My Magic Age

A leaf fell from the canopy of the dense forest, rolling over the corpse of a giant spider. Thick black and purple blood and milky white solid protein juice flowed all over the ground. Several giant spider corpses lay on the battlefield, looking like a pile of completely dismembered meat.

The surviving giant spiders were wrapped in large webs, and all their legs were cut off. They looked like extremely disgusting big meat balls. Black and purple pus and blood kept flowing out of the wounds at the roots of their legs. Their book lungs kept opening and closing, looking full of fear. They were panting in different ways, like a group of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The orc warriors who came out of Xinliu Valley sat together, quietly waiting for my treatment.

They were very strong, and just a simple "hydrotherapy" would make those hideous wounds heal quickly. However, in order to prevent those wounds from secondary infection, I began to teach them how to use hemostatic bandages correctly, including how to thoroughly clean the wounds, the correct way to bandage hemostatic bandages, etc.

I carefully bandaged the wounds of each orc warrior, and then told them one by one in orc language what aspects they should pay attention to when bandaging the wounds.

Takama squatted beside me and helped me. She was very curious about my theory. She always used the hemostatic bandage very seriously. Sometimes, she would even put the hemostatic bandage that had just been opened under her nose to smell it. The bandage was smeared with a layer of hemostatic ointment brewed by the secret method of the orc tribe. I think Takama was probably very interested in a thin layer of ointment.

The black tentacles that were cut off were tied into four bundles and piled aside.

These tentacles will be made into sharp short spears. This kind of bone short spear is more suitable for those beast female warriors to throw. After all, they are still lacking in strength compared to male orc warriors. These are the spoils of our battle this time. I think, maybe I should send these sharp tentacles to the free market in the imperial capital to sell them.

The flax rope was woven into a strong net, and thirty-three giant spiders were captured in the net. However, the physical condition of these giant spiders was not very good. Some spiders had some sharp crossbow arrows in their bodies. The injured giant spiders would make a painful "hissing" sound every time they breathed.

...

These captured giant spiders are another great fortune for me. It seems that although it cost several very expensive "Frost Nova" magic scrolls, the harvest after the victory is still very huge.

But for Kalancuo, these giant spiders are a big trouble.

There are not enough orcs in Xinliu Valley to manage these giant spiders. Counting the original twenty-seven giant spiders in Xinliu Valley, I already have sixty of these big guys, but there are only seven beast girls who can be free to spin silk. The lack of productivity makes it impossible to reel silk normally.

"You need a group of slaves, otherwise these big guys will be transported back to the underground cave and can only be raised in vain." Kalancuo looked at the natives of the Yello plane not far away and said to me lightly.

Looking at her expression, as long as I nodded at this time, she would not hesitate to capture all the natives of the Yelo plane. She was like a wild female leopard.

I hesitated. Originally, I was going to buy some slaves in Tanton City. The slave market there must be very prosperous, but now I don’t have this mind. The spider army is just outside Tanton City. Maybe that city will be a tomb of death.

"I know, I will think of a good idea to have the best of both worlds. Originally, these things can be solved after we arrive in Tanton City. I can buy some slaves on the free market!" I glanced at the Yelo natives who were holding the soul ceremony and said to Kalancuo.

"In fact, the captured slaves are no different from the slaves you bought." Kalancuo insisted on her opinion. She wanted me to understand what she meant.

In fact, I knew what she was thinking just by looking at her burning eyes, but I didn't want to do that. I shook my head slightly and chose to keep silent. When Kalancuo saw that I didn't mention the slaves anymore, she turned around and sat aside to rest.

The orc warriors on the side saw Kalancuo's gloomy face and couldn't vent their anger. They were all silent, fearing that they would get burned. Among these orc warriors, the female leader of the orc tribe has supreme authority. No orc warrior dared to approach her when she was angry.

She seemed to be able to show her gentle side only in front of me.

"What I need is the kind of slave who is willing and doesn't need to sign any magic contract!" I leaned over and said in Kalancuo's ear.

When she heard me say this, her wheat-colored pretty face seemed to be stained with red clouds.

I don't want to send orc warriors to capture those natives at this time. In fact, I just don't want to buy the seeds of hatred in their hearts.

The natives on the Yelo plane have a strong tribal concept. They believe in the spirits of their ancestors like the orcs. Sometimes, they will choose dignity over death, which is the most terrifying thing.

These natives reminded me of the last time when William broke into the native tribe and took away the treasures they offered in front of the ancestral spirit tablets, causing the natives to lead the spiders to our camp, which caused us a lot of trouble. I think those natives can even sacrifice their lives for certain things at certain times.

Today's battle fully demonstrated this point. None of the strong men chose to sneak away in the face of danger. They protected the young, women and the elderly from beginning to end. This is a group of indigenous people that I feel should be respected.

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Qi Ge squatted next to a dead giant spider, gently covered her mouth and nose with a silk scarf, then cut the abdomen of the giant spider with a machete, and carefully hooked out the poison sac in the abdomen of the giant spider with a long spider limb.

She took out the water bag, opened the cork, poured out a stream of clear water, and repeatedly washed the poison sac picked up by the tip of the limb several times. Finally, after washing away the blood stains, the poison sac revealed its original appearance.

The giant spider's poison sac was as big as a palm, soft and floppy like a translucent fish bladder. A thick green viscous liquid swam around inside, emitting a smell of acid. Qi Ge covered her nose, narrowed her eyes slightly, and took out an empty bottle. She carefully hung the poison sac on the top of the empty bottle, and then poured the green juice in the poison sac into the bottle.

After plugging the cork, she sat down on a clean stone with a sense of relief, casually placed the potion bottle next to her, untied the silk scarf covering her mouth and nose, exhaled a long breath, and then gently tidied up her messy hair.

A beam of light shone straight into the dark forest through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the dense forest canopy.

At this moment, I saw Qi Ge's extremely focused look on her body, and suddenly felt the blood in my chest gushing out all of a sudden. The throbbing feeling made my face seem to be burning like fire.

Qi Ge seemed to have sensed something, raised her head and looked at me in confusion, then turned her eyes to the bottle of venom.

She was fascinated by any magic potion materials.

She would try to deal with them in different ways, neutralize different kinds of liquid medicine, and then observe what kind of reaction would occur after these liquid medicines were combined.

Her beauty was like a ruby ​​that kept burning in the night, emitting an unparalleled light that captivated people.

Her madness for magic potions was almost fanatical. She always had very bold ideas and dared to put them into action. Although most of the experiments ended in failure, she succeeded at least three times.

I don't know why, those giant spiders are very afraid of Qi Ge. Whenever Qi Ge tried to get close to the giant spiders caught in the giant web, those big guys weighing several tons would tremble constantly. I could clearly feel the fear in their dark eyes.

Those spiders seemed to know very well who was the most terrifying among these people.

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A chorus full of sorrow echoed through the forest. Although I couldn’t understand the language of the natives of the Yelo plane, I could feel the sorrow, the awe of life and death, and the worship of the soul from the singing.

The faces of the natives were filled with sorrow and desolation. The men silently gathered the bodies of the tribesmen who fell on the battlefield.

They chose a tall giant tree and dug a deep pit under it. The pit was filled with dense roots of the tree. The dead natives were wrapped in a layer of dry bark, which was laid flat in the pit layer by layer. The roots of the tree would be laid on the bark wrapped around the bodies. After each layer was covered, a new layer of soil would be added, and then the bodies of the natives would be filled with another layer of roots, and then another layer of soil...

Women and children sat beside the tree and cried softly. The old man would sit cross-legged beside the pit and chant ancient ballads. Those dry throats were like sobbing and complaining, and the singing seemed to be guiding those souls to return to the embrace of their ancestors.

In the huge tribe of nearly 3,000 people, more than 1,000 natives died from the spider's bite just under the encirclement of the giant spider. Nearly 700 to 800 of the less than 2,000 natives were injured, and only half of them survived.

The natives gathered together and looked at us warily. There were not many strong men in their team, but mostly women and children. Some older people gathered together. The atmosphere of the whole tribe was very depressing. There was no joy of surviving the disaster, and no one came up to express gratitude to us.

It seems that some of the things that Grand Duke Samoyed has done in the Yerro plane in recent years are very unpopular!

Before, I asked three orc warriors who had recovered some physical strength to pick up the giant spider legs scattered on the battlefield, and carried them to the big tree where the natives gathered and piled them together.

I walked over alone and stood next to the pile of spider legs, waiting quietly, hoping that someone would come out to communicate with me.

When the natives looked at the orc warriors, they were extremely nervous, but when the orc warriors turned around and left, and only I stayed there, their expressions became relaxed again. Obviously, their hostility towards me was not strong. At least they knew very well that it was us who saved them.

Sure enough, after standing there for not long, I saw an elderly native parting the crowd and walking out slowly. He was wearing a rare outfit of coarse linen, his loose hair was already gray, he was leaning on a wooden stick in his hand, and he had a string of wood-grain ornaments around his neck, like a necklace.

His wrinkled face was like the vicissitudes of time, and his deep eyes were filled with wisdom. He stood in front of me silently, his eyes resting on me, his eyes calm, without gratitude or hatred.

He spoke in a very awkward Imperial language: "Green?"

I answered: "The province of Sloyt in the northern border of the Green Empire."

He seemed to know very little, but after a moment of hesitation, he said to me: "Although I don't know what you imperial people are going to do next, before that, I should at least express my gratitude to you, thank you and these brave warriors for saving our fellow tribesmen from death under the spider's kiss!"

"I'm sorry that I can't help you more." My eyes fell on the spider legs, and then continued: "No matter where you are going, the road ahead is full of difficulties and obstacles. Maybe you need to replenish some food, and I will give you these spider legs for free."

"Although I don't have any good things for the Greens either I am not grateful, but I am very grateful that you can lend a hand to us in our time of crisis! Tell me your purpose, young magician. "

"I need some people from your tribe!"

The eyes of the native old man darkened, and his eyes became sharper. He stared at me, and the voice he made was like hatred from the bones. He asked me: "Are you also one of the slave catchers among the Green people?"

"No, if I were a slave catcher, I don't think I would waste so much time here. You have seen my warriors. They are all experienced in battles. They can capture you effortlessly, but this is not what I need. I don't hate you Yelo people, and I don't need slaves." I spread my hands and said to the native old man very seriously.

I set my eyes on the injured natives under the tree, and then said to the native old man: "What I want is these injured people, whether they are women, children, or the elderly. "

The native old man looked at me in surprise, not quite understanding my intention.

"Okay, then I will tell you what I think directly!" I said to the native elder frankly.

He put on a posture of listening attentively.

I took another look at the wounded in the crowd, pointed at them with my fingers, and said to the indigenous elder: "Maybe what I said is a bit harsh, but sometimes these cruel things are reality. I think it is difficult for these injured people to adapt to the next long-distance migration. Most of the injured will become a burden on your migration route, and more people may die on the migration route. So I would like to ask the elders - can you hand these wounded to me, I will be responsible for healing their injuries, I will protect their safety and provide them with food in the coming days, but these are not free, I need them to work for me."

"That's right, they are different from those slaves. We will not sign a slave contract, but a... ten-year labor contract." When I said this, there was a nostalgic look on my face. This word is probably a special noun that only exists in another time and space. It is very garrulous when spoken in the imperial language.

"Labor contract?" The indigenous elder looked at me in surprise and repeated my words.

"That's right. They need to work in my workshop for ten years. As a reward for their work, I will pay them some money every month. The cost of treatment, food and other expenses will be deducted from this money. After ten years, I will give you freedom. Everyone who has worked for me for ten years can take his labor income to where he wants to go." I told the indigenous elder my thoughts.

"... Just ten years, I only need ten years, and then I will give you freedom." Seeing that the indigenous elder's face was a little uncertain, it was obvious that he was struggling in his heart. I continued: "It doesn't matter even if you refuse. I don't think you can take the injured far?"