My Magic Age

Our team is very close to the Drowning Pond. We can see low-lying puddles on the wasteland. The grass here is obviously more lush. It is less than four days away from the Beigou Valley mining site. If you ride a fast horse, you can even run a round trip in less than a day.

There is no desolation in the wasteland. The spots of puddles are like stars twinkling in the night sky. Under the reflection of the setting sun, they are sprinkled with golden scales. Knee-high wild ferns grow around the puddles. Those fresh leaves are full of temptation for every orc. The edible wild vegetables in the wild are like weeds, shepherd's purse, wheel grass, wild radish, and water celery.

Geerle took Kuz's hand and ran to a plant with tender green heart-shaped leaves. He pulled out the hunting knife hanging on his waist, cut off the tender stems of these vines, pushed them aside, and inserted the hunting knife deeply into the moist soil. He pried it up hard, and a large piece of brown soil with a bunch of potatoes was pried out.

This place is so sparsely populated that the orcs dare not set foot here to avoid the swamp zombies. Even the orcs in the mining field couldn't help bending down when they saw the wild vegetables everywhere, and quickly picked a handful of tender wild vegetable leaves and stuffed them into their mouths to chew without caring about their image. Even these days, the orc supervisors in the mining field can eat a lot every meal, maybe because they are too hungry, they still can't help but eat a bite when they see these edible wild vegetables.

But in addition, I began to find that the orc supervisors of the mining site, who usually liked to beat the gray dwarf slaves or tease the beastwomen of the Laitu tribe after eating, began to become cautious. They began to shrink on both sides of the gray dwarf slave team and silently followed our large group forward.

The number of swamp zombies wandering in the wilderness began to increase. I could even see several swamp corpse kings on the distant hills from Yagui Beast. Their unusually tall figures silently watched our group among the corpses. The invisible pressure began to affect our entire team. This is the real terrifying swamp zombie.

When the beastwomen warriors rode the argali to hunt the swamp zombies on the edge of the area as usual, after hunting more than a dozen swamp zombies in succession, the swamp zombies wandering in the wilderness actually retreated to the direction of Drowning Pond at the same time. The orc supervisor of the Beigou Valley mining site ran over and told us: We can't go forward anymore. The zombies have already ambushed in front, waiting for us to pass and surround and kill us.

The Laitu tribe is located on the edge of the swamp. The Laitu beastwoman warriors have known the horror of swamp zombies since childhood and are very familiar with their habits. Zombies have almost no vision, and there is not much difference between day and night for them. The only difference is that the scorching sun will take away a lot of water from their bodies. For the death sickles of the ghost clan, under the direct sunlight, the body will turn into a white smoke. These death sickles will hide in caves or cemeteries during the day and only come out at night.

Swamp zombie kings are some undead creatures with primary wisdom. They instinctively know what danger is. If our team is a group of refugees wandering in the wasteland, I am afraid they would have already come to kill us. When they tentatively let ordinary swamp zombies contact us, they found that the weapons in the hands of the beastwoman warriors could easily pierce the thick armor on the zombies and hunt these slow-moving zombies. They didn't know what means to use to recall all the zombies scattered in the wasteland.

Since they couldn't go any further, Kuz asked the team to stop and build a camp.

At this time, the more than 1,000 gray dwarf slaves following the team began to get busy under the command of the orc supervisor. Almost everyone of them carried a shovel and a pickaxe. Building stoves and digging cellars were the dwarves' best skills. Sure enough, it didn't take long before neat rows of cellars were dug, and a half-meter-high thick earth wall was built around the cellars. The beastwoman warriors only needed to put the hard cowhide they carried on the top of the earth wall to support a roof that could shelter from the rain, and the cellars that could accommodate four or five beastwomen were built.

After these labors were completed, the gray dwarf slaves did not rest. They still carried shovels and silently dug trenches around the camp. Kuz and I didn't know what was going on. It was just the assignment of the orc supervisors in the mining field. Kuz dragged me to the leader of the orc supervisors in the mining field. I didn't like this skinny orc. I thought he would only take advantage of the orc girls besides bullying the gray dwarves.

Kuz casually took out a dried argali hind leg from the bag, took it in his hand and walked up, throwing the argali hind leg weighing dozens of kilograms into the arms of the orc supervisor, almost knocking the dwarf supervisor who was arrogantly scolding the gray dwarf slaves to work faster. Then he walked up to him kindly, put his arm around the dwarf supervisor's shoulder, and started chatting with him affectionately, regardless of how sour he was. In fact, there was nothing serious at all, just chatting about some random things to keep in touch.

I squatted aside and watched quietly as a skinny old gray dwarf, who was starving, swung his shovel vigorously to dig a trench. The trench was already deeper than his head. He was struggling to throw the dirt up every time, but he still had no intention of stopping. I couldn't help but ask curiously, "How deep does this trench need to be dug?"

"Dig as deep as you can!" The gray dwarf old man answered my question in pure orc language without raising his head.

"If we keep digging like this, how long will it take?" I kept asking.

The old gray dwarf raised his eyes and took a look. He was a little surprised to see that I was actually a human child, but he still replied honestly: "Keep digging until you finish eating!"

I can't understand why there is such an abundance of wild vegetables here, but the owner of Horsens almost starved these dwarves to death in the quarry. The beast girls picked a large amount of wild vegetables from the pasture. I heard from Gerile that dinner was a very traditional porridge with wild vegetable batter. Of course, the porridge made by the Laitu beast warriors and the orc supervisors in the quarry would be thicker and more delicious. Add some dried meat, and in the batter porridge of those gray dwarf slaves, the batter will probably not be much better than water, and wild grass will be their staple food.

I had no intention of listening to Kurz chatting with the orc overseer leader. Although I agreed with Kurtz doing this, it didn't mean I liked it.

I casually walked around the camp and watched Viruan set up the tent in the camp. Then before it was too late, he led Gubo Laima out of the camp. I thought their target should be the hills in the distance. Those few corpse kings. Weilu and the others found an egg-sized magic core in the corpse king's head they brought out of Bangor Manor. It is said that the magic crystal inside is twice as big as the magic core found in the head of an ordinary zombie. Presumably they wanted to try their luck this time and see if they had a chance to hunt one again. I saw Sister Guoguo, dressed in white, also following the team. It seemed that they were very determined this time.

I squatted by the stove and watched the beast girls of the Laitu tribe cooking vegetable porridge. After countless corrections from me, these women finally understood that wild vegetables should be washed carefully before being put into the pot. To this day, I still dare not praise the food they cook. Even if they have extremely finely ground wheat flour, they can only cook batter porridge and pancakes on stone slabs. As the population of the team has increased dramatically, the maid Asakusa has told the cooks not to make black bread and pancakes. These two foods consume too much flour, so the team's food has been very simple recently, just batter porridge with salt and dried meat. , after visiting this place, the batter porridge has turned into vegetable porridge.

Gerile and Asakusa were washing a pot of round and white potatoes at the side of a puddle. It seemed that the two of them were harmonious. There were two golden pheasants at Gerile's feet, with feathers on their bodies. The arrow has not been drawn out yet. They were fascinated when they saw me standing aside. The maid Asakusa just looked at me curiously, but Gerile was very familiar with me. She raised her face and said jokingly to me: "Master Jia, do you want to help us wash the floor together?" Yam."

After this thing is washed, even if it is peeled, cut into small pieces and blanched in a pot with water, it is difficult to remove the astringent taste. No wonder the Green Empire lists this as a food that can only be eaten by slaves. I didn't expect that just as Geril and Kuz dug out the potatoes, Geril found two golden pheasants and prepared to make a pot of delicious food according to Kuz's instructions. Anyway, I don’t want to try what these two people cook. They can make barbecue, but I don’t even have the courage to try other things.

Maybe Sister Guoguo can have some delicious food with the Storm Chaser Adventure Group when she comes back in the evening. Sister Guoguo's taste is pretty normal.

Hearing Gerile's invitation, I quickly shook my head and ran away.

On the other side of the puddle, several beast girls were washing a large amount of shepherd's purse. These shepherd's purses were used for cooking porridge by gray dwarf slaves. The washed shepherd's purse was piled in a big pile on the grass beside it. I saw There was only a small half bag of black flour on the side. It seemed that the flour would be divided equally among the more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves. Even if it was thrown into the soup pot, even the thickening would not be too thick. Thinking of the old gray dwarf man standing in the trench digging hard, I think they should enjoy some slightly better food. These gray dwarf slaves cannot collapse. We can still expect them to work for us in the future!

Those freshly washed green shepherd's purse reminded me of the shepherd's purse dumplings I had eaten in my previous life. I suddenly became interested, so I got in among these beast girls and started making shepherd's purse dumplings with them.

Naturally, I cannot prepare meals for more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves. I am just giving a demonstration to these beast girls. Fortunately, the steps for this are very simple: chop the washed shepherd's purse with a knife and put it into a large pot. , then add some fine salt and minced grilled sausage, and finally add a little black flour, so that each shepherd's purse leaf is slightly covered with a little flour, shape it into a vegetable dumpling, put it in a pot, steam it over high heat, and you can eat it. .

In fact, I don’t think this food tastes good, and I can’t get the taste back no matter what. After it was done, I just picked up a vegetable dumpling and left.

Hiding in Sister Guoguo's tent, I boringly practiced the two magic skills of "Magic Resistance" and "Fire Tongue Weapon". When the magic power was exhausted, I would feel that new magic powers were slowly growing in my body. That feeling of magic.

The structural diagram of the "heating" magic circle clearly appeared in my mind. The light yellow magic force was condensed at one point. I felt that my control over the magic force became stronger. The magic force was very stable. It rotated freely between my fingers, and I just stretched out my hand to draw a magic array in the air, and then the bright magic light rushed into my body like a six-pointed star array.

At this time, the "heating" skill has been promoted to level eight. At this time, the heating function can already show some power. Increasing the body's magic recovery speed by 80% makes me feel that the magic value consumed in the body can be fully restored in less than ten minutes. Although this also shows that the magic value storage in my body is a bit pitiful, if I have a magic pool in the future, the magic value capacity will increase, and then the magic recovery speed will increase exponentially.

Those human magicians like Sister Guoguo are more accustomed to getting out of the battle as much as possible before the magic power is exhausted, and using meditation to restore their magic power. Orc shamans are different from magicians. Orc shamans also have strong magic recovery capabilities during battle. And I, a human child, by chance, have learned the "heating" magic skill common to all races, and also have the water totem of the "magic recovery" skill. Sometimes, I really want to try to turn on the magic recovery effect of the water totem and the heating magic recovery effect at the same time, and how fast my magic recovery speed will be!

I felt that after the magic power was drained out of my body, new magic power was generated in the nodes in my body that originally contained magic power, just like the refreshing feeling of a spring of fresh water flowing into my mouth after running wildly in the desert under the scorching sun until my mouth was dry.

There was a noise outside the tent. I didn't know what happened. Under normal circumstances, I hid in Sister Guoguo's tent, and Kuz rarely came to find me because Sister Guoguo was a water magician worthy of awe.

But I didn't expect Kuz to come to me at this time, and the reason was actually the turmoil caused by those shepherd's purse dumplings.

I never thought that these vegetable dumplings would make the whole dinner very chaotic. The steamed vegetable dumplings exuded an attractive aroma, which made the tribal beast girls who originally prepared batter vegetable porridge abandon the vegetable porridge one after another, and they all asked the cooks for mercy, exchanged the vegetable porridge for a few balls of shepherd's purse dumplings, and took them back to eat with relish.

As a result, the shepherd's purse dumplings, which were originally enough for 1,300 gray dwarves, became very scarce. At this time, it was the turn of the orc supervisors in the mining field to take turns to get food. They saw many beastwomen eating the dumplings with relish, thinking that these were dinner, and they came to get the dumplings one after another. As a result, the remaining dumplings were only enough to be distributed to a few hundred gray dwarves, and the remaining half of the gray dwarf slaves had no dinner.

The gray dwarves who worked hard to dig trenches began to get upset. They were afraid of the orc supervisors, so they vented their anger on the gray dwarves who had already received the dumplings. From complaining quietly at the beginning to scolding each other later, until finally, the gray dwarves completely burst out the resentment accumulated in their hearts, and some people started to quarrel.

Many gray dwarves were whipped, and Kuz sent people to distribute the remaining wild vegetable porridge to the gray dwarves who did not eat the dumplings, and the matter was settled. Kuz got to the bottom of it and found that it was because of me who suddenly had the idea of ​​turning the original wild vegetable porridge into steamed vegetable dumplings. That’s why he came to find me in Sister Guoguo’s tent and complained endlessly.

Finally, the two of us sat on the grass outside Sister Guoguo’s tent, looking at the beautiful scenery of the setting sun in the distance.

Kuz suddenly said: "That... Jia, do you think they will come at night?"

"Uh!" I didn't react to what Kuz was saying for a while, but when I thought it through, I suddenly had an idea in my mind. I found that after a flash of inspiration in my mind, it seemed that I had grasped something at this moment.

I began to sort out the thoughts in my mind, and then began to organize my words, and said to Kuz: "They should come! They will definitely come, and maybe they will meet those death sickles. By the way, I have a good idea..."