This indigenous warrior held a standard military crossbow in his hand and pointed it at the orc warrior, his mouth Li waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The orc warrior who was disturbed was not only furious, but also strode towards the indigenous warrior, his eyes widening as big as a copper bell.

Just when the orc warrior picked up the leather collar of the indigenous warrior with his hands, lifted him in the air, and prepared to make close contact with the indigenous warrior's cheek with his clenched fists, the leaves of a green grass under his feet stretched out in an instant, entwining like a vine. On the orc warrior's legs, waist, chest, and arms, the orc warrior's punching movement was actually stopped by a young blade of grass.

"You..." The orc warrior cursed behind him just as he blurted out, and was kicked by a long boot and flew out sideways, taking the indigenous warrior with him. When the indigenous warrior was flying in the air, A few orchid grass vines hugged him tightly like vines and landed smoothly on the water in the swamp.

The orc warrior was not so lucky. His body fell against a large locust tree and fell into a puddle in the swamp.

The orc warriors who entered the fighting state lost the magical effect of 'walking on water' and stood in waist-deep water, looking with embarrassment and fear on their faces as Kalantso and Morayar appeared beside the indigenous warriors in time.

Kalancso stood proudly on the water. The hard leather armor of the Spider-man Warlord on her body made her look particularly brave. She had just kicked the orc warrior away, so even if the orc warrior came back to his senses, he was just stunned. Standing blankly in the muddy water, not daring to make any resistance.

The afterglow of the magic pattern array in front of him slowly dissipated, and the dark green six-pointed star under his feet also quietly disappeared. Only then did Moraya raise her eyes to look at the orc warrior, and said to him in a calm tone: "What I wanted to do just now If he hadn’t shot you, I’m afraid you’d have been poisoned by those ghost mushrooms. Even if you wouldn’t be poisoned due to the orc’s strong physique, these ghost mushrooms would be enough to keep you lying down for half a month.”

Kony walked up silently from behind Molayar and helped the indigenous warrior up in the vines. The indigenous warrior took a long breath, straightened his collar, and faced Kalantso and Molayar. , Kony and the others bowed solemnly, then turned around and ran towards the marching team of the indigenous people.

The orc warrior stood in the swamp in shock, not expecting that the indigenous warrior actually saved his life.

At this time, Moraya calmly took out two leather gloves from her arms, and took out a small magic sealing box, and walked straight to the front of the ghost mushrooms. She frowned slightly and squatted Hold your breath when you come down, use a peeling knife to cut out the cluster of ghost mushrooms from the roots of the tree, quickly put it into the magic sealing box, then quickly fasten the lid of the box, and then perform a simple seal to prevent The ghost mushrooms slowly withered and withered in the magic box.

Ghost mushrooms are one of the most important ingredients for making invisibility potions. They are a rare category of intermediate magic herbs in the magic market of the imperial capital. However, they are so toxic that a ghost mushroom the size of a fingernail can be used to kill them. Poisoning a one-horned bison.

As a wood magician, Morayaer is familiar with the characteristics of every plant-based magical herb. Obviously, the native warrior also knows the horror of the ghost mushroom. He was too late to stop the orc warrior, so he shot a life-saving arrow at him. However, he was almost misunderstood by the orc warrior. For a while, he was frightened by this series of changes and ran back to the native team immediately after he was free.

Perhaps after these changes, in the eyes of the native warrior, among these people, only the barbarian slaves are the easiest to get along with.

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Our team has about 13,000 people, including 10,000 construct knights and knight squires of the North Wind Legion, accounting for more than half of the total population.

As for my barbarian slaves and orc warriors, there are almost 1,000 people.

In addition, there are more than 2,000 native warriors of the Gilda tribe. In the battle of the Sun's Fury Bridge, the tribe leader got carried away and directly attacked the defense line of the Nibru Spiders, which resulted in the loss of more than 1,000 warriors. After the battle, there were less than 2,000 native warriors left. If it weren't for the fact that some natives rescued along the way joined the Gilda tribe one after another, I'm afraid they wouldn't even have 2,000 people at this moment.

Since entering the swamp, I have become extremely busy. Perhaps it is because of the heavy rain in recent days. The entire swamp is almost completely soaked in water. The places where weeds originally grew are almost all flooded. Therefore, I can only cast the magic of "walking on water" on everyone so that all of us can enter this foggy swamp.

Casting the spell of "walking on water" does not require much magic power, but the effect of this magic is indeed very fragile. As long as the action is a little heavier, the magic will fail. The team has a large number of people and the fog in the swamp is very heavy. It is impossible to take care of the overall situation at a glance.

In order to ensure that the entire team has the magic effect of "walking on water", I need to ride the Gubolai horse and run around the entire team.

In order to avoid the attack of unknown monsters in the misty swamp, the ten great knights in the North Wind Legion all walked at the front of the team. The aura of the second-level strong men made some native monsters in the swamp retreat quietly. Many monsters above level 2 have already left the scope of survival instinct and have primary wisdom. They can make preliminary analysis and judgment of unknown dangers. That is why we did not encounter monster attacks along the way.

Earl Desmond rode on horseback, with a serious expression on his face. He kept reminding the leader of the Knights not to spread the formation too wide. Everyone must move on the surface of the shallow water area of ​​the swamp and must not step into the deep water area anyway.

What he was most worried about was that once they entered the combat state, the "walking on water" state of all the warriors would gradually disappear. Not many of these construct knights from the Northern Province could swim, and in the waters of this swamp, the construct knights of the North Wind Legion had almost no combat power.

Some barbarian slaves had the same feelings as the construct knights of the North Wind Legion. Even if they walked on the water, they still couldn't overcome their fear of water.

However, the barbarian slaves who had participated in the adventure of the Vashki plane looked very natural, and seemed particularly relaxed in this shallow swamp. These barbarian slaves and orc construct warriors had experienced the murloc hunting operation on the Tidal Island in the Vashki plane, so they had enough confidence in me.

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A five-meter-long swamp crocodile floated on the water like a dead tree. Originally, the crocodile wanted to attack a construct knight, but when it discovered in time that there was a whole group of people and horses behind the construct knight, and these war horses were covered with solid armor, it dived silently into the water, and refused to show up again no matter how much noise there was on the water.

A construct knight with a scarlet cloak on his back rode under a crooked locust tree, and the knight's lance on the hook accidentally hit the tree trunk, and suddenly a heavy rain fell on the knight's head.

A red-skinned unicorn tree frog jumped out from the back of a leaf, as if frightened. Its body instantly changed from red to dark blue, and then it opened its mouth wide at the knight and sprayed a water arrow. The constructed knight also reacted very quickly. He took the knight's light shield in his hand and blocked the water arrow. The water arrow hit the knight's light shield and made a ding sound. The strong force almost knocked the knight off his horse.

Just beside the knight, a native suddenly appeared. He held a basket woven with thorny rattan in one hand and a tube rolled with leaves in the other hand. He waved it in front of the knight and put the flying unicorn tree frog into the tube made of leaves. Then he stuffed the whole leaf into the rattan basket and easily caught the unicorn tree frog. This unicorn tree frog has a strange poison and is the best material for making poison arrows.

It was this group of natives of the Gilda tribe who helped the Construct Knights and Orc warriors avoid some dangers lurking in the swamp during the march.

Originally, only the barbarian slaves in the team could look at these natives of the Gilda tribe with normal eyes, but as our team went deeper into the misty swamp step by step, whether it was the Construct Knights of the North Wind Legion or the proud Orc warriors under Kalancuo, their views on these native warriors were changing little by little.

This group of indigenous warriors began to be respected by everyone in the team. They would not become arrogant just because they resolved a certain crisis. They also did not need applause and praise, they just took away their share of the spoils.

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The strangest thing to me is that no matter how I establish spiritual contact with the ancient tree elves in the misty swamp, I can't feel any response from them. This forest seems to be filled with dead silence. I even doubt that there are people in this swamp. There is no tree spirit family at all, but I immediately realized that this idea was extremely wrong, because just when I passed a giant tree, I could clearly feel some branches above my head moving slightly.

Obviously, the ancient tree elves in the swamp fog do not want to contact us, and they seem to be very wary of us.

A thorn vine hangs from the crown of the tree. The sharp needle on the tip of the thorn vine is pointed directly at my face. A sharp spiritual power is transmitted into my spiritual world, like an old witch. He screamed at me at the top of his lungs: "Outsiders, this is not the place you should be, get out of here quickly, hurry up!"

There was a strong warning and threat in the voice. The thorn vine was like a giant python, hanging down from the crown of the tree. It could actually raise the tip high, as if it was about to fight if it did not listen to dissuasion.

Finally I met an ancient tree spirit who was willing to communicate with me. I was shocked and immediately conveyed my thoughts through the sea of ​​spirit:

"I want to see the ancient war trees in this swamp. We are here with sincerity. The purpose of coming here is to help the ancient tree spirits lift the black forest's thousands-year-old ban on the magic circle..."

What I didn't expect was that the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but also warned me in harsher words:

"Shut up, don't use these high-sounding words to cover up. Since you people have reached an alliance with the ancient war trees in the Crater of Thorns, you are my enemies. Leave my chassis quickly, otherwise I will remove you from the swamp one by one. Throw it into the ground..."

The real danger lurking in the misty swamp was finally revealed. I may have been involved in the grudges of the dryad clan in this forest thousands of years ago. Obviously, this ancient war tree is different from other ancient war trees in the black forest. The tree belongs to a hostile force...

Although it seems to have little power...