My Magic Age

The bonfire was filled with a foul smell. The swamp zombie heads, which were as big as mine watermelons, were neatly stacked. They were green and reflected a glossy luster under the firelight, just like the watermelon stalls piled on the roadside in early summer. Several beast girls, with thick linen towels wrapped around their heads, sat in front of these zombie heads, holding a sharp Xuanhua axe made by the dwarves in their hands, and the axe kept hitting the zombie heads, making a series of "clicks".

A small wooden box was placed next to the bonfire between them, which contained a lot of magic cores that had just been found from zombie skulls. Whenever the beast girls found a magic core, they would cheer softly, then wipe the magic core covered with corpse fluid and throw it into the small wooden box.

The Fire Gathering Scroll was pressed down by several stones so that it was not blown away by the wind. The flame was burning tenaciously on the scroll. Even the strong night wind could not blow out the elemental fire. The broken zombie skull was thrown under the earth slope on one side and rolled far away.

I crawled out of the sleeping bag and rubbed my sleepy eyes. It was a burst of anxious heartbeats that woke me up from my deep sleep. That weird feeling made me feel uncomfortable all over, just like when I just entered the North Foothills Wasteland, I always felt that someone was staring at me and danger was coming soon. This feeling is sometimes accurate and sometimes not, but I can't sleep anymore no matter what.

During the day, we finally killed a road full of zombie corpses on the windmill hills, and finally cleared the swamp zombies on our way forward, so we collected a large number of zombie skulls, nearly a thousand in number. There were countless zombie corpses left along the way. Originally, I wanted to simply refine corpse fire oil, but unfortunately there were not enough pottery jars, so I had to give up this plan.

I just collected the zombie skulls in a linen bag, put them together, and asked several beast girls who were willing to do this to smash the skulls and take out the magic cores inside. No one wants to carry those smelly zombie skulls with them tomorrow.

No one wants to smash these dirty zombie skulls with the smell. The smell is on your hands, and it is difficult to completely remove the smell even if you wash it repeatedly with water. But when Kuz proposed that he would get an extra secret sausage for every magic core he found, this problem was no longer a problem.

We had reached the edge of the Windmill Hills before nightfall, and walked further to the North Valley Mining Site. In fact, there was no need to take a detour to the North Valley Mining Site to go to the Drowning Pond, but we wanted to get a few big iron pots there. Only the mines there have first-class blacksmiths. They used to be called blacksmiths, but now they can only be regarded as miners, a group of gray dwarf miners.

Before nightfall, we were worried that the swamp zombies would sneak into the camp silently, so we not only arranged the beastwoman warriors to take turns to watch the night, but also burned several scrolls of fire gathering around the camp, so that the whole camp was bright. I crawled out of the sleeping bag and got out of Sister Guoguo's tent.

Sister Guoguo was curled up in the quilt and sleeping soundly. I, like a cat, lifted a corner of the tent curtain and crawled out.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and I found that the bonfire in the northwest corner of the camp had gone out. It felt like the magic power on the scroll of Fire Gathering was rapidly lost, and then the scroll lost all its magic power at once, so it went out. Otherwise, even if the wind was strong, it would not be able to blow out the flame on the scroll, which was originally a magical fire.

I was about to investigate, and suddenly I heard a muffled groan of pain in the distance, followed by the beast girl's scolding, followed by two more screams. This series of sounds spread far in the silent night, and even with the sound of the wind and the "crackling" sound of splitting zombie skulls, it could not cover up the misery of the sound. A figure suddenly came out of the tent next to me. In the dim night, I could only vaguely see that he was wrapped in gray linen, as if he could blend into the night. If I hadn't seen the very special burning bow in his hand, I'm afraid I wouldn't have recognized him at all. But doesn't this guy Weilu have the habit of taking off his clothes when he sleeps at night?

I saw someone chasing after the sound, and I hurriedly followed behind.

At this time, Qiangba's steady voice came from behind me. He said to me in surprise: "Jia, why did you get up too?"

"I just wanted to get up..."

I turned around and was about to explain to Qiangba, but Qiangba had already picked me up quickly and fell to the side. At this time, a gray-white figure appeared out of thin air at my original position. I couldn't see what it was, but it held a huge bone sickle in its hand. One second after I left that position, it slashed my neck tightly, and a trace of blood flowed from my neck.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp arrow flew past my eyes and pierced the body of the white figure. The figure suddenly shook and disappeared into the night in front of me and Qiang Bahe. At this time, I found that my body seemed to have several big holes, and the magic power contained in each node in my body was sucked away like water.

At this time, two arrows were shot in succession in the darkness, but unfortunately they missed.

Weilu chased after me from behind, panting, and glanced at Qiang Bahe. Qiang Bahe rolled over and stood up from the grass. I was also scared and pale. If Qiang Bahe had not reacted quickly enough, I might have been cut into two pieces by the white figure.

"What is that?" I suppressed the fear in my heart and asked Qiang Bahe next to me.

Jianbach followed Weiru forward. The two of them looked very solemn. Seeing that I was still following them at this time, Jianbach said to me directly: "Call your sister. These are killers who came out of the death swamp. They He’s used to hiding in the dark, so it’s hard to deal with him!”

I said to myself that it was true that you two thought I was a burden. I saw that the two of them cooperated tacitly and moved very quickly. It was really useless to follow behind. I didn’t bring out the silver-plated shotgun. I felt guilty, so I turned around. Running towards Sister Guoguo's tent, the beast girls who were smashing the skulls of swamp zombies in front of the campfire were already pale with fright.

Kurtz ran over from under the dark grass slope, wearing only leather armor pants and carrying an alloy bow. When he saw me, he asked: "Did you find the death scythe?"

"Huh? The guy with the huge scythe is called Death Scythe? This name is so appropriate!" I was stunned and realized that the monster that attacked me had a very domineering name.

Sister Guoguo said from behind me: "He also has a unified title, called Ghost! He is an assassin in the undead clan. He is good at absorbing the opponent's magic power in battle. He has the 'silence' skill. He can be regarded as the nemesis of the mage!"

Sister Guoguo got up from the tent in a hurry. She only put on a magic coat outside her nightgown. Her hair was loose and her snow-white feet were exposed. In the dark night, they were emitting crystal light by the light of the fire. When she saw that I was going to run out with Kurtz to look for the death scythe that might be lurking in the camp, she grabbed me.

Whispered softly in my ear: "Nothing can be more attractive to those guys than magicians. They are very sensitive to magic power. They like to be close to creatures with strong magic elements and suck the magic power from them!"

Then he said to me: "The two undead monsters, the Swamp Zombie and the Death Scythe, make up for each other's shortcomings in the swamp. This is the real Death Swamp. Even the Wolf Cavalry can easily die from these deaths." During the sneak attack of the sickle."

I have never been able to understand what is so scary about these swamp zombies that would force the entire orc tribe to abandon their homes and flee. The orc werewolves are born reckless and fierce, and are not afraid of death. They are also natural hunters. It stands to reason that they have lived on the edge of the death swamp for so many years and are already familiar with the characteristics of swamp zombies. For these zombies, harpooneers and leaders Archers with armor-piercing arrows are definitely their nemesis. Even the Laitu tribe would be forced to leave their homeland, which is a bit incredible.

Now I finally know that these ghost creature death scythes are the most terrifying. If there are always some such killers lurking in the dark night, waiting to harvest lives, no matter how strong your will is, it will gradually collapse over time.

At this time, Gerile, disheveled, ran out again from the direction Kuz came from. Her large wheat-colored skin was exposed. When I saw me, I looked at her curiously, not caring about the leg exposed under the leather armor. , went directly to Kurtz's side and whispered: "Two female warriors responsible for keeping vigil died. They were fatal with one knife. They should have been killed by those death scythes!"

At this moment, I suddenly felt that the magic elements in my body were unusually active, and that indescribable sense of panic came over me. Kurtz has the legendary talent of the beast clan, "survival instinct", and it was at this moment that he predicted the danger was coming. , looked behind me in shock, and behind me was Sister Guoguo.

I quickly turned around and got behind Sister Guoguo. I had no time to react. At this moment, a huge bone scythe condensed in the dark air. In my panic, there was nothing to block me, and I jumped out of my arms. He randomly took out a wolf-tooth dagger and raised it without thinking.

The giant bone scythe had been slashed down diagonally, and it hit the wolf fang dagger I held out in my hand. My strength was much smaller than that of the death scythe, and the dagger was not a very good defense. The weapon I used was almost unobstructed. The bone scythe of the death scythe hit my shoulder. Fortunately, the material of the Wolf Fang Dagger was hard enough to withstand the blade of the giant bone scythe. However, the one-foot-long scythe head penetrated my shoulder blade diagonally and broke three ribs. The tip of the sharp scythe had already penetrated into my abdominal cavity. At this moment, the pain was so painful that I could hardly speak.

I finally felt what it was like during the day when the zombies were thrown onto the javelin with the horns of the devil antelope.

At this time, Kurtz shouted hoarsely: "Jia!"

I relied on my keen sense of magic and felt the abnormal fluctuations of magic elements around me to know that the danger came from behind me, while Kurtz relied purely on his own talent. He discovered this dangerous situation almost at the same time as me, but he was a little slower than me after all, because he chose to draw an arrow at the first moment. When I turned around and ran behind Sister Guoguo, he Under the surprised gaze of Sister Guoguo, she was facing Sister Guoguo with her bow and arrow drawn, and she was facing Sister Guoguo with great momentum.

Kurtz saw with his own eyes the giant scythe that appeared out of thin air and struck me on the shoulder, and it was at this moment that his feather arrow was shot.

The sound of him shouting out my name was transmitted to my ears along with the sound of his arrow breaking through the air. The fine steel arrowhead flew past Sister Guoguo's pearl earrings and between her neck. Cut off a messy strand of her hair, passed it straight through, and nailed it to the death scythe's chest.

"Bang!"

It was the sound of countless ice cubes breaking, coming right above my head, and at the same time, there was endless chill.

Damn Kuz, what he pulled out was a magic rune arrow. This was Qige's last gift to Kuz on her last night in Guluding Town. It was not some superb magic skill, mysterious formula, or any powerful weapon or precious magic material, but an idea, or even just a guess.

Miss Qi thought that since the frost scroll had such unexpected power and could be drawn on a palm-sized magic parchment, she put forward a point of view: since the magic scroll could be installed on the beast clip to make a simple magic trap, if the magic parchment was processed to be thinner, and the scroll with the frost magic pattern array drawn was rolled behind the tip of the feather arrow, wouldn't it become a magic arrow?

Well, on the last night, I was busy with Qige in her temporary laboratory all night. Before dawn, she changed into a luxurious court dress and boarded the airship and returned to the Green Imperial Capital, while I stood on the hillside and cried. But before that, we actually made three magic arrows.

This feather arrow is one of the three magic arrows.

I was covered with a thick layer of frost, including Sister Guoguo's entire back, and the white ghost floating above my head, hiding under a black tattered cloak, was covered with ice chips all over. Its shrill scream pierced my eardrums. I think it probably knew it was in danger.

A flare floated up from Sister Guoguo's hand. I thought she would at least use a magic skill like "Ice Arrow"! Unexpectedly, she just shot a magic flare into the sky at this time, and the whole camp was instantly as bright as day.

Only then did I see the Death Scythe clearly. It was a half-skeleton wrapped in a black rag. There were no bones below the pelvis, only the pale bones of the upper body. Two balls of blue soul fire burned in the eye sockets on the skull. I seemed to be able to feel its extreme fear from the two balls of fire. Its entire right hand had turned into a giant bone sickle, but it was stuck in my body at this time, and I didn't know how to pull it out.

Under the illumination of the flares as bright as daylight, the Death Scythe actually emitted green smoke all over its body, as if it was on fire. The stinging sensation made the Death Scythe scream miserably, but every joint of its body was covered with frost and it couldn't move at all.

In the darkness, a white light flashed, and an arrow nailed directly into the head of the Death Scythe.

At this time, Qiang Bach also rushed to my side. He actually threw away the mace in his hand and directly grasped the giant sickle handle of the Death Scythe. He was obviously worried that the Death Scythe would stab me again when it was struggling to death.

"Duolunle!" Qiangbahe shouted loudly. At this time, the Death Scythe grabbed Qiangbahe with its other hand, but was blocked by the shield in his other hand.