My Magic Age

With a roar, the lion-tiger bandit leader, who was originally sitting on the Gubolai horse with full momentum, roared angrily. The next moment he tightened his feet in the stirrups, the Gubolai horse was like an arrow shot from a bow, and quickly charged at Kuz on the back of the Yagui beast. At this time, the lion-tiger leader had taken off the huge round bronze shield hanging on the saddle bridge. He held the shield in his right hand, and put his left hand behind his back to drag the giant saber on the ground. The Gubolai horse was too brave, and it ran faster and faster without slowing down at all.

The ruthless werewolf bandit behind me took off his ironwood bow, drew his bow steadily and put an arrow on it, cooperating with the charge of the lion-tiger bandit leader. At this moment, the feather arrow was aimed at Kuz on the back of the Yagui beast. The Gubolai horse he sat on trotted forward. At this time, he turned his head to look at the young lion-tiger who was chasing me madly, and asked hesitantly: "Tira, how do you feel?"

"Turek, you cover the boss to kill the hunter on the opposite side first! Hiss... I will kill this kid and then join you!" The young lion-tiger Tira rushed towards me frantically. At this time, he heard Turek asking him. He was still clear-headed and subconsciously hid his broken hand behind him, but the blood flowing from the broken arm like a spring flowed down the horse's belly to the ground, how could he cover it up.

"Is your arm injured?" The ruthless werewolf bandit Turek obviously asked knowingly. He had put down the ironwood bow in his hand and was left behind by the lion-tiger leader by several positions.

Without even turning his head, Tira swung the iron spear in his right hand towards me and shouted, "Don't worry about me, go help my brother!"

I was standing on the grass a few meters away from the young lion-tiger Tira. I turned around and saw the sharp eyes of the werewolf bandit Turek sweeping over me. His eyes, as sharp as arrows, looked at me uncertainly and said to the young lion-tiger bandit Tira calmly, "Be careful, the poison you have is like the poison on the fangs of the wind wolf. If you are too late to cure it, it can kill you!"

Turek's eyes, which were originally locked on me, swam away and turned to look at Kuz in the distance. He pulled out two feather arrows from the quiver behind him, licked the sharp arrow tip with his tongue habitually, and showed a cruel sneer in his eyes. He ignored me and followed the leader of the lion-tiger people and ran towards Kuz. He didn't shoot the arrow immediately, probably because he was worried that the heavy rain would damage the ironwood bowstring, making the range of the ironwood bow much smaller. Only by moving closer to the front and drawing the bow and arrows could he be sure to hit it.

The face of the lion-tiger man Tira who was plotted by me was covered with light blue. Obviously, the poison was spreading rapidly. In addition, his left arm was cut off by me, and the huge pain made his mouth twitch. Originally, I relied on the posture of a fish jump to avoid Tira's fatal swing. I had calculated that he would be seriously injured by my sneak attack and would never give up the intention to kill me. If he wanted to catch up with me on his Gubolai horse, he only needed to drive the horse a few steps, and these were the steps I was waiting for.

The lion-tiger Tira, who rushed towards me frantically, probably didn't expect that even if I was knocked off his horse's back, I would still run back along the pre-set retreat route. There were at least three frost traps waiting for him along the way. When I dodged his swing before, I was scared and sweated. Not only was his spear tip just a little bit away from breaking my bones, but it was only one foot away from the first trap. I was worried that the strong wind brought by his swinging iron spear would trigger the trap device and freeze me into an ice block directly, which would be a big mistake.

The distance between him and me was so great that the Gubolai horse could easily catch up with me in three or two big strides. At that time, even if he stabbed me casually with the iron spear, I would not be able to escape death. But I was just looking forward to him catching up. I thought to myself: I cut off my wrist, why don't you chase me?

"Hey!"

The lion-tiger Tira's Gubolai horse was like a train, and the whole man and horse turned into a white light and rushed towards me.

At this time, I could clearly see the high-speed rush of Tira, but my body seemed to be immobilized and could not move at all. I was surprised to feel the panic under this fear, and wondered what happened to me? Then I immediately reacted. This is a kind of effect contrast. When the eyes are sharp enough to clearly transmit the opponent's rapid charge into the brain, those pictures are slowed down dozens of times like a slide show, but what can my eyes do if they can keep up? My body can't keep up with such a speed. At this moment, I was like a passerby tied to the spot waiting to die, watching a speeding train rolling over me, and I couldn't avoid it.

"Charge!"

It's the warrior's shitty skill again, as if every warrior has this extremely effective and barbaric skill! This lion-tiger man holding an iron spear is also such a warrior. He can charge me with both man and horse. It seems unnecessary. Even if he drives the horse up slowly, I can't escape death, but he has to use this very gorgeous skill to crush me.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"!

Three ice flowers burst out in front of my eyes, and the blue-white light flashed three times on the body of the lion-tiger Tia. The icy breath formed a frost road more than ten meters long in front of me. I was stunned by the scene here. This unlucky child Tira hit the three frost traps I prepared in succession. His body was covered with ice spikes and was repeatedly wrapped by the ice rings exploded by the frost skill. The impact force of the warhorse and the huge effect of the charge forced the frozen state to be released. At this time, the ice that had already condensed on Tira's body was instantly squeezed into ice powder by the high-speed action. The ice chips were connected to the fragments of clothes and leather armor, as well as the crystallized blood and some frozen flesh and blood on Tia's body. As the frozen state was forcibly released after the body was frozen, it was blown to pieces.

Sometimes, I can't understand some of the actions of the orcs in the wasteland. For example, Tira at this moment did not choose to treat his wounds immediately after being injured, but took extreme revenge on me. I can understand this. He was attacked by a child like me, and he wanted to catch me as soon as possible. But when he clearly hit three magic traps, his body was covered with various tragic scars because of the forced release of the frozen state. It can be said that he is now on the verge of death, but he still wants to kill me very persistently.

A knife in the back cut off one arm, and his whole body was in pieces. After the forced release of the frozen state, the blood vessels in his body seemed to burst, and the whole person was like a bloody man immersed in a pool of blood. But even so, he still did not retreat. The sturdy arm tightly grasped the more than four-meter-long iron spear, and rushed to my side relying on "charge".

Originally, I couldn't react to this skill. If Tira hadn't hit three traps along the way, slowing down a bit and allowing me to move half a step to the left, I would have been killed by the Gubolai horse. But I moved half a step away and slightly turned my body. Although I was knocked away by the Gubolai horse again and fell into a dizzy state, I was only scratched by the side of the horse's head and was knocked up again.

Then, I saw the huge iron spear slowly enlarged in my pupils. With an unstoppable momentum, Tira threw the big iron spear at me. I couldn't dodge in the air. I watched the entire head of the big iron spear pass through my chest and out from my back. The strong inertia took me more than ten meters away.

I could even hear the sound of my sternum being smashed. I was like a toad struggling helplessly on a harpoon, kicking my limbs randomly, but the tip of the big iron spear was firmly nailed to the grass. I was hanging in the air on the big iron spear, blood gushing out of my chest, and blood was also flowing out of my mouth and nose, but I was not unconscious at this time. I clearly felt the severe pain in my body. Every rapid heartbeat and weak breath was like the cruelest punishment, and the severe pain spread in my body.

My keen perception clearly told me that the iron spear had penetrated my right lung lobe, and a blood hole almost as big as a small bowl was opened. The only thing to be thankful for was that the iron spear did not directly pass through my heart, otherwise I would have been nailed to death on the spot immediately.

Seeing this scene, Tira, who looked like a bloody man, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the injuries on his body, he didn't know what to do for a moment. He howled loudly like a madman, staring at his left hand that was cut off neatly. He gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of linen cloth, trying to bandage his left wrist with his right hand, but he only did half of it, and fell off the horse with a black face, diving into the puddle next to him. His whole face and body were soaked in muddy water. He tried to struggle with his heavy body, but he just twitched for a long time. His two strong legs kicked out two mud grooves on the wet grass, and he couldn't lift his head out of the puddle. Finally, his legs gradually lost strength and slowly straightened... stiff...

I was impaled on the iron spear, hanging in the air and seeing these things powerlessly. I tried to hold the spear with both hands and pull the big iron spear out of my body, but I tried several times and failed because I didn't have enough strength. If it weren't for the powerful "self-healing" blood power in my body that kept repairing the injury on my chest, I would have to say goodbye to this world again.

It was a strange feeling. When I was crossing the New Xiachis Mountains, I was burned by the fire poison in my body and my body was dry and cracked. If it weren't for Old Kuru using various herbal juices to save my life, I would have died a hundred times at that time, but the thing I wanted to do most at that time was to hit my head and die. If I had the ability to hit my head and die at that time, I think I would not hesitate! At that time, I was like a kebab. I was in pain all over every day. The feeling of burning was really uncomfortable. I slowly walked out of those painful years and experienced countless baptisms of death and rebirth over and over again. So I am not afraid of death like Kuz. I think my life at this time is saved in vain. I am also not afraid of pain. No matter how hard and painful the days are, I have survived.

The bleeding has stopped and the wounds are healing quickly. But I feel helpless being stuck on the gun barrel and unable to move. I turn my gaze to Kuz and Qige who are still fighting in the distance...