My Magic Age

At dawn, the sun shines in through the gaps in the tent. I can no longer feel the light of the magic crystal lamp in the tent. The incense that Sister Guoguo lit for me has gone out. Sister Guoguo didn't come back all night. Yesterday, she was taken away by Qiangbahe in the evening. She told me not to wait for her and told me to rest early. It seems that the relationship between the two is progressing very quickly.

The magic box next to me was filled with enhanced frost scrolls again. I reached out and carefully closed the lid of the magic box. Put the cork on the remaining magic ink on the table and put it back into another box of magic ink. Qige left a whole box of magic ink when she left. I have been worried that the zombies in the swamp will come to my door again these days, so I draw magic scrolls day and night.

It was already the tenth day after the last zombie war. I was hiding in Sister Guoguo's tent. I was so tired from making the enhanced frost scroll that I got up from the desk, threw the magic pen casually on the table, stretched my body, drank the water in the wooden cup beside me, and my dizzy head suddenly became much clearer.

I opened the curtain of the tent and walked out to see that on the hillside in the distance, there were still gray dwarf slaves next to ten huge iron pots placed side by side, constantly throwing swamp zombies into the iron pots. The fire under the iron pots was burning fiercely, and the black smoke was blown to the north by the wind, forming a tilted smoke column that became wider as it went up.

In the past ten days, we have been refining corpse fire oil. At the beginning, we used the magic scroll of fire gathering under the big pot. Later, the iron pot with blue sail sand crystal finally produced pungent corpse fire oil. The fuel under the iron pot was changed to the corpse residue of swamp zombies fished out from the iron pot after refining the oil. These corpse residues were soaked in corpse fire oil and burned particularly fiercely.

Even the beast female warriors couldn't stand this scorching heat with bare chests. Just when we were thinking about how to reduce the heat around the iron pot so that the beast females could bear it, whether to sew a few fire-resistant leather clothes or keep sprinkling water around the iron pot, the orc supervisors in the mining field came to tell Kuz that the gray dwarf slaves were not afraid of heat. They were all natural forgers and had lived in a place with lava craters since childhood. This little heat was nothing to them.

So, the next step was much simpler. All the beast female warriors who refined corpse fire oil were replaced by gray dwarf slaves. Their daily work is to constantly throw the bodies of ordinary swamp zombies into the big iron pot, stand on the wooden ladder, use a long iron spoon to skim the corpse fire oil in the oil pot, and put it into the oil barrel. Finally, the corpse residue with dried fat is fished out, and these corpse residues become new fuel for refining corpse fire oil.

In our last battle, after the final inventory, we found that we had annihilated nearly two thousand ordinary zombies. These zombies could not be refined into corpse fire oil at once. Ten big pots could only hold less than one hundred swamp zombie corpses at most, so the oil refining project progressed very slowly. It took ten days to refine the corpses of these zombies.

Five hundred oil barrels have been filled with corpse fire oil, neatly stacked on the east side of the camp, like a wall.

The barrels used to hold the corpse fire oil are the second batch of new barrels transported from the mining site. These new barrels were transported three days ago. We found that 500 barrels could not hold so much corpse fire oil refined by swamp zombies, so we asked the orc supervisor to bring some gray dwarf slaves and nearly 1,000 kilograms of freshly dug potatoes from the grassland back to the mining site and buy 300 new barrels.

Watching the gray dwarf slaves slowly pouring the light green translucent viscous liquid from the iron spoon into the oil barrel, I thought that maybe I should make some small stoves that are easy to carry. These corpse fire oils are very good fuel, but if there is no good way to use them, it will cause great waste, just like when Kuz poured the corpse fire oil directly on the ground and ignited it at the beginning. Although the flames burned very vigorously, the corpse fire oil on the ground would soon seep into the soil and go out soon.

If there is an oil stove that can be filled with oil, pour the corpse fire oil into the oil stove and ignite it. If it is not used normally, you can also cover the stove. This oil stove will bring great convenience to orcs traveling in the wilderness. Before, the orcs have always used corpse fire oil to make fire bombs, but I found that the use of these zombies' oil can be more extensive. If the orcs can't pick up enough dry cow dung in the wilderness, sometimes they will inevitably eat cold food. These oil stoves will definitely bring great convenience to them.

Cleaning up swamp zombies is very profitable, and it is also extremely dangerous for the orcs and werewolves. Many times, the Elders of Guluding Town received letters of help from the edge of the swamp, and they would find some experienced formal hunters to form a group to clean up zombies in the remote areas of the swamp, but this year is a special disaster year. Almost all hunters went deep into the wilderness to hunt the magic antelope there, which caused the large-scale corpse problem in the area of ​​Drowning.

In the past few days, the beast women of the Laitu tribe found some sweet potatoes in this area. Some of them were taken back to the mining site by the orc overseers. The remaining few sweet potatoes were secretly made into vermicelli during the nights of these few days. The wet vermicelli were dried on the stone slabs, like bundles of thin spider silk.

Yesterday, Kuz shot a golden pheasant in the pasture. The meat of this wild bird running around in the grassland is very delicious. I felt that there was not much chicken, so I couldn't ask everyone to share it, so I made a pot of fragrant chicken soup. The chicken had been secretly eaten by Kuz. I picked some green and tender wild vegetables with dew in the morning, and happened to touch a few pheasant eggs in a grass nest. For a long time, I was reluctant to use the seasonings in my backpack. Without Lao Kuru by my side, I also cut off the source of these seasonings. Now there is only a little left, and I usually don't want to use it.

The exquisite stove was set up in front of Sister Guoguo's tent. This is also one of my many drawings. But I didn't expect that the orc farm owner of Huosens couldn't understand the drawings I drew. It took me a long time to explain to him what kind of stove I wanted.

This is the oil stove. Corpse fire oil is sucked up from the oil box inside by a thin copper tube, and emits a light blue flame in the lotus-shaped iron stove, which makes the earthenware pot on the stove sizzle. After cooking for a while, the potato flour inside becomes transparent.

Milky white pheasant eggs roll back and forth in the soup pot. A handful of young wild radish leaves are thrown into the soup pot, and the fragrance comes out. The potato flour just emits a strong fragrance. Kuz is holding a bag of magic cores. When he holds it in his hand, it makes a "clattering" sound. The 104 magic cores are heavy in his hand. He has been trying to convince me these days that he wants to give me half of these magic cores. I didn't accept it. I just picked a big one from the many magic cores, found a thin hemp rope to string it up, and hung it around my neck. But I think this thing looks more like a black walnut, which is very inconspicuous.

Today, he brought the bag of magic cores over again and sat on the bench next to the oil stove. Seeing that I didn't want to pay attention to him, he opened the lid of the earthenware jar and scooped out a spoonful of thick soup. He drank it without fear of the heat and praised the deliciousness.

"What are you two thinking about together?" Sister Guoguo came back from outside the camp in a white dress with a colorful crown on her head. I looked back along her body and didn't see Qiang Bach.

Sister Guoguo saw me like this, and asked me by the ear in a bit of annoyance: "Jia, what are you looking at?"

"No, no! I'm just looking around, just looking around!" I said quickly.

Recently, Viru is in a good mood. The harvest of the Wind Chaser Team these days is far greater than the harvest of hunting those magic antelopes deep in the Pai Plateau, and these magic cores are easier to carry. Sister Guoguo's smug look at this time, anyone can see that she is in a very good mood.

She sat on a small stool beside me with a comfortable look on her face, pointing at the potato flour in the soup pot and said, "Come, let me tell you how this tribal delicacy tastes, it smells quite fragrant!"

Just like that, more than five or six servings of potato flour were eaten up by the two boys and a weak female magician. We had just finished breakfast when the maid Asakusa ran over and said to Kuz, "Az, there is a small problem with the gray dwarf slaves who refine corpse oil!"

Kuz and I looked at each other and stood up at the same time. Kuz looked at me and asked, "What happened? Let's talk while we walk."

"When refining ordinary zombies, everything went smoothly. Last night, the gray dwarf slaves in charge of the 80th and 90th oil pots threw the bodies of 67 swamp corpse kings into the oil pots respectively, and also put in a certain amount of blue sail crystal sand as usual, but until now, the bodies of those corpse kings have not melted..."

Kuz looked at me. The wise Meyana gave the refining formula of this corpse fire oil to Qi Ge. Qi Ge wrote it to me in detail before leaving. Now that there was a problem, Kuz naturally asked me if there was any problem with the formula, or if there was any change in the ratio of the solvent blue alum crystal sand between the corpse king and the ordinary zombies.

I shook my head. Qi Ge didn't tell me this specifically, so I could only say, "Let's go to the scene and take a look!"

These swamp zombies are very smelly, especially after a long time after death, the smell is even worse. So we moved the refinery to a faraway hillside where it is more ventilated. Anyway, the swamp zombies in this area seem to have disappeared recently. If Viru and his men want to hunt the Swamp Zombie King every day, they need to ride their Gubola horses to a farther place. According to Tia's introduction, we estimate that this place is our destination, the Drowned Lake, and only there can we find scattered swamp zombies.