My Magic Age

Under the blue sky and white clouds, this vast land is full of greenery, and the tender green grass grows wildly under the nourishment of abundant rain in spring. In such a long spring, everything revives and is full of vitality. Barent is full of attachment to such a fertile Pai Plateau. If the gray dwarves can own this vast land, it may not take too long to become strong enough. By then, the dwarf kingdom will no longer be just the seven kings, and there should be a place for the gray dwarves.

It has become very difficult to stop and line up at the bottom of the earth slope. Those argali that have taken a lot of poppy flowers are already difficult to control. The gray dwarf warriors can only rely on their brute force and hold the reins tightly to stop those irritable fighting argali. Their eyes are full of bloodshot, and the huge horns on their heads are shaking constantly, and they are about to be uncontrollable.

The gray dwarves standing next to Barent raised their huge axes and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Chief Barent, what are you waiting for? Let's rush up and tear those beast women apart, tear them apart!"

At this time, Barent raised his war hammer high, put one hand on the horns of the restless argali, and shouted loudly: "Slaves, pay attention! We must leave some slaves for our old friend Bifokuri, the gray dwarves. Those who are as docile as Mianyang and dare not resist must stay. They are our weapons, armor, mounts and food. The slave traders in the wasteland are eagerly waiting for our Lord Bifokuri to bring them good news!"

At this time, no gray dwarf dared to cross the war hammer in Barent's hand.

Bifukuli, riding on a Gubolai horse, was carrying a pair of giant swords on his back. Those damn noble children actually sold his precious giant swords to a human merchant, forcing him to spend nearly a hundred gold coins to buy them back from the money-loving human merchant. He used his rough hands to touch the thick yellow beard on his face, and his golden eyes contained fierce murderous intent.

Bifukuli hesitated for a while, then pulled the reins of Barent's argali with one hand and said to him: "You let the warriors split into two groups and surround them from the side. These beast women don't have any horses and can't outrun us at all. Let's go around to avoid their frontal attack. As far as I know, there is a human magician in this tribe. We must be careful of her methods."

Barent glanced at Bifukuli's hand holding his reins with deep meaning, and sneered contemptuously: "Bifukuli, you are so brave that even the beast women are afraid of you ? Do brave gray dwarf warriors like us need to move from the flank and then rush over? "

"This is really the biggest joke I have heard this year! We gray dwarves can defeat them from the front. Their fighting power of dozens of people probably can't even withstand our charge! In the past, I remember that you were the most courageous warrior in the lion-tiger tribe. You have been wandering in the wilderness for the past few years and have been chased by the wolf cavalry!"

"Barent, don't underestimate the magicians of the human race!" Bifokuri said hoarsely.

Barent laughed and said, "You probably forgot that our dwarves have strong physiques and are born with strong anti-magic properties. We used to fight side by side with the elves."

Barent pushed Bifokuri's big hand holding his reins away, and began to continuously hit the horns of the argali with a war hammer, and then more and more gray dwarf warriors followed suit. Slowly, the huge knocking sound was like a war drum, and in an instant, the momentum of the gray dwarves increased greatly.

Bifurkuli's golden eyes flickered constantly. He didn't want to let the gray dwarves know too much. If they knew that he was just using their power to avenge his brother, he would probably bear the wrath of the gray dwarf leader Barent. So he knew that the children on the opposite side would definitely have magic traps, but he didn't want to tell Barent about this news. Let these gray dwarves suffer a little!

How many traps can there be at best? Can they still stop hundreds of gray dwarf argali cavalry? What a joke. When Bifurkuli thought of this, he even felt that he was too suspicious. Looking at the argali that had completely entered an excited state, Bifurkuli knew that the attack was about to begin.

... Beautiful dividing line ...

Seeing the gray dwarf bandits slowly gathering under the earth slope, hundreds of people riding argali gathered together, unexpectedly a large black mass. At this time, the old orc Gribaschin had stopped beating the stone drum. The faces of the beastwoman warriors were as red as if they had drunk strong liquor. The fear in their eyes had completely dissipated. When they stood on the earth slope and looked down, their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

These war dances greatly influenced Katarina, and she was not so timid anymore.

But I think this war dance has almost no effect on Kuz and me, which makes me feel very strange. Why do other people have a strong reaction, but I don’t?

"This is a dance of courage. It can only inspire the morale and courage of the warriors to fight. This is the most basic war dance." The old orc Gribaschin said slowly beside me.

I was shocked. I never thought that this old orc would quietly come to me at this time to tell me this: "Ah!"

"You and Master Kuz are natural warriors. A true orc warrior has no lack of courage to fight. Such a war dance will not affect you!" said the old orc Gribaschin calmly. "How can you two lack the courage to fight under the training of Lord Kuru?"

At this time, I heard the sound of drums. I thought about it carefully and found that it was not the drums, but the gray dwarf bandits hitting the huge horns of the argali with weapons. The argali were panting restlessly. The morale of the gray dwarf bandits was rising little by little. I didn't want to wait any longer. At this time, I suddenly had a bold idea.

I said to Kuz: "I will lead them over. We can't let them raise their morale like this."

Kuz wanted to hold me back, but he didn't have time. I carried the silver-plated shotgun and rushed down the hillside in a few steps, standing alone on the grass covered with frost scrolls. These frost scrolls almost took all of our money, including the scrolls in the entire magic wood box, the ordinary frost scrolls drawn on the northern foothills wasteland, and the eight ice grasses bought in Guludin Town later. These ice grasses kept Qige and I busy for five whole nights to make 136 enhanced frost scrolls.

In total, the magic materials we consumed were nearly 50 gold coins. If we used these gold coins to buy black flour, it would be enough for the 400 people in the Laitu tribe to eat for half a year. These gold coins are definitely a huge sum of money. Even if our magic parchment is equivalent to picking it up for free, the cost of each of these enhanced frost scrolls is very high. The cost of each scroll material is almost 40 silver coins, which is equivalent to the wages of two adult orcs for a whole month.

At this time, I actually had this idea: these frost magic scrolls are much more expensive than the melon grenades in my world!

There are not only more than a hundred enhanced frost scrolls on this grassland, but also more than a hundred ordinary frost scrolls in the surrounding area. These scrolls were brought back from the northern foothills wasteland. At that time, in order to hunt enough magic antelopes so that the beastwomen in the Laitu tribe had enough meat to eat, we spent all our efforts to make a batch of frost magic scrolls. Because we had to set up a wide enough hunting belt, we made a lot of them that time, and there were still a lot of surplus.

For this trip to the Death Swamp, we didn't want to sell any of our magic scrolls, but I never thought that I would encounter gray dwarf robbers the day after I walked out of Guluding Town. The elders of the orc tribe will announce to all orcs on the Pai Plateau that gray dwarves have disappeared from the plateau from now on, but where did the hundreds of gray dwarf robbers come from? They dared to stay so close to Guluding Town and even rob our orc tribe. This is really rampant.

"Ji Jia, are you crazy? Come back to me!"

Qi Ge's voice sounded behind me. I turned back and looked at her calmly. I wanted to tell her not to worry about me. At least I still had the "magic cloak" at the last moment, which I could use to escape. The reason why I dared to rush forward was because the blood wolf talent "self-healing" given to me by old Kuru made me less afraid of getting hurt in battle.

I just turned back and looked at her, and she stopped talking. Qi Ge was such a smart person who could see through a person at a glance. She could also tell the other person what she was thinking without speaking, just with her eyes.

When I turned around, I saw her tears suddenly pouring out of her eyes, and the ruby ​​on her snow-white neck became as beautiful as fire. She tried hard to cover her mouth and not let herself cry out. I knew she must be heartbroken at this moment, but I just wanted to fight for a chance of victory.

She knew that I didn't have to walk alone into this grassy slope covered with frost scrolls. As long as she and Katarina were willing to withdraw, I wouldn't have to fight so hard. I think that when I turned my head, she, who was as smart as a mind reader, must have seen my heart from my eyes. If that was the case, although Kuz and I would fight with the beastwomen in the Laitu tribe until the last moment, we would still have a chance to escape in the chaos. But things have come to this point, and there is no way out.

The old orcs and young children in the Laitu tribe did not leave. They sat quietly behind the beastwomen warriors, waiting for the arrival of the last moment. They did not trust the fifty temporary beastwomen warriors so much. Some of them did not even meet the qualifications of warrior apprentices, but they had the courage to stand in front of all the people in the tribe and use their bodies to block their relatives in the tribe, so they can be called warriors in the tribe.

The old orcs and children sitting quietly behind the mound were just quietly waiting for the arrival of the last moment. At this time, if we failed, they chose to hug their relatives and welcome the arrival of the god of death. Running away is not something that orcs with dignity do.

Qige and Katarina, who I cared about the most, did not leave. At the last moment, they chose to accompany me on the battlefield, just like Gerile and Asakusa accompanied Kuz. At the last moment, having someone accompany you always warms your heart, and then you suddenly have the courage to fight on. This is also the courage I dare to face these gray dwarf bandits alone.

The biting wind blew on the magic antelope leather armor, and through the gaps, it dried the cold sweat on my chest.

... Beautiful dividing line...

The group of gray dwarf bandits opposite saw a child like me standing on the hillside of the hillock, holding a shotgun in both hands and aiming at them. They burst into laughter. Finally, someone in the group of gray dwarf bandits couldn't hold them back. The reins were lifted, and the irritable argali stamped its hooves on the ground and jumped out of the team.

The gray dwarf yelled at the crazy argali, but to no avail. He could only turn around and yell at the gray dwarf leader Barent: "Chief, I'm going to get that little kid's head back."

In fact, at this time, Balent also intended to send a few gray dwarves up to test it out, but such a move would definitely affect his own morale. The gray dwarf warriors would think: Just rush up and kill such a group of orc women and children, let’s test the ball! Has his leader been frightened by the orcs in the wasteland?

Barent was still a little hesitant. The liger Bifoculi was also known as a warrior, but facing these tribal beast girls, Barent could feel his flinch. He must be in front of these orcs. Those who have suffered.

At this time, there happened to be a gray dwarf riding an argali who rushed out of the team and killed the child on the grassy slope. This was exactly what Balent wanted.

"Hahaha, cowardly Allen, you are so damn brave to challenge a child."

"Who gave him a name? The word "coward" is so damn appropriate, haha!"

When the gray dwarf warriors saw someone around them who couldn't wait to perform meritorious service, they finally began to sneer at the gray dwarf who jumped out of the crowd, and then began to laugh unscrupulously. They hadn't laughed like this for a long time. They ate at Qinghai Lake. After nearly a season of wind and sand, we can finally have a good fight.

Bifukuli, who was riding a horse beside him, breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was the recklessness of the gray dwarf leader Barent. Once these gray dwarf bandits suffered a loss, the irritable Barent might pour out his anger on himself. On the head. If you can be more cautious, the battle should become easy. These gray dwarf warriors can throw an ax and bury the cubs hiding in the orc tribe on the opposite side.

He did not expect these gray dwarf bandits to cause much trouble in the western wilderness. The wolf cavalry of the blood wolf clan might be able to catch up soon. The noses of the blood wolf cavalry were similar to those of wilderness hyenas, and they could keep chasing these gray dwarves. Go into the mouse hole. At that time, he, Bifu Kuli, can continue to be a free robber in the wilderness.

...Beautiful dividing line...

Seeing the gray dwarf sitting down, the fighting argali rushed over like crazy. This guy was indeed very careful. Even though he was facing a child like me, the gray dwarf warrior still cautiously raised his black iron shield to protect his face, throat, and chest. He was covered in gray dwarf scales. , the other hand holds a one-handed copper hammer, which looks very heavy.

The look he looked at me was ferocious, like a beast thirsting for blood. Combat argali have the worst charging ability among mounts. Their characteristic is that they are good at mountain warfare, but on this grassland, argali are far less useful than Gubo horses. I held up the shotgun and waited quietly for him to quickly come within range of me.

In the surrounding countryside, it was so quiet at this moment, as if I had lost my hearing. From far away, there was the sound of sheep's hooves "tapping", and the sound of heavy chain armor rubbing against each other. I even I could hear the heavy breathing of the argali. My fingers hooked around the machine, and my magical perception spread to the distance. At this moment, My golden sea of ​​spirit continues to spread outwards, and I can clearly feel everything around me without using my eyes. I can clearly feel the magic power contained on the grass slope, and the restrained magic power of those magic scrolls overlaps each other. Gathered on this 100-meter-long piece of land, I could even feel the heartbeat of the knight riding the argali.

Just when he was about to exhale all the air he had breathed into his lungs and the argali jumped into the air, I pressed the button with my index finger.