My Magic Age

Anyway, I didn't expect that just because the orc warrior Kentoya sprayed a few times of corpse fire oil, hundreds of goblin warriors turned into firemen, and then the entire Danma tribe was ignited. The fire burned so hard that all the goblins in the cave nest were forced out. The goblins were looking for an exit in the fire.

Through the three-foot-thick ice wall, you can only see the flames on the other side of the cave. The goblins inside climbed out of the stone wall cave and struggled to run towards the cave exit. Whether they were on fire or not, they were crowded together. The fire spread on them. The extremely strong corpse fire oil could not be extinguished at all. No matter rolling on the ground, pouring water, or burying in the soil, there was no way to stop the burning of the corpse fire oil.

The fire in the cave intensified. I could feel that the cave on the other side of the ice wall was like a big steamer. The heat waves coming out from the depths of the cave made the ice wall melt rapidly. The orc team led by Kalancuo and I stood outside the huge ice wall. We could clearly see the goblins who escaped from the village on the cave wall, pressing their bodies against the ice wall with joyful expressions on their faces.

Most of the goblins who escaped had burns on their bodies, but they did not seem to be in a hurry to break the ice wall. They just rushed to press their bodies against the ice wall to enjoy the coolness of the moment. It can be seen that the fire in the cave is still increasing and the temperature is getting higher and higher. I need to keep using the "condensation" magic pattern array to stabilize the ice wall in front of me.

Even so, the huge ice wall that sealed the entire cave entrance continued to melt, and ice water continued to flow down from the ice wall, forming small puddles, and some goblins even jumped directly into the puddles. There were a large number of goblins crowded near the ice wall. They were piled up like a mountain. Their hideous faces were stuck to the ice wall. They looked hideous. Their bodies were in various shapes and ugly faces were looking out of the ice layer in panic.

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At this time, the orc warriors finally got a chance to breathe. They leaned against the wall, paying attention to the situation on the other side of the ice wall, and talking about the battle just now. Some of them were talking about how brave they were, while others were regretting that they should not be timid and soft in the battle.

These orc warriors seemed very excited and communicated with each other. Because almost everyone had hunted some goblins, those orc warriors who were depressed felt much more comfortable. Experienced orc warriors would also enlighten them: Don't treat those goblins as orcs. They are just a group of low-level creatures, machines for making feces. Once they are given a chance to live, they may turn around and kill again with swords. They are a group of low-level creatures abandoned by the gods with despicable character.

The younger orc warriors calmed down after hearing this argument.

Orc warriors must go through such a baptism of war to continue to grow. This group of orcs who came out of the wilderness have been bent by the hard life in the Green Empire. The half-herding and half-hunting life in Xinliu Valley has not restored their wildness in the wilderness, but made their lives more comfortable.

These brave and warlike wolf orcs can only fight more battles to make their hands holding knives stop trembling before fighting, to make them not close their eyes because of fear when they see the axe chopping down on their heads, to make them turn their wrists when the long knife pierces the enemy's body, and to make them face death calmly and fearlessly.

The mental state of the other orcs in this team is relatively stable. Only the orc warrior Kentoya has a complicated expression. After he ran out of the cave wall nest area of ​​the Danma tribe with a fuel tank on his back, his eyes became a little straight, and he kept mumbling something in his mouth, and he was in a trance.

Probably when he just sprayed the flames, he saw the tragic scene of hundreds of goblins struggling in the flames, and his heart couldn't bear it all of a sudden.

Kalancuo squatted in front of the orc warrior Kentoya, holding the head of this simple and honest orc warrior with both hands, and kept comforting him in orc language. Kentoya's face showed pain. Compared with those male orcs, the orc female warriors were calmer. They sat together, drinking water silently, chatting, and consuming as much physical strength as possible.

One of the older orc women ran to Kalancuo's side, whispered a few words in her ear, and ran away quickly.

Kalancuo hesitated, but finally waved to the orc female warrior.

At this time, the one who came over was no longer the older beastwoman warrior, but a young beastwoman warrior with dark skin and dull luster. She had big eyes and smiled shyly at me when she passed by me, revealing a row of white teeth. She gently walked to Kalancuo and squatted down.

Kalancuo let go of Kentoya's head, smiled and nodded at the young orc girl, and then whispered a few words to Kentoya. The honest and simple orc warrior nodded, as if he agreed, and then Kalancuo got up and left.

The orc girl took over Kalancuo's position, gently pulled up the orc warrior Kentoya, then unloaded the oil barrel on his back, put it aside, took his hand, and walked into the depths of the dark cave.

I originally wanted to go over and remind them that in such a dark cave, they must be careful of the goblin patrols lurking in the dark, but I was stopped by Kalancuo. Obviously, she thought it was a bit inappropriate for me to go over at this time.

I asked Kalantso who was walking back: "What are they going to do and why don't you stop them? How dangerous it would be to run out at this time!"

But Kalancso stood beside me, looked at me seriously and said: "Maka went to help Kentoya. His 'war sequelae' are very serious. Only a woman's comfort can make him recover. These orc children Although they have finally grown up, they have not experienced the harsh life in the wilderness, and their hearts are not yet as hard as stone.”

Then, she asked me curiously: "Aren't you afraid to see those goblins dying?"

"Once in the wasteland, I killed gray dwarves with my own hands!" I smiled faintly, then patted the Shura battle ax standing on the ground, and said to her: "I am the most famous falcon in El City. How could a few goblins affect me?"

After hearing these words, the goblin Jijiru's body suddenly trembled violently. It curled up in the shadow of the stone wall, eyes widened, looking at the dying goblins on the other side of the ice wall, its expression was extremely complicated, and the expression on its face was extremely complicated. His expression was constantly distorted, and all kinds of expressions were tangled together. He looked at me like he was looking at a big demon.

Kalancuo said to me with a complicated expression: "I really don't know what you went through in your childhood. It seems that even the God of Death can't get close to you!"

Goblin Jijiru squatted aside, shrinking his body even more compactly, burying the fear in his eyes deeply into his arms.

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The original intention was to allow these orc warriors to recover their physical strength and then start a new round of cleaning activities, but a change occurred at this moment.

The goblins on the other side of the ice wall began to have difficulty breathing. Almost all the goblins turned purple and touched their throats with one hand, panting violently. Some goblins put their heads into the puddles, and some Some goblins were scratching the thick ice with their hands, and some were scratching at the rock wall, trying to put their mouths on the cracks in the rock wall, but more goblins were struggling needlessly.

The horrific suffocation finally came to this village after the fire ignited by the corpse oil sucked up all the oxygen.

As the fire gradually extinguished, the billowing smoke filled the entire goblin village. The goblins who were originally still alive and kicking, just in the blink of an eye, changed from struggling around to lying on the ground twitching, and finally their rickety bodies stretched out, The expression on his face became calm instead, as if he was asleep.

It's just that the style of painting here is a bit weird. The intertwined goblin corpses are piled up into a mountain on the other side of the ice wall.

All you can see through the ice wall are the faces of sleeping goblins. A lifeless atmosphere of terror permeates the entire cave. The Danma tribe, with a population of over 10,000, has become a place of death and silence. land.

The orc warriors who were still laughing loudly fell silent, and everyone's mood became very heavy.

The ice wall that separated us from the goblin warriors began to melt slowly, and various cracks continued to appear under the billowing smoke. The thick smoke came out from the gaps in the slowly melting ice wall and followed the cave wall. The top continued to float outward, cracks appeared in the ice wall, and the air inside began to slowly circulate. The thick smoke followed the wind in the cave and continued to float to higher ground.

Without the support of my mana, the ice wall began to gradually fall apart, and huge ice blocks fell from the ice wall.

Without the barrier of the ice wall, the cave has regained good ventilation. Just waiting for the thick smoke inside to dissipate, we can go in and clean the battlefield.

According to Jijiru, this kind of large goblin tribe will have a goblin king. Usually the people in the tribe will give valuable things to their king in exchange for food and various rewards, and the goblin king will also Have your own treasure trove.

Victory in the battle means there will be some gains.

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The young orc female warrior took Kentoya's hand and walked out of the darkness. There was a flush on her face, while Kentoya was in high spirits. Although he was a little tired, his energy was restored to its peak. Well, the two of them joined the orc team, and some orc warriors cast envious glances at Kentoya.

I thought: Sure enough, what was said in that miscellaneous book is right. The chests of beast girls are the haven for the souls of orc warriors to escape from the wind.

Seeing that the orc warriors were becoming a little lethargic, Kalantso stood up from me, took a tower shield made of ironwood, and then tapped the shield rhythmically with the back of her two-handed sword. .

"Pah...pah...pah. pah. pah!"

When the orc warriors sitting around heard the sound of Kalantso banging his shield, they all raised their heads and looked at Kalantso with confusion.

They knew that leader Kalantso had something to say, and the surroundings became quiet.

After the ice wall collapsed suddenly, Kalancso jumped onto the huge ice block that fell nearby. The two-handed sword in her hand was stuck on the ground in front of her. Then she asked a question to the orc warriors in front of her: "Those wastelands Will the wind wolves on the mountain shed tears because of the death of the magic antelope? Or will they feel sorry for the hardship of the magic antelope and stop hunting them and eat grass instead?”

Among the upright orc warriors, some shook their heads, while others said: "No!"

Kalancso shouted coldly: "If you want to pity the prey in front of you, or pity the goblins, then just go back to the coal fields of El City and starve to death!"

The orc warrior was completely stunned by Kalantso's words, and looked at Kalantso in a daze. At this time, Kalantso tore off the half-armor on her body with one hand, revealing her plump chest, and her skin showed The color of wheat, full of luster.

She was more like a fanatical believer at this time, clenching her fists and patting her chest, and said loudly to the orc warriors: "Every warrior who followed me here has the blood of the wolf god in his body. , Every wolf is the best hunter on the grassland, and they hunt non-stop throughout their lives.”

"Why should we be sad for those prey? Why? They are the food in our mouths. Hunting them is for our survival. From the day we are born, we stand at the top of the food chain. This is the survival law of nature. ”

"Look at you... what are you doing cowardly? When did the orc warriors become as cowardly as children? Tell me, where is your courage? Where is your belief?"

"They - these ungrateful goblins, it's not our fault that we kill them!"

"Because of the food we provide them, their tribes continue to grow, but what are they doing? Aren't they just thinking about how to plunder our wealth all day long? These disgusting dwarfs must die! "

The orc warriors stood up from the ground and gathered around Kalantso, like some fanatical believers. They opened the buttons of the leather armor with their hands, opened the hard leather armor, exposed the strong chest inside, and kept using their hands to Knocking, followed by Kalantso's voice shouting: "Must die! Must die! Must die!"

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The smell of burnt corpses, the smell of cooked goblin meat, the fishy smell of internal organs, and the throat-choking ash powder smell of burnt cracked limestone all mixed together to make this cave extremely weird, even if The orcs, who were never afraid of smells, had to cover their faces with a scarf.

The strong orcs used short spears to push aside the burned goblin corpses and clear a path for people to walk on.

We had no interest in the scraps of metal in the hands of those goblins, so we let Jijilu lead the way and returned to the cave wall lair of the Danma tribe. The further we walked inside, the more tragic the scenes we saw. The remains of the goblin, which had been burned to only a few bones, were stained on the rocky ground like black marks. Actually, there was nothing left except the marks.

When we arrived at the entrance of the tunnel we crawled up from, we suddenly saw a tall goblin in a bronze armor standing in the middle of the pile of corpses in the square here. He was holding a huge wolf in one hand. A tooth stick, a scepter in the other hand, and a golden crown on his head. His body has been burned into a pile of bones, but the armor still stands in the center of the field.

The flames of the corpse fire oil did not melt the armor. It seemed that a certain amount of magical red copper must have been mixed into the armor material.

It should be the king of the goblins of the Danma tribe. Unfortunately, we died in the fire before we even met.

The orc warriors began to enter the stone wall lairs one after another, and kept throwing out the bodies of the goblins who had suffocated to death in the lairs. There were very few magical red copper and red copper ores in these stone wall lairs. The orc warriors collected them for a long time, but only I found a small pile, and it seems that goblins are notoriously poor, which is true at all.

Moreover, those orc warriors climbed over the rock wall and got into the lair to rummage for supplies. It was very laborious. Seeing this, Kalantso once again rudely pulled Jijilu over at the other end of the rope and pinched it with one hand. He didn't want him to speak at all, and just slapped his neck so hard that his face became swollen.

This unprovoked slap made Jijilu howl.

Before Kalantso could ask, he heard the goblin Jijilu wailing and begging for mercy: "I said! Don't hit me, don't hit me, I said everything... I know where their tribe's treasures are hidden, I can Help you dig out the treasure, please stop fighting!"

Without saying a word to Jijilu, Kalantso was led by it to find a large cave. He pointed at the cave and said with a sad face: "The entrance to King Danma's treasure house is here!"