My Magic Age

After Earl Desmond saw the barbarian slaves quickly entering the battlefield, he ordered the ten great knights to lead the construct knights to detour to the left and right flanks of the tree goblin position, vacating the main battlefield position for the heavy work of the barbarian slaves. Crossbow regiment.

When the tree goblins saw the barbarian slaves at the military formation, they became extremely nervous. The elders quickly asked the tree goblins holding the vine shields to come out.

There was a 'buzzing' sound of crossbow strings trembling from the camp of the barbarian slaves, and giant crossbow arrows more than three meters long were shot out in unison.

The giant crossbow arrows made a sharp sound in the air.

Amid the shouts of the elders, a group of tree elves holding vine shields ran to the front of the camp, forming three human walls and assuming a defensive posture.

As soon as the tree fairies put the vine shields in their hands in front of them, a large number of giant crossbow arrows were already coming.

Those sharp giant crossbow arrows easily penetrated the vine shields in the hands of the tree goblins. The crossbow arrows pierced the body of the tree goblins and still had residual power. They flew back with the body of the tree goblins and hit the tree goblins behind them. The crossbow arrows connected the two tree elves together, and knocked down the two tree elves warriors behind them before stopping.

As for the plant-type magic beasts, the iron thorn vines were not affected by the giant crossbow arrows. They crawled along the waist-deep grass to the barbarian slave army formation 500 meters away, and they had not climbed far. The tree goblin elders blew their whistles, and the thorn vines quietly retreated.

Thousands of tree goblins continued to disperse and retreat to the northwest.

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They took hundreds of thorn vines with them and used the cover of grass and swamps to launch attacks on the construct knights of the North Wind Legion along the way. It was not a small trouble, and the Knights also lost some war horses because of it. This kind of war horses that can wear heavy armor on the battlefield are the best war horses in the racecourse.

After the tree goblins retreated, some lightly injured construct knights skillfully wrapped hemostatic bandages on their wounds. On the grass lay more than a dozen war horses with broken legs. They were wearing heavy armor and seemed to want to He struggled to stand up, but the bones of his broken leg were exposed. Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound still looked shocking.

Earl Desmond frowned and looked at the war horse in front of him with a broken leg. He raised the Seruki sword in his hand with a look of regret and stabbed it into the horse's neck.

This has almost become a practice in the Knights. Whenever a war horse is injured on the battlefield and cannot follow the Knights to attack, and there is no logistics team to take care of these horses, the best way is to kill these injured horses.

A delicate hand with wheat-colored skin appeared out of thin air. The thumb and mouth of this hand had some calluses. It held the blade of Earl Desmond's sword without any worry that the sharp blade would cut her hand.

"There's no need to do this. Give them to the Gilda natives. They will get better soon." The speaker was Kalantso.

She stood in front of Earl Desmond, but her eyes fell on the injured horse.

Earl Desmond glanced at the indigenous warriors of the Gilda tribe with uncertainty. The indigenous warriors were currently on the battlefield picking up the dead trees transformed by the tree fairies.

Earl Desmond asked doubtfully: "Can the Aboriginals cure them?"

A confident smile appeared on Kalancuo's face. Only then could her face look softer. Every beast girl in the tribe had a pair of sexy lips.

She said to Earl Desmond: "Every orc is an expert in bone setting, and in addition to some magical treatment methods, we can also use the indigenous magic grass plaster. Don't forget, since we and the ancient tree elves have After forming an alliance, this has become our home ground.”

I bought her four years ago at the slave market in Ayr.

Now, she has become a respected and qualified orc leader, and she has her own way of persuasion.

She likes to be straightforward and forthright, just like waving a double-edged sword on the battlefield, and she convinced Earl Desmond with just a few words.

Count Desmond inserted the Seruki sword into its scabbard, smiled very gentlemanly at Kalantso, and said, "Then please, Chief Kalantso."

At this time, behind Count Desmond, a group of construct knights were high-fiving each other.

After every battle, being forced to kill some injured horses is the last thing the Constructed Knights want to see.

These war horses are the closest combat partners to the construct knights. An outstanding war horse usually needs to spend more than a year with the knight day and night before it can become a true construct knight.

Kalancuo didn't say any polite words. She waved her hand, and dozens of orc warriors immediately came out from behind her. These orc warriors were scattered around the injured horses. At first, these horses seemed a little uneasy. This orc warrior They squatted next to the war horse, and instead of rushing to heal the horse's leg injury, they tried to touch the horse's forehead with their hands, and then even closed their eyes to communicate on a spiritual level.

I don’t know if this kind of communication is effective, but these restless war horses actually became quiet in front of the orc warriors. Then these orc warriors took out some hay from their pockets to feed these war horses. The paralyzing fodder, the war horses ate up the fodder and lay limply on the grass. At this time, the orcs began to try to set the bones of the war horses.

Looking at the orcs' extremely skilled movements, I don't know how many times they have done this on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look back at the black-scaled war horses of the orc warriors.

Unexpectedly, Earl Desmond was also looking at the orc warriors' horses at this moment...

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Unexpectedly, the deepest part of the misty swamp, just north of the wasteland, was slightly higher, and the swamp ended here.

Walking out of the swamp, although we haven't walked out of the misty swamp yet, it made everyone feel relieved. After all, fighting in the swamp is not what we are good at.

Walking onto the grassy slope, Earl Desmond sent out the scout team and then ordered all the constructed knights to take a short rest here.

But the knights cannot take off the magic pattern constructs, and the horses are not allowed to take off their armor.

The knights jumped off their horses and let the armored horses graze on their own. The knights took off their wet boots and poured out the water in the shoe pits. The long boots were hung on wooden poles like salted fish and roasted by the fire. The knights sat barefoot on the grass. The soles of the knights were soaked in the water in the swamp and turned pale and bloodless, and full of wrinkles, looking like the feet of some zombies.

The situation of the barbarian slaves and natives was much better, because they did not wear combat boots and walked barefoot in the swamp.

After walking out of the swamp, some barbarian slaves complained: "If we had known that this was the end of the misty swamp, we should have hunted more swamp crocodiles in the swamp."

But it is obvious that this is not the end of the misty swamp, because according to Deborah's guidance in the sky, this place is very close to the ancient war tree. It is probably because of the fog around that the ancient war tree has not been seen.

This time, Deborah flew out for a long time to explore the specific location of the ancient war tree, and she never came back. This made me a little worried, after all, she said that we were not far from the ancient war tree.

But since she brought the news that time, we walked a long way in the swamp again, but still did not see the ancient war tree.

Faintly, I felt that something was wrong, but I didn't know where the problem was.

After the battle in the grassland, those tree fairies and thorn vines retreated and never appeared again.

In my opinion, the closer to the ancient war tree, the more desperate those tree fairies and thorn vines should be, and it is impossible to scare them away so easily.

And... and Katarina and Morayaer beside me seemed to have disappeared.

Connie and Puyaka followed the barbarian slave team. The two of them walked out of the swamp and sat on the grass beside me. The light leather armor they wore looked clean and tidy.

Catalina walked out of the mist and came to me. Her red hair was wet and dripping. Her fair face looked so soft in the mist. I felt that she was as beautiful as a fairy at this time, and it looked a little unreal.

At this time, I heard Catalina ask me: "Do you know where the ancient war tree is?"

I know that Earl Desmond has sent out some scout teams, and it will probably take a while to get the most accurate information.

But I haven't received any definite news yet, so I shook my head.

Catalina smiled and stretched out a hand. I rubbed my eyes hard and found that the 'weakness detection' magic pattern on her white arm had disappeared, and it was replaced by an ordinary tattoo.

I asked her to lift her feet in surprise and check the 'wind sprint' magic pattern ring on her ankle. There was only a similar magic pattern left. However, the strangest thing was that even if it looked like an ordinary magic pattern, there was a slight fluctuation of mana on those magic patterns.

Catalina blushed and glared at me angrily. Fortunately, the thick fog blocked our view.

"Actually... the ancient war tree is right in front of us, but we haven't found it yet!" Catalina's face showed some painful struggle, as if there was another soul bound in her body, and that soul wanted to control her body.

"We are in front of it?" I don't understand why Catalina said that.

Catalina's ruby-like eyes lit up again, and she spoke more quickly: "Yes, in fact, to be precise, we should be in its dream!"

"Dream..." I screamed.

"Mora Yaer told me to tell you that you are now in its Emerald Dream..." At this moment, Katarina shouted to me: "Wake up! Jijia."

As she spoke, Katarina stood in front of me and took out a dagger. In my sight, she used the dagger to cut a huge crack in the space in front of me. She grabbed the edge of the crack with her hand and pulled it hard. A huge dizziness instantly hit me. I squinted my eyes and saw that all the pictures in front of me began to rotate and twist constantly, like a painting being rubbed into a ball by an invisible big hand, and I happened to be one of the scenes in that painting.

As my spiritual sea began to surge, my vision began to recover.

At this time, I realized that I was really standing in front of a tall ancient war tree, and Katarina fell unconscious at my feet.

Morayaer stood opposite the ancient war tree, holding a magic wand in her hand, trapped in a wooden prison, which was shrinking continuously, as if a big wooden hand wanted to hold her. Morayaer was struggling to hold on with her magic power, and the poisonous flower vines outside the wooden prison were attacking the wooden prison like crazy, but to no avail.

Seeing that the wooden prison was about to hold Morayaer tightly, I saw Morayaer's face flushed red, and icicles appeared in the wooden prison, holding it tightly. Those icicles were burning with light blue ice flames, and a layer of ice condensed inside and outside the wooden prison.

When Moraya saw that I had woken up, she shouted to me, "Jijia, leave me alone, wake up the others."

It was only then that I saw that teams of North Wind Legion's constructed knights, barbarian slaves, orc warriors, knights' followers and Yelo natives all closed their eyes and walked out of the foggy swamp. They were approaching the huge ancient war tree in front of them. A group of tree fairies stood around the ancient war tree. Those tree fairies sat cross-legged under the tree, holding their companions' hands tightly, and chanting a song similar to a lullaby.

And this ancient war tree was spreading circles of magic halos around it, and everyone fell into a deep sleep.

A thorny vine was entangled with Katarina's body from behind, and the sharp thorns at the end of the vine were pointing at Katarina's forehead and stabbed fiercely.

The smooth ice shield instantly appeared in front of Katarina's body. The thorns of the thorn vine pierced the ice shield, making a small hole in the ice shield. Although it was blocked, the sharp thorns did not stop there. The thorn vine was very powerful. After piercing the ice shield, it continued to pierce Katarina's forehead.

Several tree fairies around me were holding wooden forks and stabbing at me. I didn't care about the wooden forks in the hands of the tree fairies at all, and rushed towards Katarina. I wanted to grab the thorn of the thorn vine, but I didn't control the distance when I rushed out, and the thorn vine pierced my palm.