My Magic Age

Looking down from the sky with the campfire in the camp, a huge ice ring with a diameter of more than 400 meters appeared on the earth wall behind the trench. The entire ring belt was six or seven meters wide. The ice explosion of the ring belt even froze the entire trench. Those tightly packed swamp zombies looked like evergreens covered with frost and snow in the late autumn in the north, and they were as tightly arranged as wind walls.

The cold wave slowly spread to the entire camp, freezing all the orcs in the camp. The beastwoman warriors of the Laitu tribe were already accustomed to this scene. Since the time they hunted the demon antelope in the wasteland on the northern foothills, using magic scrolls to fight has become our brothers' signature. The old people and children in the tribe were even more alert and got into the cellar early to avoid the cold current.

But this big scene scared the orc supervisors and gray dwarf slaves in the mining field.

They followed us all the way and had thoroughly seen the daily life of our beastwoman warriors. They envied the grilled sausages in the leather backpacks of the beastwoman warriors, the short spears of the magic antelope horns in their hands, the argali carrying various supplies, and Kuz for having so many beastwomen with big breasts and big buttocks. The ancient concept of the tribal orcs has always been that the beastwomen without men in the tribe are the property of the tribal leader.

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When these orc supervisors and dwarf slaves saw such a powerful magic erupting on the earth wall around the camp, all the orc supervisors and love slaves cheered excitedly. Although the cold air in the wind was like a sharp knife cutting everyone's exposed skin, everyone forgot the cold, and we were like being in the center of a blizzard.

When the gray dwarves cheered with frost and snow hanging on their thick beards, and the orc overseers hugged their shoulders and shivered, staring blankly at the ice world in front of them, the beastwomen of the Laitu tribe wrapped themselves in the leather coats they had prepared, picked up the short spears of the magic antelope horns, and rushed towards the frozen swamp zombies.

Sister Guoguo stretched out her hands to catch the snowflakes falling from the air, looked at the ice crystals in her hands in disbelief and said, "Is this a blizzard scroll?"

I really felt sorry for so many frost scrolls. Every bit of this was the hard work of Qi Ge and me, but now it has become an ice wall surrounding the camp. The swamp zombie kings struggling in the ice and snow roared in anger, and they were so ferocious that they didn't care about their lives and pushed away the ordinary swamp zombies that looked like ice sculptures and rushed over.

I quickly picked up the silver-plated shotgun, aimed at a swamp zombie king covered with frost, who was walking towards us step by step, and fired a shot with a "bang". Then he turned to Guoguo and said, "No, sister, this is the effect of four hundred frost scrolls stacked together!"

"You actually have so many scrolls..." Guoguo was also shocked by our hidden goods.

"Heh! This is quite powerful, but it seems that it is time for us to take action now. The magic cores dropped by these swamp zombie kings can be worth a lot of money! Guo, add shields!" Qiangba shook his shoulders to shake off the frost on the full-compound armor, and walked over with a large shield in one hand, followed by a group of beastwoman warriors.

Kuz smiled and said, "It's not certain who will get more. Our Laitu female warriors are also good at hunting zombies!"

The beastwoman warriors of the Laitu tribe in the camp heard Kuz say this, and they shouted softly, surprisingly in unison.

"Hi!"

Kuz's prestige has been slowly established in these days. He was able to lead the orcs to recover their lost homes during the great famine, which almost made the beastwoman warriors blindly worship Kuz. Moreover, the beast girls were very experienced in combat and knew that this was a golden opportunity to slaughter zombies. Almost all zombies were covered by ice explosions. Geerle quickly commanded these beast girl warriors to form a team in the orc language. Their magic antelope horn short spears were aimed at the swamp zombie kings who were trapped and struggling in the zombie group. The snow fog dispersed a little, and the shadows of the zombie kings could be vaguely seen. Dozens of magic antelope horn short spears flew in the air, whistling towards the swamp zombie kings.

The beast girls were very accurate in throwing. They seemed to be natural throwers. Whether it was the rhythm of their movements, they could be extremely coordinated and unified. I was also infected by the strong fighting spirit of the beast girls. I shouted and wanted to rush up. Standing in the distance and shooting was not fun at all at this time. So I pulled out the Yalang dagger and rushed up with Kuz, but was held tightly by Sister Guoguo.

I could only watch Kuz, Girle and Asakusa lead the beastwoman warriors to the ice explosion area. I didn't expect Asakusa to be even more courageous than Girle in the battle, or the fighting styles of the two were different. Girle relied more on the sharp short spear in her hand. She kept throwing the short spear at the swamp zombie king in the zombie group while running. Her short spear would always follow the feather arrows shot by Kuz, piercing the body of the swamp zombie king. There would be more short spears chasing Girle's footsteps. In a short moment, the swamp zombie king standing in the zombie group was like a hedgehog, nailed in the zombie group.

Asakusa was even more violent and bloody. She carried an extremely heavy black iron stick in one hand and rushed into the ordinary zombie group frozen in the ice explosion area. The long stick swept out, and the ordinary zombies in groups were smashed like wheat, breaking their bones and tendons. She and other beastwoman warriors who did not have extra demon antelope horn spears destroyed these ordinary zombies that were frozen into ice. As long as they smashed their heads, the soul fire of these zombies would be completely extinguished.

An ice shield directly covered the large round shield of Qiangbahe. Sister Guoguo moved quickly at this time, continuously blessing Qiangbahe, Duolunlie, Yuelun, and Tia with "Ice Shield" and "Light Body Spell". She recited the spell very quickly. I couldn't even hear the content of her spell or see the movement of her fingers. I saw magic matrices condensing in the air, and pale blue ice shields surrounded the members of the Wind Chaser Team.

Qiangbahe was like the front of a train, rushing down with a big shield. Their target was the Swamp Corpse King in the other direction. Although the "gravity field" released by the zombies has enveloped the entire camp, this cannot save the fate of the zombies. After the ice explosion, even facing the Swamp Corpse King, it can only be regarded as a one-sided massacre.

These swamp zombie kings all have elementary wisdom. They are faster than those ordinary zombies who rely on instinct to rush to the front. However, they did not expect that thousands of zombies were all frozen into popsicles, forming a great wall of ice and snow around the camp. At this time, the swamp zombie kings have realized the fear. They are furious in the snow and fog and destroy the ordinary swamp zombies around them, trying to remove the restraints around them and rush to the warm blood food. But when the beast women warriors rushed over, they were very afraid. Without the cover of ordinary zombies, the swamp zombie kings were like huge human targets.

The whole battle lasted until the morning of the second day. The camp was no longer suitable for living. It was full of the stench of zombies. The gray dwarf slaves knelt on the grass, prayed to the sun at dawn, and dragged their tired bodies to carry the swamp zombies together. Thousands of swamp zombies piled up into a huge pile of corpses.

The beast women warriors piled the heads of ordinary swamp zombies together. The beast women were busy smashing the hard zombie skulls and looking for precious magic cores from them. On average, six or seven magic cores can be found in one hundred ordinary swamp zombies. Whenever a beastwoman warrior pried open the zombie skull and found a magic core, there would be envious whispers from all around.

According to the ancient concept of the orc tribe, before no male orc was willing to use livestock, leather and herbs to exchange these beastwomen for Kuz as wives, these beastwomen belonged to the Laitu tribe and Kuz. Even these beastwoman warriors thought so, so these captured magic cores naturally belonged to Lord Kuz, the owner of the Laitu tribe. The more magic cores they obtained, the more rewards they could get.

Kuz was deeply influenced by me and believed that every orc should be respected. When they were already beastwoman warriors, they should be respected by the orcs in the tribe. They were free. But when we tried to convey such a concept to the orcs in the tribe, the beastwoman warriors would panic. They would feel abandoned and lost. They would think that they had accidentally made a mistake and were abandoned by Lord Kuz. Later, we dared not insist on saying so.

Sixty-seven giant corpses of swamp corpse kings were placed side by side, and their heads had been cut off, which meant that at least sixty magic cores would be harvested. You should know that there is at least a 90% chance that magic cores will be produced in the heads of swamp corpse kings. Sister Guoguo was called away by Qiang Bach, and it was said that she was going to distribute the spoils. The harvest of the Wind Chaser Team this time was very good.

The ice and snow on the earth wall began to melt slowly at dawn. The orc supervisors brought more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves to clean up the battlefield. Unexpectedly, all the swamp zombies in this area gathered around the camp and participated in this battle. Now Kuz and I stood on the grassland outside the camp, looking around in the morning light. It was so empty and so quiet.

This is already the most marginal area of ​​Drowning Lake. There are puddles of various sizes everywhere on the grassland, and many puddles are connected by undercurrents. The grassland here is very wet. No matter how careful you are when walking on it, you can't avoid your feet sinking into the muddy grass. Many livestock are not used to swamps. If they stay here for a long time, they will get foot rot.

After the victory, the first thing to do is to count the spoils and confirm the death toll.

Our spoils are the magic cores in the zombie heads and the fat on the bodies of the swamp zombies. The beastwoman warriors are already counting them.

When there is a battle, there will inevitably be deaths. This time, 27 of our beastwoman warriors died in battle. Most of them were killed by the death sickles that sneaked in at the beginning. At that time, the death sickles caused a lot of trouble. If I hadn't been able to sense the lurking positions of the death sickles in advance and find them one by one, and let Kuz and the beastwoman warriors kill them, the casualties would probably be even greater. Of course, there were also beastwoman warriors who were trapped in the "gravity field" when they were guarding the earth wall, exhausted their physical strength, and were caught and killed by the swamp zombies that rushed up.

These beast female warriors were wrapped in a thick layer of cowhide. An elderly orc silently twisted ghost grass into hemp ropes and tied up the beast female warriors wrapped in leather. He kept humming songs to comfort the soul. The beastmen firmly believed that the brave warriors would return to the arms of the beast god after death.

I stood aside, waiting for the final burial moment. Kuz jumped into the pit himself and used a shovel to silently dig the grave a little bigger and deeper. This was a special honor for the dead beast female warriors. Several orc children sat quietly aside, crying silently. Among the corpses in this row were their mothers or sisters. Kuz said to the old orc next to him that he must take good care of these children, because they are the hope of the tribe in the future.

The first victory against the swamp zombies seemed so simple after offering four hundred frost scrolls. In fact, the real reason for our victory was not that we could annihilate thousands of swamp zombies in one fell swoop. Almost all the orc tribes living on the edge of the swamp could do this. The short spears with magic antelope horns were not our patent. Many orc warriors in the tribe liked to make spears with magic antelope horns. The real reason for our victory was that we had the means to restrain the death sickle. The tribe did not fall into endless panic because of the sneak attack of the death sickle, and did not have its own fighting will destroyed by these death harvesters.

On the contrary, with the cooperation of Kuz and me, and with the help of Viru, we found all the death sickles that invaded the camp and killed them. Speaking of which, the magic core on the death sickle is much larger than that on the swamp corpse king, and although the skeletons of these death sickles will be scattered a little after the soul fire dissipates, and these bones are very fragile, their right hand bones evolve into a sharp bone sickle, which is a very rare sharp weapon.

Each bone sickle is about two feet long, and the widest part of its blade is two inches, with two graceful arcs, finally converging into a sharp point. The entire ivory-white bone sickle is covered with dark red blood lines. If it can be installed on a wooden long handle, it will be an extremely outstanding and sharp weapon.

... Beautiful dividing line ...

A large puddle with a source of running water can no longer be described as a puddle, but more appropriately as a pond. In the northeast corner of this pond, there is a spring where the aquatic plants are lush, and the spring water keeps gurgling out. Although it is a cold spring, it is a rare running water.

I feel that the whole person is full of stench, so when I found this pond, I couldn't wait to unbutton my clothes, take off my linen trousers, cheered for a long time, and jumped into the slightly cool large pool like a silver carp. The cool pool water on this spring morning made me shiver the first moment I jumped into the pool. I emerged from the center of the pond. At this time, Kuz finally took off his dirty demon antelope leather armor and jumped into the pond. I can still remember the scene of Kuz and I swimming in the lake with the thunder rhinos in Xinghu Grassland.

Geerile called two young beast girls from a distance to pick up the clothes that Kuz and I took off on the shore and took them aside to wash. She took off her leather armor without hesitation, without any shyness, and jumped into the water like a big fish, swimming towards us.

I felt that my face was as red as a monkey's butt at this time. I screamed, took a deep breath, dived into the water, and swam away in the sound of Kuz's laughter.

Those beautiful days are gone forever, and Kuz has grown up slowly. Maybe the day of separation is not far away.