My Magic Age

She continued to tell me: "As long as you can do me a small favor, it won't be too dangerous!"

I was very confused. Morayaer said she was a magician, but I didn't see her use any magic at all. Even when she fell from the roof, she didn't see her cast a spell to save herself. She said she was a magician. Could she be a magician apprentice who didn't reach level 7 in the elementary magic academy and hadn't learned magic skills yet? I explained to myself like this, but I didn't doubt what she said at all.

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But I still couldn't resist this temptation. Especially with the memory of my previous life, I was cheated by those arrogant girls several times, and acted as a sucker like an ATM several times, and then I was instilled by those girls: This should be your honor. If they didn't like you, you wouldn't even have the chance to spend money! Then I straddled the arm of the cream boy and walked away.

But now there is a pretty young girl who is willing to be my lover. Even if she is just talking, this humble attitude is enough to make my blood boil. Sometimes, I think just one word is enough. Seeing that I have no intention of shirking, Moraya gave me a sweet smile. She is like a yellow wild rose, so beautiful.

I thought to myself: Just this erotic encounter is enough. As for the future, I won’t think too much.

I was about to speak when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs in the corridor. We both held our breath and hid in this storage room, tightly keeping this ambiguous posture close together, until the footsteps disappeared little by little, and then we dared to breathe deeply.

The old-fashioned clock in the castle was "tick-tick" beating its own rhythm, the chandelier on the dome was emitting a pale yellow dim light, and there was a half-cup of unfinished apple wine and two slices of dry black bread on the wooden square table downstairs. I pulled Moraya through the long corridor skillfully, and then asked her: "Where is he imprisoned?"

Moraya glanced at me secretly, and then said hesitantly: "Dungeon! I was taken out from there at night."

I guess she was a little worried that I would abandon her after hearing the news, and stared at me nervously.

The place where I rescued people was similar to what I guessed. I have been to the dungeon of this castle. At that time, this castle, which had been abandoned for a long time, was already rotten, and the dilapidated wooden doors were rotten. A light kick would turn the entire door that looked intact into a pile of rotten wood. Naturally, I took the opportunity to visit the entire castle. The most special place here is the dungeon.

The whole dungeon was built under the castle. It was very grand and the rooms inside were huge. I thought at that time that the dungeon here might be prepared for the barbarians in the north. The furnishings in the castle have been cleaned up by the bandits, and a lot of furniture and wooden doors were brought back from outside. The whole dungeon has also been cleaned up again.

Our plan was very simple and direct. Morayaer was still a prisoner. I found a rope to tie her up, untied the knot of the rope and held it in her hands behind her back. However, the rope showed the graceful curves of her body vividly. I hesitated whether to take out a cloak from my waist bag and put it on her.

I changed into a bandit's clothes. The bandit who was drinking in the corridor had been stripped naked by us and stuffed into the storage room. I didn't know if he could wake up, but the nail hammer I hit on the back of his head just now was not light. In this way, I became the bandit A escorting the beautiful prisoner, and I could legitimately enter the dungeon with Moraya.

The process was very monotonous and extremely similar. Almost all the bandits guarding the prison door looked lecherous when they saw Moraya. When they were trying to take advantage of Moraya, I stood behind them, stabbed them in the back with the sharp sword, and then covered their mouths. I would not drag the bodies out and hide them until they were completely dead. At this time, Moraya would clean up the blood stains on the scene a little.

In fact, there were not many guards in the dungeon. But after I got rid of the last bandit guard and entered the dungeon, I found out why the guards here were so lax. That was because there was a huge hexagram pattern on the stone floor of the dungeon, which was several hundred square meters wide. The whole pattern was made of hemp ropes soaked in corpse fire oil. The dungeon was filled with the pungent smell of corpse fire oil, which was so familiar to me. I don't know when the hemp ropes arranged in a hexagram array were ignited. At this time, the flames were burning vigorously, about one person tall, forming several criss-crossing fire walls in the dungeon.

I know that these fire walls cannot be extinguished without a day and a night. The faint smell of corpses told me that the corpse fire oil was extracted from the swamp zombies in the Pai Plateau Death Swamp. Then I saw the iron barrels filled with corpse fire oil placed at the door of the dungeon. The familiar iron forging process and the shape of the iron barrels clearly told me that this was definitely the masterpiece of the mining site owner, Hosens. I didn't expect that he really sold the corpse fire oil to the Green Empire. I didn't know what the current situation of Az was like, so I sighed silently.

Through the firelight, it was vaguely visible that on the wooden frame at the end of the dungeon opposite the fire wall, there was an old magician tied to a wooden frame. There were already a lot of blood stains on his body, and some traces of whipping. He looked like he had suffered a lot. At this time, his head was hanging down, as if he was asleep. His hands and feet were tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame, which was a very cruel punishment in itself. After being tied for a long time, the joints of the person being punished would become dislocated due to their own gravity, causing extreme pain and the whole body being unable to exert any strength.

Morayaer looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of her, revealing a face full of despair. She never thought that the last guard guarding Moras was not any guard, but a fire wall formed into a hexagram array. No matter which direction you go through, you need to cross the fire wall four times. There was no possibility of any tricks. She looked up at the ceiling of the dungeon. There was no leverage point, and ordinary people had no way to climb. The temperature in the whole dungeon was already very high. Ten meters away from the six-pointed star fire array, you can feel the warmth coming from the stone floor under your feet.

At this time, she saw a bucket of clean water placed in the corner of the dungeon wall, and hurried over to pick it up. I was still staring at the oil barrel on the other side in a daze. I didn't expect that Morayaer didn't know the characteristics of the corpse fire oil, and directly poured a bucket of water on the fire wall. Unexpectedly, the flames were not extinguished, and after encountering water, the flames suddenly jumped up. The clean water fell on the hemp rope and the ground soaked with corpse fire oil. The extremely high temperature quickly turned the water into steam. The instantaneous transformation process made the bucket of clean water like explosives, directly causing the flames in the fire wall to explode.

The splashing flames almost touched Morayaer's body. Once the corpse fire oil sticks to the body, it is difficult to extinguish unless the flesh is cut off.

"Wow, wow, what should I do!" Moraya actually ignored the burning flames on the ground and collapsed on the ground. The despair made her strong heart completely collapse. She was willing to sacrifice the rest of her life for the old man inside, but when the bud of hope just emerged from the soil, the six-pointed star-shaped fire wall matrix was like hail, completely crushing the newly unearthed seedling full of hope.

I hurried over and dragged her back from the fire wall while enduring the heat waves. At this time, her hair was slightly curled by the heat. The old man on the wooden frame opposite the fire wall seemed to have heard the crying here and slowly woke up from his coma. Maybe he was not in a coma at all, and doing so was just to save as much energy as possible.

"Ya'er, go as soon as you can. Go to the Galloping Magic School in Sloyt City to find a magic teacher named Mo Xiang. I still have a little teacher-student relationship with him. Maybe he can find a way to save me. Don't cry here. Moras's daughter has learned how to be strong." The voice became a little trembling because of the pain in the body, but it was still steady and powerful. It seems that although the old man has suffered a lot, he is in good spirits.

Mora Ya'er was crying at this time, but after hearing Moras' words, she slowly calmed down.

And I stood aside, sighed and said to myself: I will pass it if I endure it. It's not like I haven't been burned before. Although this fire looks fierce, can it be more blazing than the fire poison of the Burning Fruit? Save the old man! After all, this kind magician scholar was so kind to me.

In the past few years, I still practiced "anti-magic" when no one was around. At this time, my "anti-magic" has reached the intermediate level. And I will continue to consume all the magic power to enhance the proficiency of "heating". Today's "heating" has reached the incredible level 29. I think it will reach the level 30 in a short time. I'm afraid that those magicians in history never thought that someone would practice "heating" magic to this level. Those ordinary magicians will never have the opportunity to practice "heating" to such a high level. In fact, there are two reasons: first, the proficiency of heating will only grow when the magic power is completely exhausted. Generally speaking, for magicians, every time the magic is exhausted, it will cause certain damage to their own magic pool, which is not worth the loss. Second, the magic power capacity of ordinary magicians' magic pools is very large, and it is difficult to quickly consume the magic power in the body, and I am definitely a special case here.

In Moraya's surprised eyes, I took off my clothes little by little. I didn't want to wear those woolen and linen clothes through the fire wall. Those clothes would be ignited by the fire wall, and then stick to my skin and burn, and if they were burned, I would have nothing to wear.

I pressed my hand on my forehead painfully, and with my other hand I took out a frost magic scroll from the magic waist bag on the ground. Of course, this was an ordinary frost scroll that I secretly drew when I was in El City. Without Qige's special milky white ink and ice grass, making a frost scroll was as simple as drawing a stick figure, but the power of the scroll was also very weak. The expensive magic potion and magic parchment made me only make three scrolls, and I didn't dare to try again.

I wanted to sell several scrolls privately, but I only used one when I tested the power of the scroll for the first time, and kept the rest with the magic waist bag until now.

I was naked, and under the surprised eyes of Moraya and Moras, I walked through the wall of fire with my teeth grinning. Of course, this was not without cost. In fact, even if I have a very high anti-wear attribute , especially when he was repeatedly tortured by the fire poison of Burning Fruit during his childhood. After many years, the fire resistance in my body has reached an extreme level, but when I passed through the wall of fire formed by corpse fire oil, I was still burned to death, my whole body was covered with blisters, and the soles of my feet were like It's like it's been roasted, exuding the aroma of barbecue.

But I walked out of the wall of fire and walked to the other side as if nothing had happened. I was holding the frost scroll in one hand, and the smell of burning was coming out of my body. Moras looked at me in surprise and actually walked over for a moment. Become stunned.

I tore off the dead skin on my body, and the powerful "self-healing" ability has regrown a new layer of skin under my cooked flesh. As the burnt dead skin faded away, the pink and tender flesh skin exposed. I slowly walked up to Moras, gave him a toothy smile, and then said, "Magic Moras, I'm glad to see you again!"

When Morath saw that I was safe and sound, he exhaled and sighed: "What a reckless child. Even if you endured great pain and came here, even if you are a new human with orc blood, you still can't save me." of!"

I didn't want to listen to his nagging. I took advantage of this time to untie the ropes on his feet, then moved a wooden stool, stood on it and weighed my feet just enough to untie the ropes on Moras' hands, and pulled He was rescued from the cross. He sat limply on the stone slab, leaning against the cross and rubbing his stiff muscles and dislocated joints.

"Even if you are not afraid of fire, if I pass through these walls of fire, I will only turn into charcoal. I don't dare to pass through the wall of fire like you! All my magic power is imprisoned by the sealing wood magic circle in the castle, there is no way Use magic!" Moras said with certainty.

I threw the magic scroll in my hand to him, and then said: "I happen to have another scroll. If you don't mind being frozen into a popsicle by me, then I will have a way to carry you out of these walls of fire. Maybe you can You will get seriously ill because of this..."

A few minutes later, I walked through the six-pointed star fire wall array with Moras, who was covered in frost, grinning and grinning...

Moraya, who was waiting on the opposite side, finally hugged Moras tightly, who had accepted the two worlds of ice and fire...

I stood aside awkwardly, burning like a black monkey. I quickly picked up the clothes on the ground. Ignoring the pain in my body, I quickly put on the clothes and began to imagine various ways to leave this castle. way.