My Magic Age

We took advantage of the moonlight to slide down the cliff of the castle along the hemp rope. Fortunately, I had enough preparations. The linen rope was just long enough. There was no one guarding the cliff of the castle. The bandits didn't think anyone could climb up the castle at night. The cliff here was close to a right angle of 90 degrees with the ground. The rocks on the cliff were also severely weathered. Many rocks were loose and would fall off if you climbed hard. This was a restricted area for climbing. But the bandits never thought that someone would choose this place as the best place to escape from the castle. As long as the rope is long enough, we can slide down the mountain along the rope.

After a short rest at the foot of the mountain, Moraya always looked at me secretly with a complicated expression. I thought she might be struggling with the promise she made before, but I didn't take it to heart. I just felt that the sweet kiss at that time was enough for me to let go tonight. To be honest, I don't want to see this girl who is a few years older than me, looking so timid at this moment. In comparison, I admire her free and unrestrained demeanor in the attic.

I tried my best to avoid her gaze. I thought that maybe at this time, I should try to avoid contact with her. Maybe I should separate from them before dawn. I want to return to Ayr City as soon as possible. Maybe Fanny is sitting at the dining table in the living room with insomnia. She always likes to hold a small glass of cider, sit there quietly and look at the night outside the window without turning on the lights. I know how much she cares about me. I shook my head fiercely and cleared the messy thoughts in my mind.

The skin all over my body was itchy and numb, as if countless ants were devouring my flesh and blood in the flesh layer under my skin. This is not so good about "self-healing". Although it can heal my injuries quickly, the pain I endure will not be reduced at all.

The three of us chose to take a short rest behind a rock that was sheltered from the wind. After being tied down from a cliff over 100 meters high, Moras, who was old and had been tortured before, probably had reached his limit in physical strength, and he needed to rest for a while. I reached out and took out a glass bottle from the magic waist bag, which was full of honey water, and a bag of raisins and beef jerky, which were all foods that could quickly restore physical strength. I was not sure if they had dinner in the dungeon...

This magic waist bag was left by Sister Guoguo, and I was reluctant to return it to her sisters, so I kept one with me.

Later I found that many rich people in El City had such magic waist bags. Although it was expensive, it was not rare on our street, so I gradually dared to show this magic backpack in front of outsiders.

Moras didn't refuse at all. He took the food naturally. After opening the paper package, he saw the plump raisins inside. He slightly spread his gray eyebrows and said with emotion: "Only the white grapes produced in El City can have such plump grains. The White Elephant River has created thousands of hectares of fertile fields on the northern plains. Child, are you from El City?"

"Yes!" I just agreed and didn't plan to answer. I didn't want to make up a story to tell these two. Anyway, after the sky got a little brighter, I chose to go my separate ways. Seeing that I was reluctant to talk, Moras didn't force me. He just grabbed a handful of raisins and put them into his mouth to chew one by one. Then he handed the remaining food and honey water to Morayaer beside him.

Moras is a well-informed magician scholar. He knows very well how fierce the corpse fire oil is. Even when he passed through the fire wall again, his body was covered with frost, but the exposed elbows, knees, hips, etc. on his body could not avoid being slightly burned by the scorching fire wall. He could deeply feel the pain caused by these burns.

Seeing that he always cast a concerned look at me again and again, I simply rolled up my sleeves to reveal the skin that had just grown new flesh inside, grinned and said: "You see, you don't have to worry about me at all. You know, the reason why the blood wolf tribe can be called the undead wolf tribe by other races is because their blood talent "self-healing" is very powerful, and I just happened to inherit this talent. For me, these injuries are not as serious as you see."

Moras only had a magic robe on his body. I don't know what material this magic robe is made of. It didn't burn to ashes when passing through the fire wall. His body is a little thin. I have also seen some magicians in the Green Empire. Most of them are in the same situation as Moras. They are thin, probably because they lack exercise.

He gently stroked the blisters on his hands and said to me, "I know how painful it is for you. When I was young, I traveled to the orc tribe and stayed in Guludin for a while. A friend of mine from the Blood Wolf tribe once told me that the Blood Wolf orcs have extremely strong recovery abilities, but they don't suffer any less pain. It seems that your endurance is far greater than that of ordinary people. Your young appearance can easily confuse others. You are a strong young man."

I tried to find some burn medicine from my waist bag again, but there was none. I usually don't have any medicine for injuries.

"Haha, the warriors of the Blood Wolf tribe never carry medicine for injuries!" Moras saw through my thoughts and said to me. He has already determined that I am a new human with orc blood, just like when Qi Ge saw me, he automatically regarded me as a kind of person. If not, we can't be friends.

Moras said to me directly: "You don't have to worry about my injuries. As long as I can get out of the area of ​​the 'Sealing Wood Magic Array' and recover some magic power, I can heal these injuries!"

I took back my hand somewhat embarrassedly. We were worried that the bandits in the castle would find us escaping and chase us out at night, so we didn't dare to stay here for too long. Although those bandits were a group of mobs who dared to resist the power of the noble regime in the province of Sloyte, their combat effectiveness was very limited. But as the saying goes, many ants can kill elephants, so we didn't dare to take the risk.

It is very dangerous to cross the cursed land at night. In this cursed mountain, there are all kinds of deadly traps everywhere. Corpse grass is one of them. On the rhizome of this plant with a bright red crown, there are many barbs that cannot be seen by the naked eye. These barbs have very strong paralysis toxins. As long as people and animals pass by the corpse grass and their skin accidentally touches the corpse grass, they will be paralyzed by this strong toxin within five steps. Their nutrients come from these rotting corpses.

In addition, there are blood-sucking tree demons everywhere in the strange woods. Once entangled by their vines, it is difficult for ordinary people to break free. But for Moras, what kind of plants grow in the cursed land is very familiar. Moras always points out the dangers ahead in advance and finds a very safer trail.

The closer it is to dawn, the heavier the fog in the mountains. When you push aside the messy blue grass, the whole trouser leg is like soaked in water, tightly wrapped around the leg, making it difficult to move.

Moras walked in front to open the way. It is said that he has been studying these mutant plants in the cursed land for decades and is very familiar with the topography in the cursed land. Only in recent years, he was transferred back to the Imperial Capital Magic Guild, and the number of visits has become less and less. He never thought that the castle built by the Magician Guild to establish an observation station would become a den of thieves. The young bandit leader was the blond magician Spindu, who was considered a disciple of Moras. However, he was wanted by the magic academy and the magic guild for sneaking into the library and stealing forbidden spell-level magic skill books in the Imperial Capital Royal Magic Academy. Later, he escaped from the Imperial Capital by some unknown method. Moras never thought that he would meet Spindu again one day, and he never thought that this young and somewhat gifted magician would secretly learn some knowledge about magic arrays and successfully set up a "wood-sealing magic array" to completely deprive Moras and Morayaer of their magic power in the castle.

Now that we have connected the recent events together, we can understand that it is not difficult to understand that Spindu was able to successfully escape from the magicians in the law enforcement group in the Imperial Capital. It would be strange if he could not escape with the help of a magician like Mrs. Kale who is proficient in space magic.

But in retrospect, the death of this magician who had already stepped half a foot into the threshold of level ten was really humiliating. These academic magicians who came out of the academy actually have excellent magic theory knowledge and magic skills. These magicians know their advantages better, but these academic magicians also have their own shortcomings, that is, they have very little practical experience. The simulated battles in the academy are simply a series of gorgeous performances. Spindu didn't even know to beware of someone behind him, and was easily killed by me from behind.

Every time I passed the cursed land in the past few years, I would come in to look for those burning fruit trees and pick a few burning fruits. Those fruits wrapped in blue flames are very hot. I really want to know how I ate the burning fruit. Recently, I have been wanting to taste the burning fruit again. I don't know if it will purify my current soul after eating it. I have had this idea of ​​​​seeking death for a long time.

Moraya was in the middle. The dew had wet her skirt, and it looked very embarrassed when wrapped around her slender thighs. Her long black hair also became wet. At this time, she was following Moras and walking very hard. She had a well-proportioned figure, and the leather shoes on her feet were not suitable for walking on mountain roads, but she walked most of the way without saying a word.

"We must get out of the cursed land as soon as possible. I always feel that something will happen in the city of Sloyte. Mrs. Kalai must have brewed a big conspiracy. Old Wall has been a little careless in recent years. I hope I can make it in time this time!" Moras began to worry about his old friend as soon as he was out of danger. He also wanted to confirm whether Sha.Aili arrived in the city of Sloyte safely.

I secretly tugged at Moraya's arm, and she turned her head and stopped to look at me curiously. I took off my leather boots and handed them to her, but she smiled at me and didn't take the boots. Instead, she said in a low voice: "There are gravels everywhere on the ground. How can you not wear boots? I can keep up."

I had to put the boots back on my feet. Moraya was staggering and heavy. I don't know if her physical strength has been overdrawn. It seems that Moras, who had been walking in front, kept talking about the various strange plants in the cursed land. He was in good spirits and didn't show any signs of fatigue. He was just wearing an empty and wide black ** magic robe, which made him look a little embarrassed.

I followed behind, and before I knew it, I had walked to the dawn, and had walked out of the cursed land. The mountains and forests were no longer monotonous gray, no longer filled with dead silence and despair, and no longer needed to be on guard against those unknown plants. Fortunately, we chose the route, and we didn't encounter a blood-sucking tree demon. And there was no sign of the bandits chasing us, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

In front of us was a green chestnut forest, with a faint mist like a wisp of green smoke. The morning sun couldn't shine in at all. Some low bushes were full of small red fruits. These wild berries tasted very sour and were very difficult to pick, but the berry wine brewed from them tasted very unique.

When walking down the mountain road, Moraya fell down in a mess. At this time, she was limping when she walked. Seeing her face was a little pale, it was difficult for her to keep up with Moras's pace, but she still followed closely without saying a word. When we chose to rest again, Moras found that Moraya's left ankle was swollen. It seemed that she must have twisted her foot when she fell just now.

"Why didn't you say it? It's so injured!" Moras said with some distress. He blamed himself. Maybe he was too worried about his old friend's comfort. He wanted to rush to Schroite City and didn't take care of his daughter.

It's strange that a magician with natural wood magic skills let his foot be injured like this. Moras put her foot on his knee and held up a ball of green elemental balls in his hands. The whole air mass exuded a strong breath of life and slowly penetrated into Moraya's swollen foot. Then he tied Moraya's ankle tightly with a bandage and bandaged it. He said to her: "It will take at least half a day to completely reduce the swelling and heal."

It was a feeling of being watched in secret. At this time, I always felt that someone was staring at me from behind. When I looked back, there was nothing behind me. This feeling made my pores shudder. It was an intuition of some kind of danger. I stood up and put my hand to my lips to make a silent gesture, then quietly walked towards the bushes not far away.

I hid behind the bushes, gently pushed aside the bushes and looked outside. I found that we were on a high hill. Looking down the slope, there was a large low-lying basin in front of us. Huge logs were piled together and lit into a bonfire. Six strong men over three meters tall only had a piece of animal skin around their waists, sitting in front of the bonfire and roasting a wild boar. The wild boar was skewered on a spear and was roasted on the bonfire.

Those strong men had bald heads, and some of them had a small braid, which was very strange. There were runes of various patterns on their faces. The muscles on their upper bodies were bulging and were tightly tied by strong belts, as if those muscles would burst due to the huge force if they were not restrained.

I took a breath and looked at the scene in front of me in surprise. I had never seen these giants before, but I knew they were barbarians from the icy tundra. I didn't expect that we would run into a barbarian team in the woods.

Just as I was about to quietly retreat and tell Moras and Morayaer the news, I turned back and was shocked to find that a barbarian with a huge heart-protecting bronze mirror hanging on his chest was squatting behind me, looking at me curiously. There were two huge axes stuck on the ground on both sides. When he saw me turn around and see him, he actually grinned at me honestly, and saliva flowed down the corners of his cracked mouth.

I didn't even notice when he came behind me.

I was in a daze, and this barbarian who looked very young had happily pulled out a hemp rope from his waist, and the other giant hand as big as a bear's paw grabbed my body directly. Obviously, he wanted to capture me and take me back to the wilderness as a slave.