My Magic Age

The chaos under the wall lamp continued to spread outwards, and the entire airship was like a pot of boiling water. This group of rebels came to the mountains on the edge of the Purple Green Mountains between the provinces of Sloit and Salta. The soldiers completely lifted off the last layer of veil covering their faces, revealing their true nature.

Luka swung the double-edged ax vigorously, and his body blessed with "petrified skin" was able to bear the arrows that were shot in disorder. No matter how narrow the space, there was no way to dodge the arrows. Luka was wearing an iron chest. Armor, this light steel armor covered the joints and vital parts of his body. He didn't care even if a few arrows were inserted into other rough and fleshy places.

Only a strong bow can shoot arrows into the thick flesh of Luka's body. The 'petrified skin' on his body means that those arrows can only penetrate into his flesh. The stinging pain makes Luka's eyes red, and he Wherever he looked was the landing point of the double-edged axe. Every time his eyes extended farther into the corridor, the rebel soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back hastily.

Perhaps because of the chaos, they lost their only patience. Some crew members had already raised their scimitars and slashed at the crowd rushing out of the deck crazily. The bright steel knife stabbed into the chest of a middle-aged businessman.

The middle-aged businessman opened his mouth wide and looked at the scimitar that penetrated his chest in disbelief. There was a look of despair in his eyes. He opened his mouth wide but was unable to say any words. He looked at the scene outside the hatch with infinite nostalgia. In the silent starry sky, the body fell forward.

A group of rebel crew members broke in from the outside, led by the captain with a cold face and slender eyes, and quickly blocked the exit from the corridor to the deck.

Without any unnecessary words, these rebels were brutally suppressed in the most brutal way as soon as they appeared.

The young captain wore a gorgeous and eye-catching captain's hat, with ruthless coldness in his eyes and a cruel smile on his lips. Looking at the chaotic scene in the cabin corridor, he just frowned slightly and watched as he ran away in a hurry. Facing one of his female shipmates, he touched his left hand to his waist and without any hesitation, he drew out the long sword from his waist like lightning.

The Western thin sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting a letter, with a trace of residual marks, piercing the female boat passenger's eyebrows. The look of fear on the woman's face was solidified, and her pupils had not completely dilated. The young The captain raised his foot and kicked the woman on the chest, knocking her to the ground. With a cold face, he stepped on the twitching body of the female ship passenger. He stretched out his pale and slender index finger and pointed at Luka and me. Spit out gently:

"Kill them, now!"

Behind him, four strong rebel warriors emerged at the same time. Each rebel warrior only had a glove with barbs in his hand, waving to the crowd surging outside the cabin like a tide. With a huge and strong iron fist, he knocked every flinching boat passenger directly to the ground, regardless of life or death.

In an instant, a bloody path was forcibly cut through the narrow corridor. A dozen rebel crew members poured in from the deck and were swimming upstream.

The rebels who were mixed in the crowd and being driven out by the crowd turned pale when they saw the young captain. They forcibly stopped in the crowd and turned around with painful and cruel expressions on their faces. With such a look on his face, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the man who pushed him to death. Then he lowered his body and pressed his shoulder against the passenger's body, never daring to take a step back...

In the entire corridor, the faces of the two dozen rebels mixed in the crowd changed instantly, catching the ship passengers who wanted to rush to the deck to avoid the disaster unprepared. They did not expect that they were still the same as themselves, because they were afraid of the crazy man. The crew members who fled outside in a hurry stabbed their scimitars into their chests with ferocious faces.

For a moment, the entire corridor turned into a brutal purgatory battlefield. Most of the unsuspecting civilians and aristocratic ship passengers were killed at this moment. The remaining people either resisted or escaped, but such a narrow corridor , where can you escape to?

The passengers who fled in panic were hunted down one by one by the rebel crewmen holding scimitars, and died tragically in the corridor.

This cruel scene happened right in front of me, and it only took a few breaths. Before the minotaur Luka even figured out what was happening in front of me, a fat man's body penetrated his body. The machete was splattered with blood. He stared and stretched out his big hand to wipe the blood off his face, and turned to look at me in disbelief.

"Ouch..."

Turning to face the ruthless rebel crew, he let out an angry roar.

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Among the ship passengers, there will always be a few people with a background of warriors. The Green Empire advocates ruling the country by force. Almost all adult men have served in the military. There are a few people in the corridor who are quick to react and were not attacked by the rebel crew in the first place. They killed them in a sneak attack. After reacting, they quickly took out the weapons they carried, put on a defensive posture, and fought with the rebel crew members who came to cover them up.

The young captain held a slender Western rapier in his hand. Under the protection of four cronies, he rushed towards me and Luka almost non-stop.

In the corridor behind us, all the space has been blocked by Moraya's thorn trees and vines. At this moment, we have no way to retreat.

After the ice explosion, the room where Princess Shaeli and Sophie were originally imprisoned spewed out cold ice shards. It seems that the two magic traps I set up in the room have been triggered by someone. It can be imagined that the frost Nova' will cover the entire room with frost.

The escape route has been completely blocked.

I didn't expect that these rebels would dare to openly kill people in front of these passengers on this airship. It seems that their strength is much stronger than I expected. It seems that they are very confident that they can completely control the entire airship, so they can be so unscrupulous?

Decisively unfolded a "magic catalysis" scroll from my arms. As I spit out the spell quickly, the scroll turned into a light blue magic light in my hand, completely covering me. These magic lights made the magic elements in my body suddenly become extremely restless. The blue magic light penetrated into my skin, making my skin all over my body covered with star marks.

I can clearly feel the magic elements floating in the surrounding space. I am attracted by the light blue magic light on my skin bit by bit, and they keep condensing around me. At this moment, I feel that the magic elements around my body have become thicker. I look at my hands and feel the restless magic in my body. The speed of the magic vortex in my lower abdomen has become much faster, and the magic in my body is more abundant.

This is not the first time I have used the "Magic Catalysis" scroll. In the last severe winter, when I ambushed the barbarian warriors again, I unexpectedly met another barbarian team that came to support me in time. At the most critical moment, I used such a "Magic Catalysis" scroll.

I carefully experienced the changes in my body. This is also a rare opportunity for me to feel the state of the magic elements in the body of a third-level magician.

Usually, I would never be willing to waste such a "Magic Catalysis" scroll.

"Hey, Jijia, you really think highly of them!" Moraya behind me said to me in surprise when she saw that I used a "Magic Catalysis" scroll so easily.

"Stop talking nonsense, help us get rid of these garbage, I don't want to make the whole boat bloody!" I took out the ancient vine staff from my magic waist bag with my left hand. This is the trophy I got after defeating those tree fairy priests in Xinliu Valley. This kind of staff has a certain increase in casting speed, because when I hold it in my hand, it becomes an extension of my arm. The speed of drawing magic patterns in the air with the ancient vine staff is one point faster than drawing with my hand.

Only when I hold the ancient vine staff in one hand and the Shura battle axe in the other hand, I look more like a magician.

The four stone drum totems on my body float around me one by one, and the red, blue, green and white halos complement each other.

Shailee, who was standing behind me, had been looking at me with an incomprehensible look. When I looked back suspiciously, she turned her face away from me. From her eyes, I knew she knew me. At this moment, my memory seemed to go back to that refreshing summer. At the lakeside outside the student dormitory of the Ivory Tower Magic Academy of Sloyte, a voice said to me: Jijia, be nice to Yingli...

The veil in my memory was suddenly lifted. Shailee followed Moraya closely, and from time to time she would take care of the weak Sophie on Moraya's back. She didn't look like a noble princess at all.

At this time, her face became extremely ugly, probably because she had never seen such a bloody scene.

I could feel that Shailee had been restraining the fear and discomfort in her heart, but...

"Ah... Wow!" Faced with this bloody scene, Princess Sha finally couldn't help it. She half-squatted against the wall to support her body, her long hair covering her pale face, and she kept retching.

"This won't work. Sophie and Sha need to rest!" Moraya's voice came from behind me.

"Uh, got it!" I answered helplessly, but what can I do? These two girls have not been baptized by battle, so naturally, under such a bloody scene, their hearts have already shown signs of collapse. If they continue to be so stimulated, it is inevitable that some shadows will be formed in their hearts.

We must find a place for them to rest and calm down their chaotic mood.

I suddenly regretted that rushing to the airship deck might be the best choice. I didn't expect these rebel crew members to tear their faces and raise their butcher knives against all the passengers in the airship. They would not hesitate to be enemies with the entire ship's passengers to capture Princess Sha'ai Li.

Of course, although our Minotaur warriors are a bit nervous, they still have the most basic knowledge.

The enemy of my enemy will become my friend. This is a deep-rooted idea in Luka's heart. So when he saw the last few remaining passengers took out their weapons to resist the scimitars of the rebel crew, he didn't hesitate at all. He roared with a two-handed axe and rushed towards the rebels across the corridor.

The three ice shields on his body kept spinning around him. He was wearing a set of light armor, and his skin revealed the gray rock texture. There was a faint wind circle under his feet. There were several messy arrows on his arms and thighs. He wiped them away and all the arrows were brushed off.

Of course, the rebels would not be afraid of such a reckless minotaur. They were afraid of Luka because he had magic skills.

In my opinion, the minotaur warrior will exert his greatest power when he does not need to defend against any attack from the opponent. Any moves will become extremely pale under absolute power.

Standing in a pool of blood, only seven passengers were left after being hunted down by the rebel crew, and they all suffered varying degrees of injuries.

Among them was a leatherworker holding a skinning knife. A long gash was opened on his face by a machete, and blood had covered one of his eyes. However, even so, the skinning knife in his hand was still very stable. , just from the way he holds the knife, I can easily tell that he must be a leatherworker. Looking at the valuable leather armor on his body, it seems that he must have a fortune and live such a wealthy life. He should be at least an intermediate leatherworker!

There were two noble young knights in formal attire, back to back, holding Roman swords in their hands and covering each other as they retreated.

There is also an assassin who holds a short dagger in both hands and moves flexibly through the crowd. He can always use his body flexibility to dodge the attacks of the rebels at the most critical moment. Unfortunately, he is in the small corridor space. Here, it is somewhat difficult to display.

The remaining three boat passengers, two women and one man, formed a small group. The middle-aged man used a temporarily removed door panel as a shield to cover the two young women behind him as they retreated. The door panel was already covered with slashes and slashes from knives and axes. traces, but he must thank When the previous owner of the airship renovated it, every hatch was made of indigo wood, which was very strong. The two women hiding behind the middle-aged man were not idle either. They actually had small little ones in their hands. He held a hand crossbow and kept firing at the rushing rebels.

An iron fist covered with sharp barbs hit the door panel hard. The young rebel captain's personal entourage had already arrived. He made almost no fancy movements, and his heavy footsteps were followed by a heavy punch, directly hitting the door. The middle-aged man carrying the door panel took a few steps back.

The middle-aged man's back bumped into the woman behind him, and the two women fell back and sat down. The hand crossbows on their arms were all empty at this moment.

I judged from his breathing, pace and fist strength that this rebel should have the strength of a third or fourth level warrior.

The rebel soldier took another step forward without stopping. Another iron fist struck the door panel again. A huge force caused the door panel to hit the middle-aged man's chest directly. The middle-aged man's face turned pale. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the door panel red.

The rebel soldier's third punch came as expected, smashing the door panel that was about to fall apart with one punch.

At the moment when the rebel soldier was about to smash the middle-aged man's head, a thick hand stretched out from behind the middle-aged man as fast as lightning and firmly grasped the rebel soldier's iron fist.

The minotaur Luka appeared in time and saved the middle-aged man at the most critical moment. Luka grabbed one of the rebel warrior's hands without stopping, pulled him into his arms, and followed up with a blow. The heavy knee hit the rebel soldier's chest hard, and the rebel soldier's other iron fist also hammered Luka's chest without reservation.

The tauren Luka flipped the rebel soldier's wrist and threw him against the wall of the corridor like a sack. At the end, he did not forget to say: "Good fight!"

The punch was indeed very good, it was able to break an ice shield on Luka's body, and with his petrified skin, he beat Luka's chest to a bloody pulp. This punch was quite overbearing.

However, the rebel soldier was not as lucky as Luka, because his wrist was immediately grabbed by Luka and controlled by Luka, and finally he was thrown against the wall by Luka. When he landed on the floor, his neck Already twisted.

But at this moment, the tauren Luka, who was standing in front of the middle-aged man, had a series of light blue water element breaths coming out of his body. With the crisp and sweet sound of 'swishing', the light of 'hydrotherapy' shone in Luka's body. emerges from...

At the same time, despairing eyes appeared on the faces of other rebel fighters.

"Hydrotherapy!"