My Magic Age

When we arrived at the town of Mas, everything here was completely covered by thick snow. The gloomy sky was like white paint on a gray canvas. A few black crows flew in the air, as if looking for food. In such heavy snow, it was definitely not an easy task to dig through the thick snow to find food.

The collapsed walls, abandoned houses, corpses of the town residents, and a row of burnt stables were swaying in the wind and snow. All the windows of the hotel in the center of the town were smashed. The corpses of some town residents were hanging on the windows without glass. They were still holding their spears tightly in their hands. They were fighting before they died. The folks in this town were tough and had their own guards. Most of the members of the guards were soldiers who retired from the North Wind Legion, and there were also some local hunters. In the past, they were brave and good at fighting, and they were often able to scare away those stupid barbarians, but this year was different. They failed to stop the attack of the barbarians and the whole town fell.

The price is always so heavy. Those residents may not realize the brutality of the barbarians. They still carry a lot of supplies when they flee. Unfortunately, those people can't take those things away after all. They may have fled to El City alone, or they may have been captured by the barbarians. Those supplies are piled up on the main street of the town. The carriage parked on the roadside is still there, but there is no trace of the horse.

Walking north along the long street, the shabby gate of the most famous Zimmerman Manor in the town has appeared in front of us. The two large iron gates of the manor wall are twisted and hung on the door frame. There is an extremely huge hole in the middle. This big hole is enough for the barbarians to walk into the manor.

The castle in the manor seems to have been burned by a fire. Except for the entire stone building standing black in the wind and snow, everything else that can be burned has been destroyed. The sculptures on the large fountain in the manor castle square fell to one side in a mess. There are some blood stains on the white granite. The wind blows the broken wooden door of the kitchen and makes it creak.

Silence, it is a kind of terrifying silence. The dead silence, like a spider web, stuck to all the members of our 11th team.

Basil stood on the eaves of the manor bell tower, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, looking for traces of the barbarians. The hawk he trained had already rushed into the sky and disappeared.

Captain Cynthia walked in front with a stern face, carrying a huge two-handed sword, and Wei En followed closely behind her with an alloy bow in her hand. The two of them cooperated tacitly, and every movement was so coordinated.

Xiu walked silently behind the two of them, like a monk wearing a silver-white cloak, and was silent all the way.

I was worried that I would accidentally step on the corpse under the snow when walking, so I simply sat on Luka's shoulders and followed behind everyone.

This trip to the town was not a pleasant one. Mas Town is one of the few satellite towns around El City with independent guard forces. The golden apple wine brewed here is exclusively for the royal family of the Green Empire. The largest land in Mas Town is the fief of Count Zimmerman. He owns a gorgeous manor and a large apple orchard including 21 hills. This noble family, which is famous for brewing fine wine, did not expect to face a catastrophe this winter.

The entire Mas Town and Zimmerman Manor will disappear from the map of El City. Captain Cynthia was describing to us how warm and hospitable the current head of the Zimmerman family is on the way here. It can be heard that Cynthia has a deep friendship with this noble earl. Now seeing that Mas Town has become a ruin and Zimmerman Manor has become dead silent, Captain Cynthia's face has become ugly. She tried her best to adjust her breathing rhythm, but she still had an impulse to go crazy.

I sighed secretly. I had heard Cindy say that the situation in Mas Town this year was not optimistic. There were several barbarian slave-hunting teams outside the town. Many residents were panicked and many chose to flee here and seek refuge in El City.

I didn't expect that Cindy's guess was right. Mas Town was not spared in the end. The barbarians from the Storm Bear Tribe occupied the town. They took away all the men in the town and there were signs of slaughtering women. They destroyed Mas Town and the homes of the residents of Mas Town. I don't know whether it will be rebuilt in the future, but the barbarians of the Storm Bear Tribe have engraved hatred on their faces from this moment on.

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Originally, the Celtic tribe of barbarians bordered the city of El to the north. This old tribe in the south of the snowy tundra was always famous for slave hunting. Although they captured a large number of human men every year, the Celtic tribe never hurt human women. They were more like a group of shepherds. They believed that the province of Sloyte was a huge pasture, and they only appeared around the 500-mile radius of El City. There were a large number of slaves here. If they continued from generation to generation, they needed human women to breed more slaves. They rarely destroyed the town, which would cause a large loss of population.

Unfortunately, the young leaders of the Celts made a very bold decision this spring. They colluded with the nobles of Sloyte City and wanted to swallow up the guard regiment of Sloyte City in one bite. Unfortunately, the final plan failed. The 8,000 young barbarian warriors of the entire Celtic tribe died by the Benma River in the spring of this year. This was a fatal blow to the Celtic tribe.

The entire tribe was carved up this summer by the remaining powerful barbarian tribes in the surrounding area.

What swallowed up most of the territory belonging to the Celtic tribes was the Storm Bear Tribe, a powerful tribe that came to the northernmost part of the ice and snow tundra.

Along the way from Mount Antias to Mas Town, our team has hunted dozens of barbarian warriors from the Storm Bear tribe. According to Cynthia, these barbarians with Storm Bear tattoos on their bodies prefer to Bloody massacre made these barbarians even more crazy.

After the battle at the pass in the western mountains of Antia, several of our teams were still repairing near the pass and were not in a hurry to leave.

These barbarian warriors with giant bear designs on their chests arrived so suddenly, it was unclear where these barbarian warriors came from.

Seven falcon teams used 'magic traps' to hunt and kill more than 300 barbarian warriors in the mountainous passes in western Antia. Almost at noon the next day, there were more than 2,000 well-trained barbarians. The warriors, led by several barbarian warriors, quickly penetrated into the Antian Mountains, hoping to encircle and suppress dozens of us Falcons.

That night, Cynthia discussed with the other six Falcon captains, and the seven teams split into seven groups and fled.

Compared with other Falcon teams, our eleven team with skis occupies an absolute speed advantage in the golden apple forest on the hilly landscape. The barbarians who run day and night are ultimately not faster than the skis. Our team attracts There were more than five hundred barbarians, walking freely in the snow.

Even under such circumstances, he can still hunt down those lone barbarians with ease. I finally let the team members see my marksmanship. The lead bullets with the burning effect caused the barbarians a lot of suffering. Moreover, my ability to survive in the wild is even better than the other members of the team. In fact, we are in With a team of more than 500 barbarians, they circled around the outskirts of El City until the barbarians finally understood that they could not catch up with us anyway, so they decisively gave up their pursuit of us.

Along the way to the town of Maas, we saw several noble fiefs and large manors destroyed. Unexpectedly, the town of Maas could not escape the clutches of the barbarians.

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The exquisite statues next to the huge swimming pool and the crystal street lamps made of copper in the gorgeous square highlight the luxury of the Zimmerman Manor in the past. Go up the stone steps on both sides of the main road. The polished marble floor has been Covered by thick snow, the majestic building comparable to the El City Council Hall now only has burnt stone walls, and rubble from the roof falls from the dilapidated ruins from time to time, shattering to pieces.

Captain Cynthia took the lead into the ruins of the castle with a livid face. Vayne followed in without thinking. Xiu's figure disappeared directly from my sight, and I jumped down from Luka's shoulder and patted her. I patted Luka on the arm and asked him to wait outside. Maybe there would be some other new clues in the yard. I followed Captain Cynthia into the ruins of the castle.

The castle was filled with a burnt smell. There were still picture frames left after burning on the stone walls on both sides of the corridor. Burnt corpses could be seen everywhere. Most of them were women and children. There were no obvious wounds on their bodies. Probably died in the fire. Maybe it's because of the winter that there's no rotten smell here yet.

"These damn beasts!" Vayne punched the armor statue standing on one side of the circular arch and knocked it down. The statue fell on the ground filled with black ash, and dust suddenly flew up.

Walking out of a bedroom, there was a large wrought iron bed in that room. In it was a burned-out woman holding a three or four-year-old child in her arms. She held the child tightly in her arms. Just like she was curled up in her arms when she was pregnant, she tried to use her body to block the heat of those flames. Unfortunately, the God of Death would not stop harvesting life because of love.

I covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief, looked at Cynthia and said, "Captain, there is no one alive."

Cynthia frowned and sighed, but she kept saying: "It's impossible for these people, unless they successfully break out, those men should not leave with their families, such a big manor! There’s no way it’s just such a small number of people, where have they gone?”

"Will they be captured by those barbarians?" Vayne kicked open a burnt metal-framed wooden door. Inside the charred room were only the furniture that had been reduced to ashes.

Cynthia glared at Vayne with a scolding look in her eyes. She was in a bad mood and her tone became very harsh: "When did you ever hear that barbarians captured women? They do it when they are hungry. Eat human women, but we can’t find those skeletons in the manor..."

"Is there a basement or a water cell here?" I suddenly thought of a shelter. If in the initial stage of the fire, the outside of the manor was full of barbarians, the people in the castle would not be able to rush out, and even if they went out, they would still face danger. Death, then where will these women in the castle escape to? I think the place farthest from the fire should be the water prison in the castle.

When I said this, Cynthia also woke up, and then frowned and said: "There is no water cell in the manor castle here. There is one in the basement, but there... I know!"

"I know," I said loudly, and my voices and Cynthia's voices overlapped and echoed in the empty ruins of the castle.

Cynthia and I looked at each other, with a glimmer of hope in our eyes, and said at the same time: "Wine cellar!"

Yes, the most famous thing about Zimmermann Manor is the most delicious golden apple wine brewed here, which is even supplied to the royal family of the Green Empire. The manor alone has twenty-one mountains of apple trees, and they must brew a large amount of golden apple wine every year. How could such a large winery not have a wine cellar?

Not only does it have one, but it is also very large in scale. The newly brewed golden apple wine tastes very astringent, and it needs to be put into oak barrels and stored in a constant temperature wine cellar for more than three years. The longer the golden apple wine is stored, the mellower and softer it tastes, so there is a huge wine cellar here in the castle.

We quickly ran along the stone steps to the first floor. Under the leadership of Cynthia, we found a stone step extending downward behind the secret door of the kitchen on the first floor of the castle. This is the only entrance to the wine cellar.

In those days, after the sweet golden apple wine was brewed here, Count Zimmermann at that time sealed all other exits of the wine cellar with stone slurry to prevent thieves from stealing golden apple wine, leaving only one exit behind a secret door in the back kitchen.

After we pushed open the iron door, we were completely dumbfounded. The passage here collapsed, and several huge stone bars were lying across the passage.

Cynthia walked up and tried to move the stone weighing hundreds of pounds that blocked the passage. She just moved the stone a little bit, and a lot of sand and gravel poured out from the gap between the stones, instantly submerging her legs. Wayne behind her was so scared that she hugged her desperately from behind, and refused to let her move the stones in the passage. It seemed that the entire passage had collapsed completely.

I stepped forward and said to Cynthia: "It's too dangerous here. It will take several days for us to dig through this passage with our strength alone. Let's first confirm whether there are any survivors in the wine cellar! If there are, it's not too late to dig the wine cellar!"

"But if we don't dig here, we don't know if there are any survivors in it!" Cynthia said distressedly.

I said to her, "Go outside the manor and look for ventilation holes. Such a large wine cellar must have many ventilation holes. I am small, so I should be able to get in easily..."