My Magic Age

Before leaving the Hierro plane, the four hundred and fifty barbarian slaves who stayed on the Hierro plane were divided into two teams, led by Justus and Bernd respectively.

Justus led more than two hundred barbarian slaves to the eastern area of ​​Green Valley to clean up the giant spiders and spider warriors who had fled from the northern spider camp into the depths of Green Valley.

Bernd led more than two hundred other barbarian slaves to the western area of ​​Green Valley to contain the spider warriors in the spider camp in the western part of Green Valley. In addition, he also had to cooperate with the armed Yero indigenous people in Green Valley. Hunt giant spiders in the jungle.

Kalantso returned to the Trum camp with more than a hundred orc construct warriors, responsible for eliminating the Niburu spider-men who tried to infiltrate into the Trum area.

But life is always full of unexpected things. I thought that the situation in Green Valley had gradually stabilized. This trip to the Hierro plane would be a pleasant trip to the plane. I even invited Ellie Ya also came to the Hierro plane with me, and assured her that it was very safe here and that everyone would spend a happy weekend here.

I just didn't expect that the first news I received after arriving at the Hierro plane was bad news.

The barbarian slave team led by Bernd actually had the courage to fight the four Spider Overseers head-on because they were covering the retreat of a Hierro indigenous tribe. Finally, after firing all the giant crossbow arrows, they used the trees in the Green Valley Forest to escape. The green passage opened by the elves escaped the pursuit of the spider warriors.

Bernd and more than 200 barbarian slaves have been pursuing a strategy of fighting to support war in the Hierro plane.

Because barbarian slaves prefer juicy giant spider legs to those baked wheat cakes and canned luncheon meat.

After we obtained and destroyed the northern spider camp in Green Valley, Bernd believed that there were a large number of giant spiders wandering in Green Valley, and there should be no shortage of food. It was summer in the Black Forest of the Hierro plane, and the climate was warm and rainy. There was no place to store so much supplies, so there weren't many supplies left.

Barbarian warriors are prone to develop colorful ringworm on their bodies in hot and humid environments. He was hunting in the Green Valley Forest. In addition to the necessary black iron heavy armor and heavy crossbow, he also had a piece of cloth on his body. There are no movies.

So, after the barbarian warriors experienced the defeat in this battle, due to the lack of magic crossbows, food and circumstances, the dwarf Bernd had no chance to make a comeback.

Without the help of the Ancient War Tree and the Dryad, I am afraid that Bernd and the barbarian warriors would not be able to escape the pursuit of the four Spider Overseers.

When Bernd told me about this incident, he was constantly annoyed. He bluntly said that it was his carelessness that led to the failure of the battle.

I patted Bernd on the shoulder and said to him: "You don't have to blame yourself too much. If it were me, I might not be able to handle this matter better than you."

Bernd shook his head irritably, followed me, and said to me: "It would be better if I led the soldiers to withdraw from the battlefield as soon as possible."

Bernd and I walked through the barbarian crowd together and briefly checked the injuries of some of these barbarians. Although these barbarian warriors suffered some injuries of varying degrees, with their strong physiques, some of them were slightly injured. The barbarian's wounds have almost completely healed now.

A barbarian slave had a bandage on his arm. I took off the bandage and carefully inspected the injury. A black iron spear poked a wound as big as the mouth of a bowl on his arm. I used some salt water to clean his wound again. After a while, he used silk thread to sew up his open wound, then performed a 'hydrotherapy' on him, and re-bandaged it with a hemostatic bandage.

While I was treating the wounds of the injured barbarian slaves, I said to Bernd: "Since we have formed an alliance with these indigenous people, it would be a bit reckless to lend a helping hand to them when their homes are destroyed. , but you made the right decision.”

I signaled the next barbarian warrior who needed to deal with the wound to come here, and two barbarian slaves came up carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher lay a barbarian slave with a wounded thigh.

I then said to Bernd: "The problem is that we are a little complacent. The continuous victories during this period have made us despise this group of Niburu Spider-men, and we are too trusting in the power of those giant crossbows. There is no clear reason." Realize the horror of the Spider Overseer."

Bernd took out a flat-mouthed wine bottle from his arms and took a sip. His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. It seemed that he had not slept much recently.

I asked Bernd: "Is there any news about Justus?"

"I have asked the dryads to pass on the news here, and the information fed back from there is that Justus is on his way back." Bernd's voice has become a little hoarse, and even his voice is He looked so tired: "Three days ago, Kalantso happened to send Deborah to Green Valley. It is estimated that Trum Camp already knows the current situation in Green Valley."

I nodded to Bernd, and as my spell sounded, a magic circle with an eyeball pattern appeared on my chest, and then disappeared silently into Bernd's forehead.

This is 'hypnosis'. I once used it on some spider warriors in the reed swamps of the Hierro plane.

Bernd looked at me blankly, obviously he didn't know what this magic did.

I said to him: "Now that Justus and Kalantso have received the news from here, they should be here soon. Before they arrive, the most important thing we need to do is to have a good rest. In addition, we must Plan how to teach those arrogant Nibru spider people."

Seeing that some color had returned to his eyes, I suddenly stretched out my finger, waved it in front of him, and said, "You should have a good sleep now. When you wake up, you must cheer up again and regain what we have lost." The confidence to win and the courage to fight are regained.”

Before I could finish my words, the dwarf Bernd fell down with a thump and snored like thunder.

The barbarian slaves sat in groups of twos and threes to rest on the entangled tree roots beneath the trunk of the giant pine.

A barbarian slave captain nailed a water-gathering rune board to a tree, and the water flowed out from the funnel under the rune board. They took off their heavy helmets, filled their helmets with water, and drank happily. Then these barbarian slaves would go around the end of the line and refill their helmets with water. They would gather their helmets over their heads and let the water pour down on them.

The female orcs took out some baked wheat cakes and meat floss bricks from Xinliu Valley. The barbarian slaves were probably starving. The barbarian slaves who received the baked wheat cakes did not wait to find a place to sit down. The barbarian slaves who received the wheat cakes The man held the wheat cake in his hand and stood there wolfing down the wheat cake in his hand.

A dozen large iron pots were set up in the forest, and a fire was set up under the iron pot. When the water was rolling, use a dagger to cut open the layer of oil paper on the outside of the meat floss bricks, and throw the meat floss bricks into the pot of boiling water. The thick soup is cooked like this.

What surprised me was that these carnivorous barbarian slaves actually knew how to add twigs of a tree that can be seen everywhere in the black forest to the soup pot. In addition, the soup pot exuded a faint aroma of mint, slightly bitter. The smell is very unique.

Bundles of brand-new giant crossbows with dual attributes were carried out by the female orcs from the underground warehouse, and the magic crossbows were distributed to the barbarian slave warriors whose arrow pots were empty.

More than two dozen female dwarf craftsmen walked out of the portal, carrying a full set of tools and began to repair the heavy crossbows in the hands of the barbarian slaves one by one. Only through regular inspection and maintenance can these heavy crossbows maintain their great power.

"Jijia, we came at an inappropriate time." Alia sat down next to me, her face looked a little pale, and she whispered: "It is said that women should stay away from the battlefield. Maybe it is because my arrival has brought you bad luck. , so that you suffered failure.”

"That battle happened a few days ago. How does it have anything to do with you two?" I pointed to the hemostatic bandage on the side and motioned for Aria to hand it to me. She may have never experienced anything like this and was frightened by such a scene. broken.

Betty quickly picked it up from the box and handed it into my hand.

I grinned at Aaliya and said, "I also want to apologize to you. This plane journey did not give you a happy start."

"You don't blame me?" Aaliya looked at me seriously and asked me.

"Why should I blame you? Is there any reason to blame you?" I wanted to reach out and pat her delicate face, but found that my hand was covered with blood, so I had to take it back.

She let out a long breath, her eyes fell on the barbarian slaves resting in the open space, and said: "To be honest, this is my first time to have such close contact with war."

"Are you a little scared? Don't worry. I'm still very powerful in the Hierro plane." I said to Aaliya. After saying that, I began to focus on dealing with the wounded orcs in front of me.

Aaliya's mood was a little unstable, and her voice was even a bit quarrelsome. She said to me: "Jijia, do you know what is the biggest difference between you and other nobles?"

I was confused and asked: "What? Is it because of my identity as a magician, or because I was a commoner before and was unable to receive an aristocratic education? Is my behavior lacking in aristocratic style?"

My hands have never been idle. I checked the injury, cleaned the wound, and used the "hydrotherapy technique" all at once.

Alia was beside me and whispered to me: "If it were anyone else, they would be looking for a reason to explain this failure. Although they are usually gentlemen, their pride makes them unwilling to accept failure. At the same time, He is also conservative in his thinking. Even a noble gentleman like my father is like this. He will attribute this failure to a woman and believe that a certain woman brought bad luck to this war. But your idea is different. , you have no such prejudice.”

"Although the number of female construct knights in the Green Empire's army is a little less, it's not none!" I said to Aria: "Should every battle fail, the reason for the failure must be attributed to the number of female knights in the team? woman."

This reminded me of Katarina, who had been living a military life in the Trum stronghold and had never heard her say these things.

"Whether they are women who graduate from the Knight Academy or the Warrior Academy, they are all recognized by the God of War and will not be counted among them." Aria said to me.

I asked curiously: "If...I mean if other nobles brought women to a certain plane this time, and encountered such a thing just after entering the plane, what would they do?"

Aria's face was a little ugly, as if she didn't want to think about these things. She hesitated, but still said to me: "Perhaps in order to boost the morale of the knights, this woman will be tied to the stake and sacrificed to the war. god."

I couldn't understand it, so I asked her, "You mean to burn a woman to death because of a failed battle?"

I raised my hand to Betty, who came over immediately, untied the water bag from her waist, and helped me clean the blood stains on my hands.

I didn't care that my hands were wet, I grabbed Alia's hand and said to her, "This idea is too old-fashioned. I guess few people believe it now. Besides, the gods didn't stand on our side in this plane war, otherwise they wouldn't have sent down oracles to restrict the freedom of action of those priests and combat priests, and watched our warriors die on the battlefield without effective treatment."

As I spoke, I sewed up the wound of the barbarian slave.

Alia looked at the barbarian slave lying in front of me, and watched me clumsily sew up the foot-long wound on the barbarian slave's leg with needle and thread, and asked me: "Do you want me to help you?"

I picked up the bloody needle and thread and asked her: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Although I don't know first aid, I am very good at needlework!" Alia said, her mood seemed to get better again, and after the worry on her face disappeared, she smiled charmingly at me.

The barbarian slaves have never suffered such a defeat since entering the Yelo plane. With the heavy crossbows in their hands, they have an overwhelming advantage in the direct battle with the spider warriors. This time, they were chased around in the jungle by several spider commanders, and they were also holding back a lot of anger in their hearts.

Now, these barbarian slaves just had a simple meal, and the heavy crossbow arrow slots were equipped with new dual-attribute giant crossbow arrows. They began to become irritable, and seemed to want to fight back the next moment and teach those Nibru spiders who had been chasing them all the way a lesson.

Under my mandatory request, they still took a short rest in the woods.

After all, they had been fleeing in the jungle for several consecutive days, and their physical strength had dropped to a limit. They had to recover their physical strength to pull the bowstring of the heavy crossbow.

Just as we were taking a short rest in the Green Valley Jungle, Kalancuo's orc construct knights arrived. They arrived half a day earlier than Justus's barbarian troops...