My Magic Age

The chaos on the training ground did not last long. The warriors waiting outside the animal pen were far more ferocious than the two wind wolves in the animal pen. They were only wearing a pair of hard leather pants and leather boots with thick steel plates on the toes and heels. The heavy leather boots stepped on the floor of the animal pen. Perhaps because they had been standing for too long and felt a little bored, these warriors who had something to do had their eyes flashing with excitement and excitement. They rushed in from the door of the animal pen like hungry wolves, and swung their long-handled head hammers and hit the foreheads of the wind wolves heavily.

Standing in the stands, I could even hear the clear sound of bone cracking.

Of course, the young magician was only a little frightened and did not suffer any harm. This was thanks to my two "ice shields" and his teacher tearing open a "magic shield" scroll that had been prepared long ago at the critical moment.

The young magician, with his hands on his shoulders, was sitting in the stands trembling with tears streaming down his face. It was obvious that his inner world had been completely broken by the two wind wolves. Several friends surrounded the young magician and kept whispering to comfort him.

The two cunning wind wolves failed to successfully counterattack in the end. Before they could tear open the tough magic shield, they were beaten with sticks and stewed by the four warriors waiting outside the animal pen and directly driven back to the narrow wolf den.

After the matter was settled, a magic scholar came out from the group of magicians. He was very polite to thank Scholar Yekis and me.

At this time, the evaluators on the practice field began to call Scholar Yekis's name. Scholar Yekis was fully focused on the bat skin gloves. He wanted to test the magic effect of this magic pattern structure. Naturally, he had no intention of greeting the magic scholar. He just dealt with a few words hastily and hurried to the practice field.

The magic scholar in the field of magic array looked at Yekis's hurried departure, shrugged helplessly, then walked to his assistant and whispered a few words, which made the young magician's assistant's eyes shine again.

Seeing that the young magician's assistant's mood gradually stabilized, the magic scholar of magic array led the assistants to hurriedly walk along the steps on one side of the stand to the door. Perhaps because of the failure of the experiment, the young magicians walked out of the practice field in silence with blank expressions.

Yekis finally calmed down a little while standing on the stage. He looked at the mane beast in the opposite animal pen, a little hesitant, and looked back at me, but said nothing.

He hesitated for a while, and finally took out the pair of bat skin gloves from the magic waist bag. The dark red gloves were covered with black stripes. He put the gloves on his hands, and a gem groove appeared on the back of his right hand. With a "click", Yekis pressed the shadow attribute magic crystal into the gem groove.

The shadow attribute magic crystal contains a large amount of shadow magic power. These magic powers surge like waves along the crisscross magic patterns on the dark red gloves. The faint black halo makes the magic patterns on the surface of the gloves come alive. A trace of black mist like ink is constantly drifting outward from the black magic lines on the gloves. The strong breath of shadow elements shrouds Yekis's hands.

The stands of the entire practice field suddenly became quiet. A young magician on the stand exclaimed softly: "Isn't shadow magic a taboo magic?"

"You are surprised by what you have seen." The magic scholar sitting next to him raised his head, looked at the magician's assistant lightly, and blamed him.

A sturdy black mane beast has already stood majestically in the animal pen. It looks around vigilantly, its sturdy body tightly attached to the inside of the animal pen, and a trace of fear is revealed in its eyes. Although this black mane beast looks huge and very strong, if you look closely, you will find that the last trace of wildness in its eyes has been worn away.

Perhaps it was because of the inertia and dependence formed by being domesticated in the animal pen for many years, or perhaps it was because the life after being treated as a guinea pig was extremely miserable and suffered from magic all day long, which made the mane beast fearful. It leaned its body against the innermost side of the animal pen, trying to expose the thick skin and flesh of its body.

Yekis turned his head to look at the reviewers, and seeing that they were all looking at him intently, he nodded slightly.

There was almost no sign. Scholar Yekis was too lazy to raise his hand, but just gently chanted a short spell. A dark red hexagram appeared in front of Scholar Yekis, and a faint black mist kept rolling from the magic circle. Suddenly, a shrill and piercing scream came from the black mist.

"Ah!"

The sound was just like the scream of a vengeful spirit.

The rolling black mist was like a pot of boiling water, gathering within the range of the hexagram magic circle. A nearly translucent shadow of a vampire woman rushed out of the mist, with sharp fangs revealed under her pale face, and pale and slender hands clasped in front of her chest. She rushed to the top of the Yekis scholar's head and floated in the air.

The vampire shadow mechanically opened its arms, and two blood lines flew out of the vampire shadow, like two nimble and swift bats, with a blood-red silk thread behind them, entangled in the hands of the vampire shadow. The two bats transformed from shadow elements rushed directly into the body of the mane beast. The mane beast trembled violently, and suddenly under its round buttocks, it trembled slightly, and a pile of disgusting feces and urine flowed out instantly, and the whole animal pen became stinking.

The mane beast actually gave up resistance completely and fell limply in the animal pen.

The two blood lines are connected between the vampire shadow and the mane beast, and you can see traces of red blood being extracted from the mane beast's body, flowing upstream along the blood line, and flowing into the vampire's body. In the shadow.

A faint force of life enveloped Scholar Yerkes. Yerkes stood in the red six-pointed star formation, his face looked a little flushed. At this moment, he seemed to be more energetic, and the fatigue on his face also faded.

The black-maned beast in the animal pen was trembling all over, lying feebly in the animal pen, twitching all over. It tried to stand up several times, but never succeeded. Even the miserable wailing was as thin as the buzzing of mosquitoes. , seems weak, where is the momentum and dignity of a first-level monster?

At this time, I suddenly noticed that there was a dead silence in the stands. Everyone was staring dumbly at the vampire shadow above the head of Scholar Yerkes, with a look of horror on their faces.

It seems that the 'Vampire Kiss' can only last for a few breaths.

Then, the vampire shadow dispersed in the air and turned into black smoke, which was blown away by the wind.

Yerkes below finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a strange expression on his face. Without waiting for the evaluators over there to give accurate data, he hurried back to the stands and sat down next to me calmly, not caring about the surrounding stands. The looks cast by those magic scholars made him look no different from before.

Obviously, the magic skill 'Vampire's Kiss' on the bat leather gloves is beyond all of our expectations. This is definitely not the momentum that a simple first-level low-level magic skill of the shadow system can create. Now it seems that this 'Vampire's Kiss' 'The skill should be a first-level high-level magic, and it also has a 'blood-sucking' effect.

I marveled in my heart at Yerkes's extremely powerful heart and impressive determination, but I found that scholar Yerkes' hands hidden under his sleeves were actually trembling. It turned out that he was also frightened by this skill.

Watching the paralyzed bristle beast in the animal pen being dragged away like a dead pig by four soldiers, a fishy water stain was left on the marble slab along the way.

The magician standing in the center of the small magic circle who was evaluating the power of magic skills paused for a moment before announcing to Yerkes: "The power value of the shadow magic skill 'Vampire's Kiss' on this magic pattern construct. It’s 1.1, and the life recovery effect brought by the blood-sucking spell is 0.3.”

There were several unsuppressed low shouts coming from the surrounding stands. There was always no shortage of visionary people in the Magic Research Institute.

Yerkes' hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist, knocked hard on my shoulder, and said excitedly: "Based on this single damage attribute, this magic pattern structure is qualified to be a first-level High-level magic pattern is constructed!”

Under normal circumstances, the power of magic skills will be reduced to a certain extent when drawn on a magic scroll. When drawn on a magic pattern structure, the power will be further reduced. Take 'Fireball' as an example: the power of the standard 'Fireball' is 1, the power of the 'Fireball' magic scroll is about 0.9, and the power of the Fireball magic skill on the magic pattern structure will never be greater than 0.9.

The shadow magic skill 'Vampire's Kiss' is obviously not in the category of first-level high-level magic, but the magic pattern carved on the bat leather gloves releases the power of shadow magic. In terms of magic power alone, it is already It has reached the category of first-level high-level magic, which is enough to illustrate one problem, that is, this magic pattern constructed glove with the 'blood-sucking' skill is far from being as simple as carving an ordinary skill. .

The first-level magic skill of the shadow system is actually much more powerful than the magic damage of 'Fireball', which absolutely subverts most magicians on the field's understanding of shadow.

When Scholar Yerkes looked at me, he had a helpless smile on his face. Apparently even he underestimated the magic patterns on this pair of gloves.

Walking out of the practice field, I felt like my back was being roasted by those scorching eyes.

It won’t take long for this magical magic pattern construction glove to be known to everyone in the Magic Research Institute. There is no way, this circle is so small, and the people here are all crazy. They usually just keep themselves bored. They conduct academic research in the laboratory, and they are only interested in things that subvert conventional magical cognitions and theories.

Scholar Yerkes unnaturally loosened the collar of his magic robe, and then said in a slightly hoarse voice: "This pair of gloves really makes people feel a little incredible. Maybe I should go have a drink!"

Speaking of that tavern, I just thought that I should bring a barrel of 10-year-old golden cider to the owner of the tavern, Zhuo Kak. The uncle who likes all kinds of fine wines may have been waiting for news from me!

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"Hey, Zhuoqak, what you said that day was not bragging, was it!" The hoarse and rough voice echoed in the small tavern, seeming to make the tiles on the roof of the entire tavern rustle.

The cup of barley wine rattled the wooden tabletop of the bar, and the voice of the tavern owner Zhuoqak came from inside, not to be outdone: "Fuck you! When did Zhuoqak get involved in wine?" Did you say something big?"

Scholar Yerkes pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and saw the tavern owner Zhuoqak with his back to the door, leaning on the bar and scolding a middle-aged man.

Apparently the middle-aged man drank a little too much. His face was full of alcohol. He burped and asked the tavern owner Zhuoqak angrily: "But where is your damn wine? Where is the high-end golden cider you mentioned? I When I drink your barley wine, my mouth turns pale. Are you afraid that I can’t afford two silver coins to sell you a glass of cider?”

When the middle-aged man said this, Zhuoqak suddenly lost his temper. He could only take a sip of barley wine to cover up his embarrassment, and after relaxing some of the atmosphere, he said to the middle-aged man: "The one who agreed to sell it to My young magician, Golden Cider, has not been here in the past few days. I think he must be busy with studies!"

When the middle-aged man saw that Zhuoqak had given up, he stopped pursuing the victory and laughed: "You old guy, you won't be fooled by a young boy who hasn't graduated from the academy!"

Zhuoqak stiffened his neck and said stubbornly: "How is it possible? We signed a magic contract. His teacher, Scholar Yerkes, is a regular customer of mine. They are magician nobles. Please don't try to question a noble. Besides, I’m a tavern owner, so what’s the point of deceiving me? We agreed to pay in one hand and deliver the goods in the other. I didn’t get the wine, and my silver coins were still lying in the bag!”

At this time, Yerkes and I had already walked behind Zhuoqak, but he didn't notice our arrival.

Eve, the beautiful woman who still had the charm standing at the bar, smiled shyly at Yerkes. The style of a mature woman, like a ripe purple grape, seemed to suit Yerkes's taste. .

Sometimes, I really don’t understand the heart of an old man. A diamond old man like Scholar Yerkes is not only a magician, but also has a decent job in a decent department like the Magic Academy. He For a magician with such conditions, even if he marries a lady from a noble family, people will probably rush to send her to him, but Yerkes is alone, with only one cook and maid at home, so I still Thinking that he is an old man who pursues bachelorism.

But in this tavern, he was looking at a woman who was having an affair with the tavern owner Zhuo Kak, and he was so lewd, which really puzzled me.

The middle-aged man, who was drunk and strangled with Zhuoqak, happened to be sitting opposite Zhuoqak. When Yerkes and I walked into the tavern, he had already seen us, but at the beginning He didn't pay much attention. When we walked in, the middle-aged man rubbed his eyes with his hands. When he saw that we were indeed wearing magic robes and had a magician's silver badge on our chest, his aura immediately weakened by half. .

A forced sneer appeared on his face, and he said to Zhuoqak without any confidence: "Uh... well, Zhuoqak, maybe I drank a little too much, even if I made a drunken gaffe."

The tavern owner Zhuo Kak was stunned when he saw the middle-aged man suddenly surrendered. He stretched out his fat and generous palm and patted him on the face. Seeing that he didn't react, he said: "Hi, you This guy seems to be drinking a lot less today. Since he drank too much, go home and go to bed. Don't lie on the bench on the roadside or next to the trash can, otherwise your house will be full of water. My little wife has to come out to look for you in the middle of the night..."

"... Got it." The middle-aged man responded softly.

"Oh, you're not angry at all!" After finishing speaking, Zhuoqak laughed 'haha'.

I cursed in my heart: This tavern uncle has such a low sense of humor.

At this time, Yerkes was already sitting in front of the bar, staring at Eve with squinted eyes and saying nothing.

On the other hand, Eve poured a full glass of barley wine directly into a large wooden barrel, pushed it in front of Yerkes, took out a small plate of dried fish from under the bar, and then asked: "Would you like to come?" Some barbecue and wheat cakes?”

When the beautiful woman Eve's hot eyes came over, Yerkes became a little shy and lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

"Well, two portions!" Yerkes sat behind Zhuoqak and said to Eve dully.

When the woman saw Yerkes' honest look, a charming smile appeared on the corners of her mouth and between her eyebrows, which made Yerkes' old face turn a little red.

I couldn't help but admire Scholar Yerkes. This obviously sultry old man actually dared to have an affair with this woman named Eve in the presence of other men. It was quite exciting.

Although a magician noble would not be punished for seducing a commoner woman from a good family, he would be criticized once word spread.

However, this is obviously not something I need to consider.

At this time, I absolutely cannot sit next to Yerkes, stupidly eat barbecue wheat cakes with him, and then get drunk, then wipe my mouth... and leave.

So, I stepped between Zhuo Kak and the middle-aged man, placed the bottle filled with golden liquor directly on the bar, and said with a smile to the half-drunk and half-awake tavern owner Zhuo Kak: " Uncle Zhuoqak, I’ve brought you some wine.”

Seeing me suddenly appearing in front of him, Zhuoqak laughed excitedly, pointed at the middle-aged man and said proudly: "I said why did you suddenly give in? It turns out you saw my partner, why?" , don’t want to try a glass of delicious golden cider before leaving?”

The middle-aged man originally looked a little embarrassed and wanted to use an excuse to slip away. I understood what he was thinking. He didn't want to offend a magician noble. In fact, he thought too much. I am not that stingy. Originally, speaking of it, I was a day or two too late, so it is reasonable for me to be criticized.

He waved his hands in a vain manner, his body swaying a little, and he was about to get off the high chair.

At this time, Zhuo Kak pulled out the cork of the golden apple wine with a "pop" sound, reached out to grab a small transparent glass on the bar, and carefully filled a glass for himself. Immediately, the extremely mellow aroma with apple flavor came out of the glass.

The middle-aged man smelled the aroma of the wine, and he stopped... He sniffed the wine with his red nose, and couldn't help but said to Zhuo Kak: "Are you sure it's two silver coins per cup?"

"Yes..." Zhuo Kak said firmly.

The middle-aged man's Adam's apple moved, as if he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he said hesitantly: "Well, maybe I should try it, it smells pretty good!"