My Magic Age

The humidity beside the pool is too heavy. The waterfall that flows down like a silver belt rushes down from high altitude, and the splashing water foam floats in the air. As long as you stand by the pool for too long, your clothes will be wet. . People in this world are in very good physical condition. Children as old as me dare to swim in lakes with floating ice floes. In mid-October, the northern foot of the Pai Plateau is not quite warm. A few days ago, the valley was It was still frosty in the morning, and white flowers covered the desolate mountain ridges and valley roads like salt. The wild grasses growing on the roadside, whose leaves were blown to pieces by the wind, were also covered with a thick layer.

In the valley here, the coat of ice and snow has completely faded away, but if you put your hand into the clear water, you can still feel the biting chill. There are already many girls from the dance troupe gathered around the pool, busy washing and washing away the accumulated dirt. Their clothes, their dresses were wetted by the mist and stuck to their bodies, showing off their enchanting figures. This group of girls who practice dancing all day long have really good figures. The men from the Kanezhi business group were driven to camp by a stream downstream, several hundred meters away. Fortunately, some of the dancers were only wearing underwear and stood in the knee-deep water rinsing their clothes. From a distance Everywhere you look you see beautiful ink paintings.

Katarina and Sora were also among the crowd, but Katarina's fiery red hair and devilish figure stood out among the group of dancers. She looked back at me from time to time, still worried. I left her and ran out to play, while Kongzhen squatted quietly beside her and worked hard. This well-behaved girl has always been so diligent.

I thought the humidity near the pool was too heavy, so I took Sister Guoguo a few dozen meters away and sat on the green grass. There was a lively scene in the caravan camp in the distance. The men would shout slogans every time they set up tents. They were shirtless and exposed their tendons, which made people feel that they looked powerful at first glance. They were there. Shouting slogans, building tents, and erecting rawhide tents connected to one another, the whole camp was in full swing.

"You and Kuz brought down three robbers that night. You two were also seriously injured. It was me and Qige who collected your trophies. I really don't know whether I should call you lucky or bad. These days This dwarf is almost the most elite warrior in this bandit group. There are actually two A seventh-level warrior apprentice." Sister Guoguo ignored the curious glances from the dancers passing by and took out a long weapon made of black iron that was about one and a half meters long. The mountain ax was thrown on the grass in front of me, causing the soil to fly up.

I looked at this sharp-edged mountain ax inlaid with exquisite brass patterns. I ran over and tried to pick it up. With all my strength, I could only lift one end of the ax handle slightly, which made me feel uncomfortable. The mountain ax is made of fine iron, and the blade is mixed with a lot of tungsten ore to increase the sharpness. It is a very solid long-handled weapon, but it is a bit too bulky.

Seeing the disdainful look on Sister Guoguo's head, I shamelessly ran back and sat next to Sister Guoguo and asked, "Sister, how do you know that their strength has reached the seventh level of Warrior Apprentice? What are the standards for this?"

"Yeah~" Sister Guoguo deliberately lengthened her voice, then turned around and knocked on my head and said, "Don't you usually collect any information about warriors? Are you really focused on becoming a magician in the awakening ceremony? Otherwise, how could you not even understand this common sense?”

"Sister, the teacher never said anything about this." I said aggrievedly.

Sister Guoguo reached into the package with one hand and rummaged through it. This was the second piece of space magic equipment I saw. From a distance, it looked like a black and gray pocket. When Sister Guoguo took the entire mountaineering ax from When I pulled it out of the fanny pack, I realized how much this little bag can hold. This is when an idea came to my mind. Gucci, Chanel, and LV are just scum in front of Sister Guoguo’s small pocket.

Seeing that she was looking at her pocket bag, Sister Guoguo said cheerfully: "When you grow up a little bit, can I give you a bag like this? I almost forgot that you can still..." Sister Guoguo didn't say anything. He stopped immediately, paused for a moment, and then continued: "You should be able to use such a magic backpack, but it is not safe to carry such a bag until you have enough strength."

"Here! I almost got distracted by you. Didn't you just ask how to tell the level of a warrior? This can be considered a bit of experience. Two of the three dwarfs you and Kurtz killed can use combat skills. The warrior can learn the first one. You need to reach the level of a seventh-level apprentice to learn basic combat skills. Those two dwarves used their own combat skills. I'm not blind, so of course I can see it." Sister Guoguo nodded my little head. Guazi said.

I retorted angrily: "Then it might be level 8, level 9, level 10! What do you say?"

Sister Guoguo gave me a disdainful look, threw out a short propaganda ax that she took out of her hand, and then said disdainfully: "If this person is level eight, how can you survive and have the strength to sit here and talk back to me? Eighth. The physique of a super warrior apprentice will increase significantly. How can your wolf fang dagger stab someone to death so easily? It's even more difficult to talk about level nine. A ninth-level warrior apprentice should be able to learn the second primary combat skill. A warrior with two combat skills will make a qualitative leap in his own strength. Learning two skills like Heavy Attack and War Cry and using them together is not something you two kids can handle.”

I thought about the last time the dwarf warrior chased me and turned into a white light, so I asked Sister Guoguo: "Sister, then you said that the robber actually used a skill on me?"

Sister Guoguo nodded calmly, then threw out another short axe, leaned close to my ear and said: "Actually, I have a question in my mind that I haven't figured out. At that time, you were knocked unconscious by the collision skill. Logically, if you have no resistance, you should have been knocked unconscious for two seconds. How did you cast that magic when you were knocked away?"

Sister Guoguo was talking about the shadow cloak I cast in the air? I thought about the time when I suddenly felt unable to move in the air, and then after concentrating my mind, it felt like I entered the sea of ​​​​spirituality, and suddenly I recovered. It's just that casting the shadow cloak in the air was definitely a fluke. I even saw that the magic pattern array drawn by my fingers could not be considered a picture at all. When my body moved rapidly, the magic lines drawn by my fingers were irregular spline curves, but they unexpectedly succeeded with the spell, turning me into a ball of black mist and hitting the stone wall, avoiding the fatal blow.

I quietly analyzed it with Sister Guoguo for a long time but couldn't explain it. Later, she attributed it to my abnormally strong mental power, which was why I was lucky enough to avoid the fatal blow. Then Sister Guoguo still reminded me again and again with lingering fear: "Don't be so reckless in the next battle, you won't be lucky every time."

I hurriedly agreed humbly. During the conversation, I learned that Kuz's chest injury was also scratched by another dwarf's slash. If he hadn't blocked it with a hunting knife in a hurry, the axe would have split the guy in half. At this time, Sister Guoguo threw me another parchment book that was torn to pieces, and then said to me: "If this book was complete, it would be worth some money. After being torn like this by that dwarf, I guess even magic apprentices won't buy it."

Speechlessly, I picked up the magic book with only four pages of parchment left, including the cover, and looked at it. I saw clear traces of tearing. On the cover, there were a few words engraved with a hot pen: "Detailed explanation of the basic practical magic array of inscriptions", miscellaneous studies. It turned out to be a book about inscriptions and magic arrays. I opened the few remaining pages. On the first page, it was written "Gathering Fire", a very simple magic pattern engraved on the parchment, and the blank space below was densely filled with small characters in ancient beast language. On the second page, it was written "Frost Nova", and on the third page, there was an incomplete half page of paper. The name and half of the magic pattern were torn off, leaving only half of the magic pattern and the detailed explanation in the beastman language.

Next, Sister Guoguo threw me a bottle of medicine and a purse, and said, "That's all. I'll give the tattered armor they were wearing directly to the people who buried the bodies. You and your little orc friend, decide how to divide it!" I looked up at the transparent bottle that looked like a beaker. There was about half a bottle of dark red liquid in it. I didn't know what it did, so I reached out to open it. But Sister Guoguo grabbed my hand. He was very disgusted with my behavior and said, "If this bottle of medicine is opened, you can only take it on the spot, otherwise it will become ineffective after a while. Although it is not too precious, it is still a good thing. Don't waste it like this!"

I hurriedly and carefully put the bottle of medicine aside, and looked up to see Kuz looking over here at the entrance of the camp in the distance. He was carrying a long harpoon with two colorful pheasants and a little wild boar dripping with blood on the tip of the harpoon. The wild boar was not big, and it was estimated to weigh only a few dozen kilograms. He easily picked it up on his back with the harpoon, as if he was looking for me, but he hesitated and refused to come over.

I waved to him, signaling him to come over. But Kuz shook his head fearfully and pointed to a place farther away in the valley. I knew he didn't want to get too close to these dancers. He followed the instructions of Old Kuru to stay as far away from these women as possible. A little werewolf like Kuz, who had just reached puberty, was still ignorant about the relationship between men and women. Old Kuru didn't dare to let him get too close to these beautiful ladies, otherwise his aesthetics would become the same as that of humans. How could he be willing to marry an orc in the future? This was Old Kuru's request to Kuz, who had the responsibility of passing on his family line, and Kuz had always done a good job of this.

In desperation, Sister Guoguo and I could only find a place farther away from the pool. At this time, Kuz came over with the game on the harpoon, staggering. I don't know where this guy went in such a short time, and he caught so many game.

Perhaps because he had harvested prey, Kuz seemed very happy and poked the harpoon on the ground. The one standing next to me excitedly pointed at the little yellow-haired wild boar with spotted skin and stripes hanging on the harpoon, which was still dripping with blood, and said to me in a naive way: "Jia, let's stew the meat!"