My Magic Age

By the time Kalantso and I returned to the underground cave, the dwarf warrior Bernd had also returned to the warehouse with his team of orc warriors for repairs.

Many orc warriors were slightly injured, and even more were poisoned. Fortunately, sufficient antidote potions were prepared. However, the young orc warriors were very excited and had no psychological shadow caused by the killing. They talked more about how many goblins they had killed.

Bernd led them to slaughter one tribe after another, and actually killed four tribes in succession. In the end, there was still time to clear the battlefield. Then they burned all the goblin corpses and those shacks before moving on to the next battlefield.

Beside the water channel in the rest area of ​​the underground warehouse, I saw this group of orc warriors with minor injuries. They were laughing and laughing, standing in a row naked, their strong and strong muscles under the impact of the cold underground water. Underneath, exuding a bronze luster, faint blood washed the bluestone floor, merged into a pool, and flowed away from a ditch.

The pool is now soaked with the leather armor of the orc warriors. A thick layer of plasma has condensed on the leather armor. Several beast girls are squatting on the edge of the pool, scrubbing the leather armor hard while secretly watching these. Young warriors, in the orc tribe, the warriors who return in triumph will be worshiped by other people in the tribe, and it is easier to capture the hearts of the beast girls.

Kalancuo and I walked over. The young people standing under the waterfall seemed a little reserved. Kalancuo saw many young orc warriors with knife wounds and arrow wounds on their bodies. He frowned and walked up to ask: " Aren’t they all wearing hard leather armor? Why are they still suffering so many injuries?”

Kalancuo had a very high prestige in the hearts of these young orc warriors. No one dared to go against Kalancuo's words and asked her with a cold face.

The young orc warrior held his hands in front of him in panic, then smiled reluctantly at Kalancso, and then explained: "Those armors are stained with too much blood, and they become sticky when worn on them. Come down..."

"Crack!"

A loud slap!

With a wave of his hand, he slapped the orc warrior hard on the face. Kalantuo grabbed the young orc warrior's ears with his hands and said fiercely: "Next time, let me know that you guys have to take off your armor on the battlefield. Wait for the whipping!"

The other orc warriors stood under the waterfall next to the stone wall, all silent.

Not long after, Kalancso turned around and walked away angrily. He just said to me: "I'm going to wake those people up. After breakfast, we'll set off!"

According to the time in the imperial capital of Roland Continent, it is now time to have breakfast.

I stood aside with no intention of leaving.

Instead, I silently draw magic arrays on my chest. I don't need 'time stagnation' to cast spells quickly. 'Hydrotherapy' consumes very little magic power. In addition, I have strong magic recovery ability, even if it is continuous. Casting a spell, the magic power in the center of the magic vortex can almost be maintained above the safety line.

Those gorgeous radiances of water elemental magic, accompanied by crisp rustling sounds, flashed across every orc's body, and then those scars would heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had the talent of 'self-healing' blood.

For those orc warriors, magicians possess powerful mysterious power, so when I released magic on them, the orc warriors looked at me with gratitude and awe in their eyes, walked past them, and patted them one by one to show their strength. shoulder, looked at them with encouragement, and then said to these orc warriors: "You are all the best warriors of the orc tribe. In this simple operation of clearing out the goblins, I don't want to see any attrition." ”

I said to these orc warriors: "Don't underestimate those goblins. When I was in El City, I followed my classmates from the Magic Academy to explore here. At that time, there was a very powerful gang of goblin robbers here. Their team There are several rock golems inside, which are living rocks. Monsters are extremely powerful and have caused us a lot of trouble, so I hope you can learn how to protect yourself in the next battle. Of course, you have proven yourself to be brave enough, so, I hope You need to learn some fighting skills and danger prediction!"

Then I left the waterfall and came to the dwarf warrior Bernd. I sat down on an oak barrel next to him and watched him change his previous decadent appearance. Sure enough, he was born to be a dwarf warrior and only wanted war. Only then can he regain his courage. It seems that he is in good condition.

The leather armor of the dwarf Bernd was also washed. He was sitting bare-chested beside a thick oak barrel, squinting his eyes and drinking golden apple cider. His face turned a little red. When he saw me walking over, he walked towards me. I made a victory sign , and then said to me drunkenly: "Magic Jijia, or I should call you Lord Jijia, I really envy you for being able to own such a rich land and have so many rich goblin neighbors. !”

He pointed to the back of the wine barrel with his hand, and I saw that the dark cave was lined with yellow-orange brick walls. Those were all magic copper ingots, neatly stacked, and there were three other ingots. The metal box was filled with all kinds of magic gems, and behind it there were ordinary copper blocks piled up like a hill, and some broken copper and iron blades piled up like a hill.

I opened my mouth and looked at these supplies with some surprise, and asked Bernd: "Is there anything else you haven't brought back? If those goblins live in exquisite cabins, will you also bring those cabins back?" Break it into planks and bring them back to me?"

"Of course!" Bernd admitted unabashedly, and then said: "I will bring back everything I think is valuable. I must be worthy of the salary you gave me. If it weren't for you, I might be here. Working as a backpack coolie at the Imperial Capital Airport, I might starve to death on the streets or go to the slave market, but I would never lie on a wine barrel and drink the best golden cider.”

Bernd opened his drunken eyes and smiled at me. His face was covered with wrinkles of the years. Although his actual age was less than forty, he looked like an old dwarf. He said to me: "I must Make your efforts worth it!”

"How did you transport them back?" I stared blankly at the copper ingots. Twenty orc warriors would definitely not be able to carry these supplies back. I asked humbly: "All of your team together, It’s just twenty-six orc warriors.”

The dwarf Bernd waved to me. He was obviously a little drunk, but he was still sober when he spoke. He said to me: "No, no, no, how could I let my warriors carry those heavy objects? Their Physical strength is extremely precious, the real coolies are there, they are all goblins The strongest goblins in the tribe, they will have the honor to be my slaves in the coming days. They carried all the supplies on their backs, and they are easy to feed. There is no need to waste any food. Just give them some water. They will dig moss in the cracks of rocks to eat!”

The water channel in the cave extended underground, forming an underground river. The place where the orc warriors bathed was the source of the underground river. The water gurgled out from the gaps in the rock wall, and even formed a small The water waterfall formed a small pool in the underground cave, flowing downward and briskly along the terrain.

Just further downstream, I saw a group of goblins eating moss on the pebbles at the edge of the water. They were hidden in the darkness. I couldn't see how many there were for a while, but listen. The tiny rustling sounds must be a large group.

My eyesight was pretty good. I could see the blurry shadows of the goblins through the darkness. I asked in surprise: "No one is looking at them?"

Bernd explained: "Of course not! There is one of the youngest orc warriors in charge of herding."

A terrible thought appeared in my mind. An orc warrior guarded hundreds of goblins and was beaten to death by the goblins in the riot. More than half of the goblins escaped in the chaos and asked Bernd: "Aren't you afraid that they will escape?" Lose?"

He said confidently: "They can't escape."

Bernd sat up from the ground, holding a large wooden cup in his hand, and walked with me along the channel to the depths of the cave.

Bernd casually pulled out the torch inserted into the rock wall and held it in his hand.

The torch reflected the green moss on the wet stone wall, turning Bernd's face into a dark green. He stepped firmly on the stone with both feet, and said to me as he walked: "I used hemp rope to tie them into groups of ten. , a group of ten people were tied together, and as long as one goblin escaped, all the other nine goblins were killed. More than ten groups of goblins were killed one after another along the way. Now they are very honest. "

Sure enough, when I got closer, I found that the goblins had an iron ring around their necks, and a thumb-thick hemp rope strung ten goblins in a string. The goblins carefully raised their buttocks and squatted beside the rock wall to dig. He picked up the thin layer of green moss on it and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

Because the green moss is only a thin layer attached to the rock surface, they will not stay in the same place for too long and always change their feeding locations frequently. If any of the goblins move slowly, they will be attacked. The other goblins were severely beaten, and any goblin that acted inconsistently with everyone would also be severely beaten by the other nine goblins.

Perhaps Bernd's vicious side was deeply implanted in the hearts of every goblin, so when Bernd came over, the goblins became infinitely frightened and stood tremblingly by the rock, even the moss on the stone wall They didn't even dare to eat it.

Bernd said to me: "Every goblin has servility that goes deep into their bones, and they are greedy, cunning, and selfish, so we only need to tie them together with ropes, and they will attribute their fault for being in this difficult situation." to other goblins, so they cannot escape at all because of their inferior nature. The other nine goblins are more nervous than anyone else and will never let any goblin escape alone. "

He continued: "It is the distrust and suspicion between them that prevents any of them from running away. Even if there are goblins who can break free of the shackles of the rope, they cannot escape the eyes of their companions."

Bernd and I were talking when we saw a group of goblins not far away. There was a sudden riot. The other goblins lying on the edge of the rock eating moss just stood aside and watched numbly, with no intention of joining. The young orc warrior not far away rushed over with a spear.

Bernd and I happened to be here, so naturally we wanted to go over and take a look.

When they came closer, the group fight had been stopped by the young orc warriors with spears. The goblins were not trying to escape, but were trying their best to beat a wretched goblin. His face was actually bruised and swollen, and there were even some clear teeth marks in some places. The iron ring around his neck was still there, but the hemp rope had been separated from the iron ring.

Judging from the scene, it looked like this goblin wanted to escape, but was stopped by the other goblins and beaten up.

However, the crippled goblin struggled to defend himself and said: The rope around his neck just naturally loosened, and he had no intention of escaping, and he also tried to tie the rope to the iron again. Come on! It cried bitterly in defense, which I found both ridiculous and funny.

The young orc warrior didn't have the patience to listen to the goblin's story. He just saw the fight and listened. Seeing that Bernd and I didn't say anything, he puffed up his chest and said fiercely: "You guys, please be honest." , if you make trouble again, I will stab you all to death, put your corpses on bamboo poles and hang them on the cave wall to dry, and your souls will be imprisoned in the mummies forever!"

Then, he held the spear behind his back and slapped the beaten goblin five times on the buttocks, until the blood dripped. The goblin screamed heartbreakingly, and the orc warrior threw one end of the rope away. On the goblin's body, let it tie itself firmly, stop opening it, and then walk back to its sentry post.

I didn't expect that the goblin who had been beaten actually tied the hemp rope to the iron ring under his neck, and tied it with a tight knot, which made me feel a little incredible. Bernd also He really knows these goblins well.

On the way back, I asked Bernd for advice: "Bernd, how on earth did you let those young warriors overcome the negative emotions caused by killing? Oh, I mean these orcs have experienced too few battles before, The soldiers of our team just slaughtered a goblin village, and many of them couldn't bear the irritation and clarity the killing brought to them. If they hadn't returned to the warehouse in time to repair, many of them would have had a nervous breakdown!"

Bernd laughed and said, "They are the fiercest orc warriors. They will regard dying in battle as an honor. It seems that you still don't understand their hearts."

"Here, I have a trick! It's especially effective against these goblins."

"The first point is don't treat goblins as humans. They are just a group of mindless and dirty beasts, just like a group of wild boars outside the farm. They always want to sneak into the melon fields and eat our vegetables. At this time, we are not only going to Drive them away and hunt them as a meal."

A thought suddenly came to my mind, that is, the dining table was filled with some dishes made with goblins, such as barbecued goblins, goblin soup, goblin stewed potatoes, etc. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a strong nausea. The acid in my stomach was surging and it was uncomfortable.

Seeing my poor expression, Bernd chuckled, and then said to me: "The more important thing is to lead by example and show the killing intent in your heart to the young soldiers. As the leader of a team, first of all You must not hesitate at all, and you must create this atmosphere. How should you say that word..."

He seemed to be stuck on a certain word, and his face turned red from holding it back.

"Morale?" I prompted him.

Bernd's breathing became much easier, and then he continued what I said: "Yes, it's morale. What I did was very simple. I first grabbed a goblin, then chopped them all down with an axe, and then grabbed another. Bring them back and let the soldiers chop them down one by one. The heads of the goblins are leading them in a killing competition, making the blood in their bodies boil. They are the best warriors themselves, and they have that fearless spirit in their bones. As long as we add their fighting will Just stimulate it thoroughly!”

I was lost in thought.

…

Later, he talked with Bernd about his experience in cleaning up the goblins.

The dwarf Bernd's method was even more simple and crude, because the orcs he led were all young warriors. In the end, Bernd successfully persuaded them to each carry a musket, so the orc warriors were all one-handed. Crossbow and a musket.

Although the young orc warriors were also very resistant to muskets at the beginning, when they raised their powerful crossbows to hunt the goblins, even though these exquisite crossbow arrows were equipped with labor-saving levers, the orc warriors' arms still became sore after many times. Ma, at this time the benefits of the musket are fully reflected.

The young orc warriors blocked the exit of the cave, and a group of eight took turns firing. The muskets made by these dwarf craftsmen would not consume any of the orc warriors' physical strength, but would instead allow them to properly recover their physical strength.

The fighting style formulated by Bernd is to use crossbows and muskets alternately.

Speaking of which, those muskets were still unable to completely suppress the charge of the goblin warriors. These exquisite crossbows had good penetrating capabilities. If they were nearby goblins, they would often penetrate the entire bodies of four or five goblins. The eight orcs When a warrior scatters a powerful crossbow, a large piece of it will often fall down.

I think: With the successful tactical precedent of young orc warriors, maybe there may be some changes in the thinking of adult orc warriors.

Finally, Bernd said to me: "I hope you can provide me with more corpse fire oil and fire phosphorus bombs, and it would be better if you can provide me with some poisonous wolf flowers, mandrake flowers and nightmare vines. I think that poisonous smoke may be more effective than fire attack!"

It seems that Bernd also thought of using the airtightness of the cave to deal with the goblins with suffocation and poisonous smoke, which will reduce casualties.

For Bernd's proposal, I nodded and said: "There are a batch of nightmare vines in the underground warehouse. You can withdraw them at will. One herb is a little less effective, but you can try it first. I will find a way to get the remaining two herbs back, but it will take some time!"

When we returned to the warehouse, it was time for dinner!

The orc warriors drank the broth while eating the wheat cakes. The leather armor on their bodies was already neatly put on, and they were ready to set off.

What surprised me was that our team of orc warriors all carried a musket on their backs, and each warrior had two leather bags of lead bullets tied around his waist. They all looked murderous. It seemed that what Bernd said was right, orcs were born to be powerful warriors.