My Magic Age

When the trigger was pressed, the firing pin at the rear of the shotgun pierced the magic mechanism of the gun body fiercely, and the magic power contained in the magic structure of the gun body exploded at once. At night, it should be clearer to see, and the entire silver-plated shotgun body suddenly glowed. At that moment, a mysterious pattern like a magic array appeared on the entire shotgun body. The copper pea that was damaged by the "flame tongue weapon" turned into a line of fire and sprayed out.

The human eye cannot keep up with the speed of the bullet. When the gray dwarf knight's face changed drastically and wanted to retract his head into the shield, the copper pea had already slid into the replacement position of his cast steel helmet eye, and with a "puff", it hit his eye socket, and a handful of blood spurted out. The fire magic damage attached to the copper pea exploded the moment it touched the gray dwarf's eyes, and the flying sparks covered his entire face. The poor gray dwarf was still wearing a full helmet on his head. After the sparks flew out, they quickly rebounded and caused secondary, tertiary, and quaternary damage. However, the most fatal thing to him was the copper pea shot into his eye.

He was thrown back by the force brought by the copper pea, and with a "ah" sound, the severe pain spread to his brain. His hands could no longer hold the horns of the argali. The argali continued to rush forward. The gray dwarf robber held his head with both hands and fell backwards. He rolled on the ground in a mess for only a few times, and it seemed that he was only breathing out, not breathing in.

Because there was no knight, the argali also stopped not far away and kicked the grass restlessly.

For a moment, the laughter of the gray dwarf bandits on the opposite side disappeared, and the suppressed murderous aura gathered again. For these gray dwarves, guns are not rare things. The dwarves with exquisite manufacturing technology always like to study strange things. They have extremely strong imagination and creativity. Hunting rifles are the products developed by the dwarves to replace bows and arrows, but there is no doubt that guns are ultimately failures.

Hunters rarely like to use guns because guns are very unstable, very expensive, and difficult to maintain.

Although a lot of practice can improve the accuracy, the life of ordinary guns cannot maintain a standard practice cycle and will be scrapped. So apart from the dwarves themselves, few other races use hunting rifles, unless they are some big collectors.

And a kid like me, standing on the grass slope and knocking down a fully armored gray dwarf robber, this fatal humiliation made these dwarves feel suffocated, just like the leader of Barent at this moment, the blood vessels on his forehead have bulged, and his iron-blue face is full of murderous aura. His face is swollen and red, and he shouted: "All gray dwarf warriors, get ready, charge!"

"Charge!"

Hundreds of argali rushed towards our hillside at the same time, and their heavy footsteps on the ground were like thunder coming from afar.

Bifukuri didn't expect that I would have such accurate shooting skills, even a sharpshooter is no more than this. He deliberately let his horse run a little slower, probably because he didn't want to be on the ice again. Those ice traps made him suffer a lot. He still has several frostbite on his body that haven't healed yet. He doesn't want to be frozen like a winter warrior riding a wild boar.

...beautiful dividing line...

In fact, I think I am more accurate than the sharpshooter, because my spiritual sea clearly marks the perfect virtual trajectory and the movement trajectory of the copper pea in my eyes. I only need to overlap the two trajectories at a certain moment, so that I can hit the target without missing a single shot. It is a great insult to the dwarves to knock down a dwarf warrior with a gun. The dwarves are arrogant and think that the armor they have built has a defensive ability that other armor cannot match. This kind of full-complex armor is the nemesis of bows and arrows and firearms, not to mention the stones thrown by the slingshot, hitting the chain mail is like tickling people.

Facing the charge of the gray dwarves, I still held the gun motionlessly, pointing at the gray dwarves rushing over.

"Come back, my child!" Finally, the old orc of the Laitu tribe behind him couldn't help it, and he shouted in a dry and hoarse voice.

The orcs in the tribe behind began to get agitated. Some old orcs stood up and joined the resistance. The orc girls holding short spears also raised their fighting spirit to the highest point. When a human child, holding a hunting rifle, blocked the bodies of all the orcs, he still calmly faced the iron cavalry and war hammers of the gray dwarf robbers. At this moment, no one in the entire tribe of Laitu was afraid. The folk customs of the orcs were originally very tough, and they were even more indifferent to death. It was just that decades of comfortable life had polished away their original sharpness. But once someone took the lead and ignited the brave nature in their hearts, each of them was a wolf.

An old orc said in a deep voice: "Hold the stick tightly, you can't do this! Their hammers will smash the stick out of your hand in the first place, tie it with a belt, like this, there is still time! Come on, I will help you."

"Let the child come back! We will fight with him, even if we die, let our brave orcs die first."

"We must have the dignity of our orcs!"

"Ji Jia, come back soon! We will all fight with you!"

There is a spirit that needs to be awakened with life. Every orc has his own courage, but when they make life choices, they don't know which side to give up. There needs to be a role model to tell them how to do it. I stood at the forefront, and my original intention was not to inspire the fighting spirit of the orcs. This was something I didn't expect. These orcs with blood were so easily incited.

My original intention of standing here was actually to worry that the gray dwarves would split up and attack us from the side. If they avoided the frost scroll formation we arranged, they would be a group of wild boars rushing into the cabbage field, and we would be torn to pieces in an instant. I stood up to provoke, to draw out their anger, and then charge at us. Once we were in a melee, there might be hope of escape.

My gun was not aimed at the gray dwarf's eyes. In front of the gray dwarf bandits who were surging like a tide, I could only do my best to pull the trigger, and the copper peas shot out quickly, open the magazine to load the copper peas, press the trigger, and then shoot the copper peas out.

A blood hole just appeared on the head of an argali, and white brain and bright red blood just splattered on the gray dwarf bandit. The argali's front legs softened and it fell on the grass, rolling into a ball with the gray dwarf on its back. The gray dwarf riders behind him avoided it one after another, but the charging formation was very dense, and there were always people who could not avoid it, and they fell on the body of the argali and rolled into a ball again.

Once the rider fell, it was difficult to avoid the trampling of the subsequent fighting argali, and the chaos spread infinitely.

The gray dwarf who rushed in the front was only fifty meters away from me... Keep shooting... Forty meters away... Shoot...

When the first argali stepped on a magic scroll, the tough horseweed was not broken, and the frost scroll was crushed beyond recognition by the argali's hoof, but the rope buckle of the horseweed would not open no matter what. If the scroll was not opened, the magic skills could not be released. My heart even rose to my throat.

Kuz and Qige, who were standing on the mound behind me, were even more frightened. The most worried thing happened. The dwarf robbers rushed into the grass covered with magic scrolls, but the sheep's hoof did not step on the scrolls. The skills on the scrolls could not be released. But the gray dwarves had already rushed in front of me. I could even clearly see the minced meat on the teeth of the gray dwarf in front. I looked at them with wide eyes and smiled at them strangely. My lips kept trembling, and the sound of the spell had come out.

"ㄔㄝㄒㄩ!"

... Beautiful dividing line...

The copper hammer as big as a bowl just hit my head. The dwarf had already thought of the way he had cracked the skull of the frightened child in front of him. But in the end, the copper hammer did not encounter any resistance and actually smashed empty at the last moment. The gray dwarf robber thought in his heart: Maybe the child suddenly fell down, and he didn't roll under the sheep's hoof and was stepped into a meat paste!

The gray dwarf bandit tightened the shield in his other hand. He saw that the short javelins in the hands of the beastwomen on the mound should be thrown out soon! If he didn't throw them, he would have no chance. But why did the sound of explosions continue to appear around him, like the sound of countless huge ice blocks breaking. The body felt colder and colder.

There were all kinds of terrified screams behind him. The gray dwarf was looking back suspiciously, but he didn't notice that the argali under him had stepped on a snow-white magic scroll, and the fragile horseweed was broken at once. When the argali raised its hoof, a fierce snow storm broke out from under the argali. The extremely cold breath wrapped the gray dwarf bandit and the whole argali in it, and the white cold air began to roll outward.

The entire gray dwarf bandit group was shrouded in white fog. The sound like popping beans continued to sound. There were argali that kept breaking the frost scroll on the grass. The cold air was accumulating and spreading little by little. Looking down from the slope, you can even see the gray dwarf bandits in the mist, who are covered with white frost and still charging forward stubbornly.

Ordinary frost scrolls can only spread a little cold air, wrapping the legs of the argali with a layer of snow-white frost, but the cold-resistant argali does not need to pay attention to this at all, their fur will keep them warm enough. But the enhanced frost scrolls are different. Once these scrolls are detonated, the entire argali and the gray dwarf bandits riding on it will be instantly frozen into ice sculptures. Those with better physiques will be covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, just like a warrior with a strong physique like Bifukuri, who will not be frozen into ice blocks by the frost scrolls.

Screams continued to be heard, and the gray dwarf riders rushing up from behind kept hitting the ice sculptures. Those gray dwarves who were frozen into ice blocks, the strong ones would get up from the ground, with snow residue on their faces, and look at the vast snow fog in panic, and they could no longer tell the directions. Even some weak gray dwarves, like argali, would be shattered into pieces in an instant once they were frozen into ice sculptures and hit by the riders behind them. Their flesh and blood would continue to break along the cracks of the ice sculptures and scatter on the frost-covered grass.

Some gray dwarves relied on their strong physiques and excellent resistance to resist the freezing effect of the enhanced frost scrolls. They wanted to find a direction to break out and could not go forward. Although there was only a distance of more than 20 meters ahead to rush to the top of the slope and fight those hateful tribal orcs, there was no telling how many magic scrolls were arranged in this distance of more than 20 meters.

The desperate screams of the dwarf bandits, the sound of the scrolls bursting through the air, the sound of ice cubes breaking, and the bleating sounds of the argali sheep intertwined together, making this ice and snow world like a Shura field, with countless frost scrolls releasing The ice aura was superimposed on each other, and the bodies of the gray dwarf bandits who were covered with ice slag and walking in the ice and snow continued to become rigid. As long as someone fell down, it meant that they could no longer get up. No one can avoid the argali rushing in from behind in such an ice-filled Shura field.

People in front were constantly being frozen into ice sculptures, and gray dwarves from behind rushed in one after another, smashing these ice sculptures into pieces.

In the center of this ice explosion, Barent's body was covered with thick layers of ice. His thick beard was like a twist, frozen hard by the ice breath. No matter how strong his body was, it was still here. In the wave of ice explosions, he was scratched all over by the ice slag spikes. Barent looked down at the solid scales on his body. A, at this time, not only did this armor not bring him any protection, but it quickly conveyed the cold air, causing a layer of ice to condense on the surface of the skin. Whenever the muscles of the whole body moved forcibly, that layer of hardness The ice will be burst, and the sharp ice spikes will cut countless small wounds on the skin, and the blood will condense quickly.

He tried hard to calm down. In such a predicament, the more panicked he was, the faster he would die. Countless times in the face of adversity and death, Barrent relied on his calm mind and tenacity to survive. He stretched out his hand with difficulty to pick up an untrodden card from the grass. He never expected that the group of orcs opposite who were so poor that they couldn't even afford food could have such a luxurious arrangement of a large array of magic scrolls.

This magic scroll was so small that it could be held completely in the palm of his hand. The rough magic antelope skin was tied with a simple horse lily grass. Barrent felt extremely regretful at this time.

If we had known this earlier, even if a group of forward teams were sent over and stepped on these magic scroll traps laid casually on the ground, the teams behind would not have fallen into such a situation! If that were the case, I am afraid that the hundreds of magic scrolls on this grassland would not be able to escape from my hands. Such a powerful scroll would be worth at least a few hundred gold coins!

At this time, the beast women on the top of the slope were probably watching a good show. Barent felt a chill in his heart. He thought of the beast women on the top of the slope who caught a glimpse of them during the charge. Each of them had their backs on their backs. There were several flying spears, but when I looked at the field, I didn't see any. I guess they still had some backup plans. Looking at the gray dwarves, who were more than half dead or injured and had completely lost their will to fight, Balent roared sadly.

"Go to both sides. As long as you can still move, don't wait to die!" Barrent shouted hysterically in his throat, but it was still covered by the noise of people turning on their backs. He could only lead the gray dwarf warriors gathered around him to retreat to the left. He waved the copper hammer in his hand and smashed the argali that passed by to death one after another. He frowned and stared at the big copper bell eyes and roared viciously. Said: "Don't feel bad about the animals. Kill them. Their running around in the formation will only trigger more traps! Damn the beast hunters and the damn human magicians!"

I didn't expect that the orcs on the opposite side would be so ruthless. The value of these magic scrolls could almost equip a cavalry regiment of more than a hundred people. I didn't expect that they would be thrown into this battle all at once. Some gray dwarves had already taken off their dwarf chain armor in a panic. The chain armor was hung with a thick layer of ice. The ice made the movements of these skilled dwarf warriors extremely slow. Go out quickly, untie these heavy shackles, and run faster.

Barrent looked for the tall ancient Bolai horse in the crowd and the liger carrying two giant swords: "He was the one who brought the warriors into this ice tomb. He should have known that beforehand." , He must have known, but he didn’t say... I’m going to kill him!”

Bifocury stood at the back of the gray dwarf bandit group, and he was stunned for a moment.

He looked up and saw a gray dwarf warrior stepping on the magic scroll on the grass. The sudden burst of cold air completely froze the gray dwarf warrior who had just rolled off the argali. The frightened expression was still clearly on his face. Inside the ice, his eyes seemed to be able to move. When his eyes looked at Bifuculi, he showed a look of pleading. He must have wanted to break through the ice and get out. .

Bifocury strode up, and the chill that filled the air made him shiver, chilling to the bone. Looking forward, the entire gray dwarf cavalry regiment was caught in the ice explosion zone. The ice mist spread across the entire battlefield, rolling and swallowing all the gray dwarf warriors. The gray dwarfs charging behind could not stop at all, and rolled in like dumplings. This world of ice and snow.

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