My Magic Age

In the evening, the setting sun stretched the shadows of the beast girls very long. They lined up neatly, carrying heavy backpacks full of potatoes along the dirt path towards the village. Everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles, and some of them were even humming cheerful folk songs. The beast girls were covered with black mud. They squatted by the stream, untied the water scoops around their waists, scooped up a scoop of clear water and poured it on their heads. The cool stream water washed away the black mud on their bodies, and also made the beast girls laugh like sweet silver bells.

Even though these beast girls were not beautiful, their skin was not smooth. They dealt with mud all day long, swimming in the muddy swamps like big loaches, and the mud on their bodies got wet and dry, and wet and dry again. When the wind blew, some places on their skin even cracked and had countless small wounds. Only the oil extracted from the thick fat of guinea pigs in the wilderness, applied to the cracked skin, can slowly heal those small cracks.

At this moment, I actually felt that these beast girls who picked potatoes were the most beautiful. They blended into the mountains and waters, like a very beautiful painting. I was like a tourist who accidentally walked into the painting, standing by the side with envy watching them playing by the stream, and following their sweet smiles, I also smiled on my face.

Their figures under the setting sun are the most beautiful, so full of vitality, exuding the breath of youth. After washing, they will sit on the grass by the stream, stretching their bodies, and enjoying the happiness brought by the leisure time.

"Jia, Azi and Huosens are waiting for you!" Geerle's shout came from afar. Her voice can be stretched very long, and I think it can penetrate the entire col where the village of Laitu is located.

"Hey!" I responded with a hoarse voice.

Those beast girls washing by the river looked at me one after another.

The beast girl who had accompanied Kuz and me for half a night happened to be standing in the stream. She was bending over to wash a potato as thick as her forearm. When she heard my voice, she raised her head and shook her countless braids, which were still covered with crystal water droplets. She smiled at me, revealing a mouthful of neat and white teeth.

If I hadn't run away quickly, they would probably come and catch me and throw me into the stream. They like to play such jokes. Beast girls are not easy to accept strangers. They bully strangers and are also afraid of strangers. But once they determine that someone is their own, they will be unscrupulous in being good to that person, and that kind of goodness is unreserved.

... Beautiful dividing line ...

After my repeated requests, Kuz gave up using the fire gathering scroll and chose to burn those discarded wood scraps, and built a bonfire. A fat and tender argali was skewered on the iron skewer and grilled on the fireworks. Asakusa kept shaking the handle to let the argali rotate slowly, trying to roast it evenly. Geerile squatted beside Asakusa, holding a small brush and brushing grease on the roasted argali. Some grease dripped onto the charcoal, and immediately a ball of sparks burst out.

Reflecting the hot firelight, the aroma wafted from the argali, making the beastmen waiting around swallow their saliva repeatedly.

I set up an iron pot next to me and boiled half a pot of water. Sitting on a small wooden block, holding a pottery basin in my hand, I skillfully used a wooden spoon to stir the sauce inside. This is the sauce made from the old soup boiled from the wild boar leg bones. I was going to put it in the iron pot and steam it slowly. In my memory, this thing was called a stew. After steaming, let it cool, cut it into two-centimeter small cubes, and fry it in a flat pan. When it comes out of the pot, pour some sesame paste, chili oil, garlic juice, and coriander on it. This is the delicacy in my memory.

I always want to use these things to prove something, so that I won't lose my way in this strange world. If the secrets in my heart are buried for too long, they will be wiped clean by the blackboard eraser of time, and the memories on the blackboard will become white chalk dust in the air and drift away.

The charcoal fire is very strong, reflecting my little face. People who are familiar with me know that my weird little ideas are often very reliable. When I concentrate on cooking, Kuz and Geerle are like two puppies, squatting obediently and patiently waiting for me to make delicious dishes.

The bonfire party is in the sun, and it officially begins after the last light is swallowed by darkness.

In our tribe, there are all kinds of beast girls. They will come out of their shacks very generously, wearing the most beautiful leather skirts, and dancing around the bonfire. If you want to dance with her, she will pull you generously. If you want to get into the tent with her, you must get Kuz's nod. Every beastwoman who lost a man or child would think that she was the property of the chief Kuz. Although this new leader of the tribe would not be very generous in rewarding and would always have some strange ideas, this could not cover up his brilliance. He brought new hope to the Laitu tribe.

The orc supervisors under Hosens gathered together obediently. They were not prepared to mix with the new orcs in the mining field. As long as they saw the green and treacherous light flashing in their eyes like wolves, the orc supervisors knew what these new rookies were thinking.

The desires of the orcs next to the campfire were also slowly growing. But they did not see how these beastwolves slaughtered the swamp zombies in the ice and snow. When they went crazy, they were like jungle cheetahs. The magic antelope horn short spears in their hands could accurately pierce anyone's heart.

Horsens was very surprised. In such a short period of less than a month, his group of men who were originally like hungry wolves, turned out to be as honest as quails, completely losing their temper. Apart from being able to enslave those gray dwarf slaves, he has achieved nothing.

Although they brought some corpses back to themselves, which alleviated the fuel crisis in the quarry, Horsens felt very frustrated when he saw their honest appearance. He was sitting on the mat at this time, holding on to the table with one hand. On the edge of the table, there is a pot of delicious mutton, a stack of exquisite wheat cakes more than half a meter high, and the golden millet porridge exudes an alluring sweet smell.

Horsens said to Kuz sincerely: "There are too few men in your tribe. No matter how good these beast girls are, they cannot become the best warriors. These young women are not wolves in the eyes of men." , but a group of fat sheep, you two guys actually raised a group of fat sheep like wolves!"

He believes that this is caused by the decline of yin and yang in the Laitu tribe. This imbalance in the ratio of male to female orcs has directly caused the men to have no say in the tribe. This trend has slowly towards the white wolf who advocates matrilineal clans. The tribesmen are getting closer. This is something that every blood wolf tribe orc despises and will never tolerate. Do we still want to let those female wolves be superior?

"Each of them is an excellent female werewolf, a warrior of our Laitu tribe!" Kuz comforted Gerile, who was getting angry. With each victory, Gerile's waist became stronger. Her child became straight, no matter who she faced, she dared to hold her breasts high, and no matter where she went, she looked like an aggressive rooster.

Kurtz waved his hand and pointed at the beast girls dancing happily around the campfire, and said proudly: "Just a few days ago, they killed thousands of swamp zombies in the wilderness. Let you take a look at us. The spoils of war!”

As he spoke, he turned his waving hand over and waved with his palm upward to a female beast warrior standing at the edge. The female beast warrior of the Laitu tribe seemed to have just finished her shift and was still wearing clothes all over her body. Thick hard leather armor, three short spears with devil antelope horns on his back, and a pale bone sickle hanging on his waist. The handle of the sickle is very feminine and wrapped with red linen to form a delicate handle. There is also an exquisite bone shield tied to the left arm.

These spear throwers are different from shield warriors. Shield warriors focus on defense. They need to hold up a thick defensive wall to withstand all attacks and charges. All heavy and giant shields need to be held in the right hand. Sometimes they even say The shield warrior also has to give up the weapon in his left hand and hold the shield with both hands to resist the enemy's attack. These female beast warriors are traditional throwing hands. Their shields are placed in their left hands. The right hand is usually stronger than the left hand. The right hand needs to throw short spears, and the free left hand naturally needs to hold a strong shield to defend against the enemy. attack.

For these beast warriors, they really need a delicate and light shield. When the beast warrior saw Kuz's call, she couldn't come over with a calm expression. When she got close, she knelt down on one knee in front of him and said, "Chief, you called me?"

Kurtz waved his hand for her to stand and speak, then pointed to the bone sickle on her waist and said to her: "Show our guest the new weapon on your waist and tell him this is your glory!"

The beast female warrior took off the bone scythe from her waist with a proud look on her face. She raised her hand a little too much. When she turned around to take off the scythe, the entire hard leather armor could only defend her chest and back, and both sides were covered with The rope was tied hastily. At this time, we all sitting aside could clearly see the huge scar from the bottom of her left rib to the right shoulder.

I immediately remembered this beast girl. By coincidence, this was the beast girl warrior who was the most seriously injured after the battle that night. Those who were more seriously injured had already returned to the arms of the beast god, but she was very Fortunately, after she was injured, Sister Guoguo happened to be right next to her, and she released seven "hydrotherapy spells" in a row to bring her back from the hell. This wound that almost caused her internal organs to leak out was caused by the Death Scythe. .

The beast female warrior handed the bone scythe to Horsens, and then said proudly: "I seized this from the death scythe!"

Horsens looked at the bone sickle in his hand carefully, nodded noncommittally, and said repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad!"

Kurz then asked the female warrior to retreat. Horsens turned to the orc overseer leader who was the first to come over to help us discipline the gray dwarf slaves and asked: "Hey! These female orc warriors can really slaughter the swamp. Zombies?"

The orc supervisor leader was engrossed in eating argali mutton. Hearing Horsens' questions, he hurriedly nodded and admitted. Only then did Horsens really believe that these things, in the eyes of other tribes, could only be used to give birth to children. The tool beast girls are actually brave warriors.

It’s not like Horsens has never seen a bone sickle before. I remember that a great chief of the Talso tribe in the western wilderness was very fond of bone weapons. He once showed off two bone knives he brought at a party. Although It is far more refined than the one in Horsens' hands now, but the unique blade and the blood-colored lines on the bones are very similar. You can tell at a glance that they are the same type of weapon.

The orc female warrior turned back and glared at the orc supervisor leader, probably complaining about his meddlesomeness. According to Horsens' understanding of his subordinates in the past, this orc with a violent temper would definitely not be tolerated. If you pull out a knife and start a fight, even if the person opposite is a woman, she will definitely pull her hair and whip her hard.

But Horsens's outlook on life was destroyed again. His subordinate didn't even dare to fart. He acted as if he hadn't seen anything and turned back to concentrate on the plate of mutton in front of him.

The stuffed seeds have been fried, and the familiar aroma makes me move my index finger. Unfortunately, even in Gurudin, I can't find any nuts that taste like sesame sauce. I can only pour some secret sauce on it and sprinkle it on A layer of fine salt, and finally sprinkled with a pinch of minced fennel. I personally served a plate for Horsens and Kuz, then randomly picked up a few stuffed seeds and put them on the plate, leaving one pot. Mengzi was handed over to Gerile.

The children of the Laitu tribe who had just walked a long way from the quarry were eagerly waiting to share the delicious food. I couldn't join in the fun, so I could leave it to Gerile. This former eldest sister of the Laitu tribe had absolute prestige among these children. After seeing those children calm down after a few words from Gerile, they lined up like good babies. Wait patiently for Gerile to share the meal.

For Kuz, who prefers to eat meat, the taste of stuffed pork is obviously much worse. He prefers to eat lamb chops with bones. He can even chew the bones in the lamb chops and swallow them all in his stomach. go. Horsens, on the other hand, ate with gusto. He nodded and praised me and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Jia to be proficient in cooking. We orcs are not too particular about food. We usually eat barbecue and soup. I tried this way of eating at Green Empire, and the chef there can also make the pasta taste meaty, which is amazing! ”

"Haha, after hearing what you said, the host, I am also full of yearning for the Green Empire. I will definitely go and see it when I get a chance!" I continued, and Horsens asked in surprise: "So Mr. Jia is not from the Empire!"

I smiled, and then asked Horsens: "Does the owner of Horsens know where to get some foundation stones in this area? Our brothers want to build a stone wall around this village to resist the next tide of corpses." !”

"You want to use stones to build a wall? Surround all the buildings here? This project is not a big deal!" Horsens said in surprise, and then said: "Yelianshan is full of stones. If you don't want to go to Yelianshan, then you can Go to Beigou Valley, the whole valley There are huge stones everywhere, which are said to be left over from the obsidian mines dug by the Cyclops. But they are too big to move! With all due respect, if you brothers want to build a wall, you just need more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves! It’s not enough with hundreds of beast girls!”