My Magic Age

The doors on both sides of the corridor were locked tightly from the inside. Many terrified passengers hid in the panic and no longer had the courage to open the door.

I tried to find a room where Shailee and Sophie could rest for a while, so that Moraya could free up her hands to help me deal with the young captain. The knocking sound made the people inside breathe urgently, but no one answered. Looking at Shailee who was squatting in the corner and was about to vomit gastric juice, I wanted to kick the door in front of me open.

I heard Luka, who was in the front, yelling at the assassin, "Don't go over there!"

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I turned around and saw that among the seven survivors, the agile assassin actually jumped high from the encirclement of four rebels, as flexible as a monkey. At the most critical moment, he avoided the encirclement of four rebels. He was already flustered and could not listen to Luka's persuasion.

In mid-air, he stabbed the dagger in his hand into the not-too-high ceiling, swung his body like a swing, stepped on the right wall with both feet, and ran forward along the wall for a few steps. Like a salmon, he jumped high again with his waist strength, turned his body flexibly in the air, twisted into a bow shape, and avoided the two feather arrows shot from outside.

His goal was very clear, he wanted to rush out by force with his speed advantage. It seemed that he didn't think there was any good way out if he retreated to a cabin.

His strange body movements could turn his body into a shadow, leaving a row of clear footprints on the wall in the corridor. He rushed to the deck outside the airship, almost recklessly.

With a beautiful move, he flexibly avoided the weapons attacking him, and rushed to the door of the corridor under the surprised eyes of the rebel crew.

With just a simple dive, he could escape from the corridor. There was a trace of joy on his face, which was an excitement of continuing his life.

Just when he wanted to cheer loudly, a sharp rapier stabbed out from the lower side, like a whip shadow, flashing between his legs, and the two legs cut off at the knees fell on the bloody floor by inertia and rolled a few meters away.

The assassin's body emerged from the cabin like a young swallow flying through the forest, and fell on the deck in a panic with a thump. The rebels on the deck rushed over, and only a few intermittent screams came from the deck, and then it returned to calm.

Watching the young captain with a cold face, wiping the blood on the dripping rapier with white silk, slowly stepping on the bodies lying on the floor, and walking into the cabin step by step, his eyes were like two sharp swords, staring at Shaile, and undisguisedly releasing the deep hatred in his heart.

He glanced at me with his sharp eyes like a hawk, and a hint of evil sneer appeared on his mouth. He walked towards me step by step with the rapier in his hand without saying a word.

I saw that this young rebel captain was quite ruthless. He only used a rapier to knock down all the passengers who stood in front of him. I judged that his strength was at least the level of an eighth or ninth-level swordsman. He could swing the rapier to create a whip shadow, which was difficult for even Ryant to do. Worried that Luka could not stop him, he added another ice shield on Luka's body.

The aura of the "hydrotherapy" kept flashing around me. Those very pure water elements with the breath of life wrapped around the six surviving passengers. The minor wounds on their bodies began to heal continuously, and a refreshing breath filled everyone's body.

After I sent some earth magic elements to the turquoise drum totem, the "petrified skin" effect on the stone drum totem covered everyone. The passengers looked at the faint rock texture on their skin in disbelief, and were excited to find that they had inexplicably possessed a very practical magical state.

Then the magical effect of the wind element, ‘Wind Sprint’, also spread to everyone, and the morale of the surviving passengers was greatly boosted.

The brave Luka faced the scattered arrows and killed the rebel warriors who were in the front and made them retreat step by step.

The young captain finally came up slowly from the back, and the middle-aged man holding the door panel greeted the young captain. He held the door panel high in his hand, trying to use his own power to force the young captain back.

Watching him rushing up recklessly, I secretly said in my heart that it was not good. Before I could say anything, the young rebel captain suddenly took a half step forward and stood in front of the middle-aged man when he was exposed. He did not notice any movement from the middle-aged man, and was pierced through the heart by the young captain's quick sword. He fell backwards and fell into a pool of blood.

The two young ladies behind him cried out at the same time, raised their crossbows, and shot at the young captain regardless of any consequences.

The rebel captain stretched out his arms and used his steps to skillfully avoid several crossbow arrows. He rushed forward and rushed to the two female crossbowmen. The sunset rapier in his hand spit out like a snake's tongue, piercing the eyebrows of the two women respectively, and took the lives of two people again.

I am a little worried about Luka for the young rebel captain's skilled killing skills.

I think Luka is not his opponent either, because Luka can't block his Western rapier.

And the biggest feature of the Western rapier is not only its speed, but also its ability to easily pierce through thick armor. At present, Luka's biggest reliance is the thick armor on his body and the "Ice Shield" magic, which allows him to almost not consider the enemy's means of attack in close combat.

I quickly put the ancient vine staff in my hand into the magic waist bag, replaced the ancient lamp with my left hand, and subconsciously touched the "Frost Nova" magic scroll on my waist. I rushed behind Luka in a few steps, and looked up and happened to see the rebel captain with a strange smile, like a venomous snake staring at its prey. The cold eyes made me shudder all over.

And the next second, his figure suddenly disappeared in front of Luka. Luka swung a "slash" with a trace of blood mist and chopped directly into the air.

Seeing the young captain's figure suddenly disappear from under his giant axe, and the double-edged axe only split a phantom left by the rebel captain, Luka realized that something was wrong.

The rebel captain actually used the skill of "charge" to cleverly avoid Luka's slash and rushed directly in front of me.

I thought to myself: As expected, he wanted to get rid of me, the magician, first!

I saw a flash of white light, and the young rebel captain turned into a shadow and rushed towards me. I didn't hesitate at all, just jumped forward based on my feeling, and passed by him in the surprised eyes of the young captain, and successfully avoided his charge. This method of avoiding "charge" was learned in Guluding Town from Kuz's eldest brother, Chief Kut. Although the movements were a bit rusty, it was still very useful.

The young rebel captain never thought that I could avoid his "charge" at such a close distance.

He is obviously a weak magician!

Taking advantage of the moment when he lost consciousness, I threw the remaining ‘arc’ in my hand at him. The arc, with a ‘crackling’ electric fire, jumped from my palm to the young captain’s body as soon as I brushed past him. Suddenly, the young captain was like being electrocuted, with flashes of electricity all over his body and his body shaking constantly.

The rebels who were fighting hard with Luka and the leatherworker in the corridor saw that their leader was in a critical situation, and they abandoned their opponents and rushed towards me without hesitation.

‘Frost Nova’

I raised the scroll in my hand high, unfolded it in Luka’s horrified eyes, and shouted the simple magic spell in it.

A strong ice element suddenly condensed from all around my body into the magic pattern array of the scroll in my hand. When these ice elements were concentrated to the extreme, they turned into a small extremely cold ice ring, which spread rapidly with the scroll that was gradually disappearing in my hand as the center, freezing all the enemies around that could be frozen.

Luka skillfully held his head with both hands, curled up his body and endured the extreme cold of the ice ring passing through his body. As for the leather worker and the young knight beside him, they were not so lucky. After receiving the baptism of the ice ring, although their legs were not frozen like the rebels, their bodies were also covered with frost and they kept shivering.

The rebel captain had just been freed from the paralysis of the arc, and before he could react, he was frozen on the spot by another wave of extremely cold ice ring.

Swordsmen who are good at using Western rapiers usually give up some heavy hard leather armor in order to pursue the coordination and balance of the body, speed and accuracy, and do not have too high requirements for strength, so the rebel captain only has a set of one-piece soft armor under the captain's uniform.

While his legs were frozen in place, I took a step behind him, swung the axe and chopped it hard on the back of his neck. A black gust of wind burst out from the Shura Axe, immediately making the young rebel captain's head and body separate.

At this time, the minotaur Luka also cleanly cut off the heads of the rebels who were frozen in place by the "Frost Nova", and habitually pulled out the skinning knife from his leg, picked up the left ear of the rebel head, and skillfully cut it off. Regardless of the blood on his hands, he smiled and put the ears into his arms.

The rest of the rebel crew saw that the captain was dead, and they scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling to escape to the deck outside the corridor.

"Hey, Luka, don't be so disgusting, okay? You are not a barbarian. What's the point of collecting their ears?" Moraya complained from behind.

Sophie, who was lying on her back, had completely turned green. Seeing this bloody scene, she was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly.

Three years ago, when the Storm Bear tribe barbarians besieged the city of El, Sophie stayed in the rescue station under the north wall for a while and saw some cruel scenes on the battlefield, but she didn't see me killing the enemy with her own eyes. Maybe I scared her.

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I didn't expect that the rebel captain of the airship would come here in person with his confidants, and was killed by Luka and I in the cabin corridor.

According to the plan, I was going to go to the captain's room, kill the highest leader of the rebels on the airship, and then slowly control the airship and clean up the remaining rebels on board.

Things turned out to be unexpectedly smooth, and someone brought a pillow when I wanted to sleep.

I didn't expect that this young rebel captain with good combat power would come to me in person. If he was a warrior, assassin, ranger or something else, I might be more careful, but he happened to be a swordsman. If he was a swordsman who learned other swordsmanship, I might be more cautious, but he happened to be a swordsman who learned Western rapier.

My adoptive father, Ryant, happens to be a rapier instructor. Perhaps Ryant's strength is comparable to that of the young captain who has the strength of a level nine swordsman, but in terms of theoretical knowledge of rapier swordsmanship, Ryant can leave him behind by several streets, so I am not afraid of him at all, and I know clearly where his weaknesses are.

The two young knights standing next to Luka brushed off the frost on their bodies and said to Luka and the leatherworker: "Let's go and deal with the group of rebels on the deck. Don't let them escape. Maybe they have companions who will come to help!"

The arrogant look, the attitude of a winner, made Moraya in the distance roll his eyes.

The two knights naturally didn't dare to talk to me like this, because I was a magician noble, and I personally killed a rebel leader who seemed very powerful to them. They didn't come up to thank me at this time, which was already their rudeness.

How could they know that every winter when the surface of the Galloping Horse River freezes solid, when the barbarians of the Storm Bear Tribe invade the territory of the city of El, my companions and I will set out from the city of El and walk in the snowy wilderness for a whole month to hunt these barbarians who are much stronger than the rebel captain. We are the most famous falcons in the city of El!

I also looked back at this moment and saw Princess Shailee in the corner, looking embarrassed and about to vomit bile. I was in no mood to pay attention to these two young knights who couldn't even say "thank you". I kicked away a scimitar stuck in the floor at my feet, rubbed the blood stains on my boots on a corpse, walked forward along the bloody corridor, and counted the number of rooms in the corridor one by one.

The cabins on this deck are all luxury suites for the nobles. The furnishings in each room are very exquisite, and the resting space is much more spacious than the ten-person bunk beds in the civilian area. Before I boarded the airship, I planned to buy a ticket for such a luxury suite. Unfortunately, the ticket for the airship was bought by Ryan himself, and he was not rich enough to spend a few gold coins to buy a luxury suite cabin.

Relying on the memory in my mind, counting the room numbers, I ran to the door of the room where Lady Alia and Viscount August disappeared, picked up the Shura Axe in my hand, forcibly split the hatch made of indigo wood boards, and then kicked the other half of the wooden door hanging on the door frame away, and got into this gorgeously decorated cabin.

…

Moraya carried Sophie on her back, and with her other hand she was supporting the weak Princess Shailee. She followed me into the room and complained to me, "Why do you still have to stay here? Wouldn't it be better to go to the captain's room?"

But Moraya complained, but she was the one who supported me the most no matter what. At this moment, she did not forget to turn around and shout, "Luka, this way!"

Luka, who was about to take the opportunity to rush out of the corridor, saw us turn into the cabin, and retreated without hesitation. The two young knights standing next to Luka were unable to fight the rebels guarding the deck independently, and they also gathered at the cabin door on my side.

"Why don't you rush out?" A young knight holding a Roman sword questioned Luka arrogantly. His head should have been cut by a sharp weapon, and blood was flowing from his head, making his face and neck everywhere. The collar of his white shirt was stained red with blood. It seemed that he wanted to rush to the deck very much.

But it seemed that among these people, he could only question Luka.

Luka rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes at him. He replied fearlessly, "Don't issue orders to me! I'm not one of your soldiers."

As he spoke, he swung his double-edged axe backwards, creating a half-moon of white light. He put the double-edged axe on his back, strode to the door of the cabin, found a cleaner place, and sat on the floor without any scruples. There was a dead body lying not far in front of his feet, but Luka didn't even raise his eyelids. He tore off a piece of cleaner cloth from the dead body and wiped the blood off his hands.

He took out a nearly crushed wheat cake from his arms, held it carefully with both hands, and happily put it into his big mouth. He didn't care at all that on the other side of the corridor, behind the thorn vines, there was a group of rebels with very ugly faces, staring at this place covetously.

The rebels were separated by a wall formed by thorn vines, and for a moment they didn't even have the courage to cut down the thorn vines.

…

I walked into the luxurious suite of the cabin, and happened to see Lady Alia holding the hem of her court dress with both hands, like a deer forced to the cliff by a hunter. Her curvy body was pressed tightly against the wooden wall because of August's pressure. The neckline of the dress revealed a large piece of snowy skin, and her (soft) breasts were constantly rising and falling violently. There was an angry expression in her eyes. Under the anger, Lady Alia actually had another kind of charm, which made my heart beat twice for no reason.

Her personal maid fainted on the floor of the living room. There was a clear blood stain at the corner of her mouth, and one side of her face was swollen.

Lady Alia witnessed me breaking through the cabin door and walking in. She looked like she was smiling and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes. She squinted at Viscount Augustus and refused to say a word.

Viscount Augustus seemed to have completely lost his mind at this moment. He took off his exquisite tuxedo without any image, only wearing a shirt with white lace and straight military trousers. He grabbed Lady Aaliya's wrist and squeezed her tightly against the wall of the cabin.

His meticulously arranged hair was also slightly messy and parted to the sides. He was breathing heavily and chattering to Mrs. Alia: "Struggle and scream! I just like your temper. You are like a flower." Thorny roses, if I want to smell your flower fragrance, I won’t be afraid of your thorns pricking my hands!”

"This is destined to be a very exciting war between men and women. I will program it into a beautiful and gorgeous story and tell it to everyone who knows me. Tell me what the skin of the imperial socialite Lady Aaliya is like. How slim and smooth, how slender the waist is , I will tell every one of my friends the war between the two of us word for word, you will eventually become mine, and you can only be mine!" He tried his best to suppress his impulse, Panting like a wild animal, he said to Lady Aaliyah.

"Let me go, Viscount August, you don't act like a noble gentleman!" Aria's mouth curved, and after she saw me entering the room, she was like a The hunter, who was playing with his prey, looked at Viscount August with his charming eyes, making the poor man gasp even harder.

"What will happen if I don't let go? I like to kiss your petal-like lips like this!" August stretched out his hand to pull open the collar of his shirt and continued: "The captain of this airship is my cousin. Now With the chaos outside, no one will have time to care about you!"

At this time, I had already walked one meter behind him, and he was completely unaware of me. It seemed that he had been completely taken over by Mrs. Alia and fell into her rhythm.

"Aren't you afraid that a knight who belongs to me will come to save me?" Aaliya looked at him innocently with her eyes wide open.

At this time, Viscount Auguste's mind was clearer. She followed Lady Alia's charming eyes and turned her head to look behind her in shock. But I stood behind him very calmly at this moment, being polite to him. smiled.

In his horrified eyes, he asked me loudly: "You... how did you get in?"

A huge ball of water fell from August's head, turning him into a miserable drowned rat. I pointed to the door and said, "Of course he came in through the door, but it seems like You were too immersed in your performance just now and didn’t hear my knock on the door!”

I tapped my finger lightly towards him, and the magic pattern drawn by the ice element turned into a faint energy that gathered around him.

He seemed to want to defend himself, but I was not in the mood to listen anymore, so I softly uttered: "Ning Bing!"

Viscount Auguste instantly turned into an ice sculpture with a weak pulse inside his body, and the horrified expression hung so clearly on his face.

Then I shrugged my shoulders at Mrs. Alia, glanced at the pale Princess Shaali, and then sighed helplessly and said: "Mrs. Alia, maybe you can find a way to appease my friends. They He seems to be frightened by the scene outside!”

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After walking out of the luxurious room, I will take Luka with me to continue cleaning up the rebels on the airship. Otherwise, God knows where they will drive the airship. Maybe their lair is ahead.

There have been several times when my intuition gave me some warnings at the critical moment of life and death, allowing me to have a close brush with death.

It was an indescribable feeling. Standing in the corridor, I suddenly felt that the air around me solidified for a moment, as if my whole body was stuck in a quagmire. I couldn't even breathe, and every movement became very slow. , and extremely difficult.

It was like a giant held me in his hand. The powerlessness made me feel a little desperate. The pores all over my body were completely opened at this moment. The invisible pressure gave me a strong feeling of dizziness. On the calm golden sea of ​​the Spiritual Sea, a huge amount of energy suddenly arose, like a herd of horses running wildly on the sea, impacting the spiritual beacon on the reef.

Suddenly, my sense of magic suddenly spread around like fireworks blooming in the night sky. I felt very tired mentally, but relaxed all over. I twisted my body, and I was surprised to find that I could finally slow down. The ground moved with difficulty.

Seeing the surrounding scenes suddenly freeze, it's like the magic of 'time stasis' has been cast, but there is a clear difference with it. This is not the sub-dimensional space of the magic 'time stasis'. The level of sub-dimensional space does not have this. A strong sense of oppression.

The next second, a still scene in the corridor was reflected in my pupils. A pair of cold eyes were hiding behind the door leading to the deck from the corridor. His black leather jacket completely blended into the night, but that wisp of arrow light emitted. The little bits of starlight are so dazzling.

I felt that the arrow had locked onto me from a distance, and the target in the eyes of the archer hiding behind the door was me in the crowd.

The arrow had already left the bowstring, and in this almost still space, it flew towards me at a speed of almost three feet per second, but my body seemed to be stuck in a mire, watching the arrow fly. Come, but can't dodge.

I made a difficult movement to turn to the right...

Suddenly, the feeling of being wrapped in the quagmire disappeared, and my body returned to its original state. The originally frozen space suddenly became alive again, and my body continued to move half a foot to the right according to inertia.

A black lightning bolt flew straight from my left rib, carrying a handful of blood, and flew into the endless dark night...