My Magic Age

An elder from Bangalore sat cross-legged under a century-old red pine tree. He seemed to be in a meditative state and kept murmuring indigenous languages. Several young indigenous people sat around him and sang with him.

It seemed that for a moment, he and the young Hiero natives were like alfalfa swaying in the wind under the trees. They worshiped all living beings in this forest devoutly, but they seemed to have become the creatures in this forest. In part, like the plants and trees that grow here, Bangalore elders gain recognition from the forest through an ancient ritual.

My magical perception clearly felt that the spiritual power of the Bangalore elder was in harmony with the trees in this forest. This forest believed that these Hiero natives were their kind, so they were at a certain spiritual level. Communicate on.

Immediately afterwards, a very strange scene appeared. A kind of white energy tentacles sprouted from the dead bark of the Bangalore elder, and became entangled with the exposed roots of the red pine tree. They seemed to be able to capture each other's emotions and emotions. Memories hidden deep inside.

This feeling is really amazing. I can clearly feel the spiritual level, but I can't integrate into it.

That feeling was very uncomfortable for me, as if there was a vast ocean in front of me. I was standing on the beach, but I could never walk into the sea. I could clearly feel the warm sea breeze and hear the waves kissing the beach. With the sound of the sound, I could clearly see my companions swimming in the sea, but I was the only one standing stupidly outside this wonderful picture.

Count Rez stood beside me, looking at the Hierro natives in surprise, and whispered to me: "You actually know the aborigines here?"

I nodded slightly and did not speak. Count Reitz did not speak again, but silently stared at the Hierro natives.

Other construct knights from the South Wind Legion also stood aside curiously to watch the ceremony.

Knight Kasim standing next to Knight Jason curiously asked Kalantso in a low voice: "What are these natives doing?"

Recently, because of the training of these orc construct warriors, Knight Kashim often came into contact with Kalantso and became familiar with her, so he asked her this.

Kalancuo is the kind of orc woman who is completely in line with human aesthetics. Her height of 185 centimeters makes her slightly stronger and her shoulders are slightly wider, but she does not lack beauty. You can feel her waist. The power contained in limbs, legs and arms, she glanced at Kasim and simply said: "Psychic ritual."

The construct knights of the South Wind Legion like to watch the rituals of the indigenous people, but the barbarian slaves and orc warriors are not interested at all.

The barbarian slaves took advantage of the short gap when the team stopped to repair, and quickly cleared a clearing in the dense forest. They put the spider legs on the bonfire to barbecue, and a burnt smell spread far away. The barbarian warriors before the meal would Seemingly quiet, they gathered around the fire as if conducting a solemn ceremony.

The orc construct warriors took this opportunity to quickly remove the armor from their horses. They nailed the 'Water Gathering Technique' rune board to the tree trunk. The air in the pine forest was rich in water elements. Those water elements The water was gathered together by the rune board, dripped into the funnel under the rune board, and flowed into the bucket along a metal pipe. The orc warriors carried the bucket and brushes to scrub the bodies of the horses on the corridor.

The Yerro natives seemed to have been singing for a long time, and their voices seemed a little exhausted. However, they finished chanting all the prayers of the spiritual ceremony, and then slowly stopped shaking their bodies and stopped singing.

The Bangalore elder woke up from his meditation. He pressed his head tightly against the tree trunk, closed his eyes and listened carefully.

After a short while, the Bangalore elder opened his eyes, looked at me calmly, and said, "The tree spirits here think that you are foreign invaders like the spider people, so they use 'vegetation growth' Stop you from moving forward."

I saw many obstacles on the way forward and asked the Bangalore elders: "Is there any way to explain all this to them?"

The Bangalore elder took a look at the lush vegetation around the jungle, and the wrinkles on his face were like a blooming goldenrod. He said with difficulty: "The tree spirits are adhering to the tradition of thousands of years, and they are unwilling to let strangers go." It will be difficult for them to hear your explanation if you open your own spiritual sea, but as a Hierro, I can find a shortcut to Green Valley for you, Lord."

The Bangalore elder stared at the inaccessible valley, probably trying to identify the road leading there.

I asked him: "You call that place Green Valley?"

The Bangalore elder nodded and rubbed the map with his old fingers for a long time before he said: "Yes, this is the Green Valley. The tree spirits here are very friendly to us Hierro people, and they will take the initiative to move the Hierro village Surrounded by outsiders, we naturally become their jungle guards and work with them to resist intruders.”

Then he added: "When our tribe evacuated from the Trom area, we were planning to run here to avoid the predators of the spider people."

"Does that mean you might meet fellow tribesmen here?" I asked the Bangalore elder.

The Bangalore elder nodded and said to me: "When our tribe decided to withdraw here, it was to join a large tribe here with a population of tens of thousands."

He reached out and rubbed the roots of the big pine tree. The moss on the roots fell off, revealing a simple symbol. He carefully identified the symbol, then stood up, went around the back of the big pine tree, asked the young natives behind him to split the thorns in front, and walked forward for a while.

I followed Elder Bangalore, Count Rez, and others, and crossed the thorny bushes with him. After walking a short distance, we found that although the forest in front was still overgrown with weeds, those weeds were some broad-leaved gastrodia and ferns that did not like the sun. Those headache-inducing thorny bushes and vines were gone.

I estimated that this passage in the jungle was just enough for the orcs to ride horses. If the barbarian slaves wanted to pass through here, they had to be careful to avoid being scratched by the branches above their heads.

Without those tough and hard-to-cut thorny bushes and extremely resilient vines, the cleaning work became much easier for us with only some weeds and ferns. I didn't even deal with the weeds, but let a team of barbarian slaves wade through the weeds and trample a path directly.

Elder Bangalore led us through this dense pine forest.

For a long time, only the Yero natives lived in this forest because of the lush vegetation here.

The dense vegetation here blocked the iron cavalry of the Samoyed Duke Construct Knights, and this place has never been conquered by the Green Empire.

Occasionally, we would encounter giant spiders invading here along the way, but these giant spiders are just appetizers for the barbarian slaves. The barbarian slaves seem to like this simple hunting life. The giant spiders captured every day are their greatest pleasure, and they have reached a certain consensus with Catalina. When Catalina walks through the treetops, there is always a small team of barbarian slaves following closely.

When Katarina discovered the giant spiders hiding in the treetops, if those giant spiders wanted to escape, the barbarians under the tree would directly hunt them with heavy crossbows. If those giant spiders wanted to attack Katarina, then they would only be captured. All their spider legs would be cut off, and then they would be wrapped up in a large net woven with vines by the barbarian slaves and dragged into the portal of Xinliu Valley like a dead dog.

As Count Rez said, this place is not suitable for the Green Empire's Construct Knights to fight. The Construct Knights need to set up formations and charge in the open. Only after these war horses run, the Construct Knights will have more powerful power.

This place is more suitable for jungle warriors to fight. Maybe the commander of the Legion Chris in Qiyan City would like such a battlefield. Thinking of the Construct Knights of Qiyan City, I couldn't help but think of the magic swordsman Annie wearing salamander leather armor. I don't know how her military life is.

Whenever I think of another girl in my heart, Ying Li always stares at me with a strange look, as if she knows what I am thinking in my heart.

The further we go, the more we encounter giant spiders, which satisfies the bottomless stomachs of the barbarian slaves.

For us, every step forward means getting closer to the Nibru spider army in front. These giant spiders are just sentries stationed on the periphery. In addition to hunting for food, they also have to provide some information to the entire spider army.

We finally encountered a spider army in the jungle leading to the Green Valley on the twelfth day after leaving Tanton City.

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Below the valley is a village of Yelo indigenous people. A Yelo indigenous tribe has lived here for generations. The tree spirits in this forest have accepted these indigenous people and tacitly accepted them as part of the jungle. This group of indigenous people also lives here in accordance with the oath of their ancestors and the laws of nature.

They built wooden houses on the treetops, which looked like huge bird nests.

Elder Bangalore brought us here to find the tribal elders here and ask them to help us communicate with the tree spirits in this jungle and open up a passage for us to directly lead to the Green Valley. However, when we arrived at this indigenous village, we happened to catch up with a war between indigenous warriors and Nibru spider warriors.

Thousands of indigenous warriors relied on the wooden houses at the outermost edge of the village, holding wooden spears in their hands to block the spider warriors.

More than 200 spider warriors surrounded the village with a large number of giant spiders.

However, although it seemed that the two sides had been in a stalemate, it was very disadvantageous for the indigenous side.

The reason was that the indigenous warriors relied on the advantage of the terrain to barely block the attack of the spider warriors, but the poor weapons in their hands could not do anything to these spider warriors.

A team of Yelo indigenous warriors wearing bark armor were guarding the treetops. They used the vines and criss-crossing branches in the jungle to move freely in the treetops like monkeys. They were very agile, carrying hardwood bows and spears behind them, and threw a rain of spears at a group of spider warriors below the woods.

There were thousands of Yelo native warriors, while there were less than 200 spider warriors under the jungle. The spider warriors used their hard black insect shells to block the rain of spears. These spears were just the roughest cast iron spear tips, which had very limited lethality to these spider warriors. Stabbing on the black insect shells could only cause a shallow scratch to the spider warriors. Only some spears that happened to be nailed into the joints could cause some damage to these spider warriors.

Therefore, the native warriors threw spears at the spider warriors from a high position, which could only delay the pace of the spider warriors.

More than 200 spider warriors rushed into the red pine forest where the wooden house was built with black iron spears. They also threw black iron spears at the native warriors standing on the tree house, and launched a fierce counterattack against the native warriors. Those black iron spears that drew black tracks, each thrown out, could almost take the life of an indigenous warrior.

In a moment, countless native warriors were pierced by spears and fell from the treetops. The miserable howling sounded endlessly. Blood fell from the treetops and gathered into a river in the clearing in the forest. The bodies of the native warriors lay there in a mess.

A group of giant spiders, who didn't care about life and death, rushed out from behind the spider warriors in the rain of spears. They quickly crawled into the clearing in the forest, pierced the bodies of the native warriors with their tentacles, and dragged them under their bodies. Then they ran out of the clearing in the forest, hid behind the spider warriors, and made the bodies of the native warriors into white silk cocoons and hung them on dead trees.

The native warriors saw that the spears and hardwood bows could not cause effective damage to the spider warriors. After resisting for a while, they gave up the first line of defense outside the village.

The spider warriors rushed into the native village without any hindrance. The black iron spears soaked in blood were grabbed by the spider warriors and they continued to harvest the lives of the native warriors.

At this moment, a sharp giant crossbow arrow flew out of the dense forest with a piercing scream and fiercely poured into the chest of the spider warrior. The black shell shattered instantly, and a handful of blood spurted out of the spider warrior's chest. The giant crossbow arrow nailed the spider warrior to the trunk of the giant pine tree with strong inertia. Only then was the sharp warning cry of the giant spider face heard.

Unfortunately, the giant spiders guarding the periphery discovered it too late. A team of barbarian slaves wearing black iron armor and holding heavy crossbows stood on the valley and fired a round of volleys at the two hundred spider warriors below. In an instant, more than half of the two hundred spider warriors were shot to death by the giant crossbows. Some spider warriors were nailed to tree trunks by the crossbows that pierced through their bodies, some were nailed to the ground, and some spider warriors were pierced through by the crossbows and connected together...