My Magic Age

The crater of the extinct volcano island is a rolling mountain range, shaped like the Greek letter Ω.

Surrounded by mountains, the annihilation battle on the mountain range was completely covered by dense forests. These lush forests were like an airtight cage. The faceless warriors wanted to break free from the cage. There were only two ways: rushing out from the boulevard that had been opened up, or cutting through the thorns and finding another way. Obviously, these two methods were not feasible for the faceless warriors. They had no choice but to fight to the death in the open space in the forest on the top of the mountain.

The barbarian slaves on the boulevard blocked the retreat of the faceless warriors on the top of the mountain, and also blocked the faceless warriors who came to reinforce from the inland sea halfway up the mountain.

Both the orc warriors and the barbarian slaves had an extremely fanatical attitude towards fighting. If the orc warriors without sophisticated weapons and armor were just a group of prairie wolves, then this group of orc warriors armed to the teeth would be regarded as a group of magical beasts on the prairie, the "wind wolves".

The faceless warriors who left the sea, although they had brute force, had a very simple fighting style. They could only rely on their tentacles to entangle the orc warriors and strangle them to death, or throw them far away to death. They had no fighting skills at all.

In the sea, the faceless warriors could exert their strength to the maximum effect with their diverse fighting skills, and even the Naga sea warriors could not match them.

When human warriors entered the sea to fight, their fighting power would be greatly reduced, mainly because human warriors had no leverage points in the sea and many fighting skills could not be used.

Seeing that the group of faceless warriors on the top of the mountain were doomed to fail, I ran to the boulevard and blocked the intersection with an ice wall. At this time, all the barbarian slaves also joined the siege battle on the open space in the forest on the top of the mountain, and finally wiped out this large group of faceless warriors before dark. The subsequent reinforcements from the boulevard to the faceless warriors were also driven down the mountain by the barbarian slaves, and the boulevard was full of the bodies of the faceless warriors.

A foul smell wafted through the dense forest, and thick black and purple blood seeped into the soil. Some scavenging birds gathered on the top of the mountain. They carefully avoided the orc warriors while competing with their peers for the fattest internal organs.

As the bodies of the faceless warriors rotted rapidly, the barbarian slaves rushed to collect their food. Tentacles that were about to rot were thrown into the big iron pot. The boiling soup pot quickly boiled these tentacles red, and then they were quickly fished out by the barbarian slaves and put into large baskets woven with vines. These cooked tentacles were the rewards for the barbarian slaves to participate in the battle.

After that, I opened the portal to Xinliu Valley and asked the barbarian slaves to transport the cooked seafood back to Xinliu Valley. There were more than 500 barbarian slaves waiting for this delicious meal. However, even Justus admired the appetite of these barbarians.

The setting sun sank below the sea level, dyeing the sky with a faint red glow.

Where there is war, there will be casualties.

The beastwoman warriors were responsible for cleaning the wounds of some injured members. They had already mastered the use of hemostatic bandages very skillfully. However, in this battle, most of the injuries of the orc warriors were caused by the faceless warriors using their tentacles to break bones or dislocate joints. Some wounds did not even have skin injuries. The skin and muscles were intact, and only the bones were broken.

In terms of the physical strength of orc warriors, generally only the calves and arms are the most vulnerable to injuries. "Bone setting" is not a difficult thing for orc warriors, but these orc warriors do not know how to take care of the wounds. Usually, they correct and reset the broken bones, and then bandage the wounds slightly.

I squatted beside a female beast warrior. Her skin color was a little dark, her eyes were black and white, her lips were a little thick, her skin was a little rough, and her body was indeed quite strong. Her full breasts almost broke her hard leather armor, and the thick thighs under the battle skirt showed clear muscle lines. Judging by the aesthetic standards of the orc warriors, such a female beast could be regarded as a standard beauty of the orc tribe, while Kalancuo, with her delicate face and well-proportioned figure, could only be regarded as an upper-middle level in the eyes of the orc warriors.

Seeing me squatting down to watch her treat her wound, the female beast warrior seemed a little nervous. Her dark face was stained with a layer of light red. I pointed at her hand. She didn't understand what I did and looked at me in a daze. I said to her in orc language: "I'll do it again, you have to learn from me!"

She immediately gave up her position very obediently and squatted aside to look at me curiously.

Seeing the female beast warrior give up her position, the orc warrior lying on the ground was reluctant to leave, but he also gave me a silly smile.

I asked Katarina to help me with this branch, then I took out a peeling knife to peel off the bark, and cut the log inside into a pallet, the size of which was just about the same as the orc warrior's broken arm. I put the board under his arm and took the bandage to wrap his broken arm tightly.

I said to the beastwoman warrior: "If the bone is broken, it must be connected in time. The bone must be straightened and not connected crookedly. Otherwise, when the wound heals in the future, the arm will be twisted. If you want to correct it, you have to break the bone again. I think Elder Wangze should have told you all this."

The beastwoman warrior blinked her black and white eyes and nodded to me honestly.

"After the bone is fixed, don't forget to find a wooden board and fix his broken limb on it. This can relieve a lot of pain and promote healing. Your orcs' physique recovers quickly because of us. After this treatment, this forearm bone can be healed in ten days at most." After I said this, the bandage had completed the last circle and tied a live knot skillfully.

I threw a 'hydrotherapy' magic to the orc warrior to promote his bone regeneration, which made him grimace in pain. I asked the orc warrior who was receiving the 'hydrotherapy' to add a wooden pallet to the orc with a broken arm to prevent the broken bones from being dislocated during the recovery process. As for the orc warrior with a broken leg, he was sent directly back to Xinliu Valley for recuperation. In this battle, 17 orc warriors were injured in the team, resulting in the number of orc warriors being reduced to less than 100.

Although these injured orc warriors repeatedly requested that such "minor injuries" could continue to fight, I still insisted on letting them return to Xinliu Valley for safety reasons.

As for the barbarian team, 29 slaves withdrew from the battle due to injuries. Most of these injured barbarians did not have fractures, but during the battle, when they wrestled with the faceless warriors, they suffered contusions in various joints, causing them to limp or not be able to lift one arm. However, there were many barbarian slaves in reserve in Xinliu Valley. The wounded returned to the underground cave of Xinliu Valley with the cooked faceless tentacles, and the 29 substitute members also joined the barbarian team happily.

A giant whale jumped up from the magnificent sea in the distance, sprayed a column of water and sank into the sea.

The sky gradually darkened, and I took the orc warriors and barbarian slaves away from this messy battlefield and moved to another mountain.

The battle with the faceless army continued.

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The group of faceless people in the inner sea of ​​the dead volcano island was very persistent. Although they had experienced several failures, they had been entrenched around the island and refused to withdraw.

At first, they thought that finding us hiding in the dense forest was a victory. After wiping out more than a dozen search teams, they became a little smarter.

Later, they thought that they could take down our pirate group of more than 100 people in one fell swoop with the advantage of numbers. In a melee on the top of the mountain, the faceless army lost hundreds of faceless warriors, and we also killed a warlord-level faceless mystic.

Although this faceless mystic did not leave any precious materials except an ordinary black magic crystal, I still gained something. At least I remembered six strange magic runes, which should be considered an extra gain.

As for the black magic crystal, in the past few days, we have harvested more than 700 black magic crystals, which is a huge harvest.

This is much easier than hunting those spider warriors when we were in the Yello plane.

And I found that after returning from the Yello plane, the levels of these orc warriors have made certain breakthroughs, and the orc warriors pay more attention to cooperating with each other on the battlefield.

After the destruction of more than 500 faceless warriors, the faceless army in the inner sea of ​​the volcanic island became much more peaceful in the following period of time. We tried every means to trap them, but those faceless warriors seemed to be under some kind of restraint and no longer left the sea easily.

The faceless warriors in the sea are definitely another kind of fighting power. In the sea, their power seems to be endless. Even the orc warriors are unwilling to fight with them in the sea. The barbarian slaves' fear of water is fully reflected here. They dare not easily set foot in the waters of the inner sea. At most, they can stand in the knee-deep sea water. Beyond this depth, they will become weak in their limbs due to dizziness.

We had two days of rest on the dead volcano island. I made full use of every second of my free time to draw ice magic scrolls. The most common one was the "Frost Scroll". This scroll is a triggered universal scroll that can trigger magic without spells, and the "Frost" effect can be infinitely superimposed, that is to say: if there are enough frost scrolls unfolded at the same time, the icy power triggered can even freeze a red dragon into an ice sculpture.

Of course, I can say this only based on theoretical data. If I really want to freeze a red dragon as big as a small mound into an ice sculpture, I am afraid I need ten "Slavers" to carry these magic scrolls, and it may take me a lifetime to complete it.

Just think about it, if I squat in a library or laboratory all day long to make frost scrolls, and never have anything else, I will feel how boring this life will be. I can't even imagine it.

Thousands of faceless warriors were roaming around the dead volcano island day and night. It seemed that they wanted to trap us to death on the island. These faceless warriors no longer dared to set foot on the dead volcano island easily. This stalemate lasted until the morning of the third day, when the faceless army outside the island welcomed a new batch of warriors.

Deborah, who was responsible for reconnaissance in the sky, informed me of the latest movements of these faceless warriors in a timely manner.

From the top of the mountain, I saw from afar that the water in the inland sea in the distance was boiling, and a team of faceless warriors re-entered the dead volcano island.

This group of faceless warriors looks very different from the previous ones. They are much bigger than other faceless warriors, and there are dark tiger skin patterns on their blue skin. Their lower limbs are thicker, and their upper limbs have two powerful tentacles, which look like they have four arms. There are also two sharp fangs on both sides of the elephant trunk drooping down from the top of their heads.

In my opinion, this should be a group of stronger faceless warriors. This team of faceless warriors came out of the sea one after another, and there were as many as a hundred of them. In the team, there were also several faceless mystics with colorful bodies. Behind them was a large group of ordinary faceless warriors.

I originally thought that the extremely hot weather would have a certain impact on them, but when they left the inner sea, the faceless mystics in the team actually appeared with a light blue hexagram magic circle around their bodies. The faceless mystics cast magic to summon a vortex-shaped storm, which enveloped the faceless war group to ensure that their bodies would not become dehydrated and weak due to leaving the sea.

Justus and I looked at each other. Although there was a trace of worry in my eyes, Justus still said humorously: "These faceless people have finally become a little smarter."

It seems that Justus still maintains a pessimistic attitude towards my preparations for the past two days.

Two days have allowed the barbarian slaves to completely digest the meat they got from the last battle. In the past two days, they have been hiding in the sultry rain forest and can only consume their excess physical strength by chiseling stones and cutting wood. In two days, this group of barbarian slaves built a simple fortification on the top of the mountain. The barbarian slaves accumulated some huge rolling logs and stone balls in the fortifications. Three years of stonemasonry and woodcutter careers have given these barbarians very rich experience in chiseling stones and cutting wood.

This time we have plenty of time to survey the terrain. This mountain is canine-toothed, with only one side of the gentle slope that can be climbed up, and the other three directions are steep cliffs. The orc warriors opened a passage more than 70 meters wide on the climbable side of the slope, extending all the way to the bottom of the mountain. This passage was built very flat.

Some giant stones scattered in the dense forest were excavated, chiseled into stone balls and pulled up the mountain. Those towering trees that could only be surrounded by several people were also cut down and made into rolling logs.

The dense forest at the foot of the mountain was destroyed by a group of faceless warriors. Tall figures emerged from the dense forest from time to time. As the battle approached, the barbarian slaves guarding the top of the mountain began to get excited again.

This group of faceless warriors seemed to know our location very well. They pushed down the dense forest and rushed straight to the mountain where we were.