My Magic Age

"This time we invited the owner of Horsens to come here just to discuss it and see if the owner of Horsens has any good way to help us repair the stone wall!" I put down the wooden plate in my hand and put the silver table knife aside. Son, he took another sip of water before saying: "In a few days, Aziz and I will prepare to return to ancient times. After Ludin's visit, it seems that the swamp zombies have retreated to the Death Swamp. In the past few days, the hunting teams we sent out have only harvested little in the edge of the Death Swamp. Those swamp zombies won’t come out easily.”

Horsens didn’t expect us to be in such a hurry to return to Gurudin. At this early stage, the situation of drowning has not stabilized, so it seemed a bit hasty for Kuz and I to leave. He pondered for a while before saying: "Oh? You guys?" Want to go back to Gurudin?”

"Well, buy food!" I said, staring at Horsens' eyes, and he was also looking at me curiously. This shrewd quarry owner was thinking quickly, wondering what I wanted to say. He probably didn't understand why there was an inexhaustible supply of potatoes in this swamp. When the tide of corpses completely subsides, there will still be yellow sheep and one-horned bison in the wilderness in the future. We can hunt abundant meat from these large beasts, so why do we need to buy food!

I pointed at this village and said: "The walls of the entire village were originally made of wooden fences. Swamp zombies pushed against these wooden walls. Even if we repair them again, they will still be pushed down by them one day. When the time comes, they will be harmed. They are still residents of the Laitu tribe.”

"Azi and I want to see if there are any tribes with a large population around us and go to them to seek some help. Of course, the help is mutual. We are willing to take out some food and hire some strong laborers to help us. Stone hauling, Horsens Field The master is more familiar with this area than we are. Aziz’s idea is to borrow some gray dwarf slaves from the surrounding mine owners. They are natural craftsmen who may be very good at building walls. I can exchange food for labor and land! Potatoes, black flour, and dried meat are all fine.”

Only then did Horsens realize that we were not just talking on paper, but wanted to mobilize the power of the surrounding orc tribes and mines to build this Laitu tribe village. And this time it is in the nature of remuneration. In this year of great famine, this kind of work-for-relief approach is also very feasible. Horsens was thinking carefully about whether to help these two teenagers. He was very hesitant at the moment.

The Laitu tribe has lived in the Drowning Pond for decades. It is considered one of the earliest tribes to move from the western wilderness to the edge of the swamp. However, in the past ten years, the elders of the tribe have died one after another, and the pillars of the tribe have died one after another. With the fall of Laitu, the Laitu tribe has gone from glory to decline. But it has to be said that the Laitu tribe occupies the best place for drowning. The terrain here is very high and will not be affected by floods. It is also in a mountain depression. In winter, the northern slopes of the mountains can block the extremely cold north wind. , the most important thing is that here is the best land in the entire drowning park.

The chiefs of the surrounding orc tribes all know that Drowning Pond has a natural geographical advantage. Horsens heard that the Laitu tribe moved away a few months ago. He heard from his subordinates that they probably went to the wilderness to make a living. He thought that they would not come back now, or that the people from these tribes would die of illness in the wilderness. . But no one expected that just as spring was about to end, the Laitu tribe came back.

Horsens felt very disappointed. The mountain col that he was about to get was like a piece of fat that was about to be eaten, but it was inexplicably snatched away. But so what if they don't help. These two teenagers have exceeded Horsens' expectations time and time again. It seems that the adventure group they invited is very powerful. They have scared away the drowning zombies, but in the first The battle caused the swamp zombies to suffer a big loss.

When Horsens was hesitating in his heart, he heard me say again: "This time we also want to visit the wasteland. I heard that there are many tribes wandering in the wasteland. If we can bring them back, they are willing to join us. No matter whether they are tribesmen or not, as long as they come to work with us, they will not continue to starve. I guess some of them will be willing to come!"

Not only are there people who are willing to come, but those old guys around here would be weird if they don’t jump in and start fighting if they hear about such a good thing! Horsens thought to himself.

"This drowning park is located in the southeastern corner of the western wilderness of the Pai Plateau. It is surrounded by not only the Death Swamp, the Cursed Desert, but also the branches of the Yelian Mountains. It is also very cheap to go to the depths of the wilderness from here. There are many mines on the branches of the Yelian Mountains. There are three iron ore quarries alone, as well as several copper and silver mines. It is estimated that their situation The situation is no better than mine! Looking back, I might as well go for a walk and ask them if they would like to let those gray dwarf mine slaves out in exchange for some food! But there is one thing I haven't figured out yet. There are a lot of sweet potatoes growing in the swamps. Why do you want to go far away? Isn’t it better to use sweet potatoes instead of food?”

I poked my forehead gently with my finger, and then said: "It is late spring and early summer now. I think there should be many orcs who have brought back a lot of meat from the depths of the wilderness. Now, we have returned to the Drowning Pond and driven away Those swamp zombies, the swamp here There are a lot of sweet potatoes in there, but they all grow in the mud of the swamps. We don’t want the female warriors in the tribe to dig into the mud all day long to dig sweet potatoes. They have to continue to enter. Death Swamp, hunt down those swamp zombies.”

Horsens was even more confused. The wrinkles on his forehead seemed to be gathering together. He asked: "Jia, you mean that the Laitu tribe does not have enough manpower to dig potatoes, so it is necessary to go to Gurudin." Buy food?”

Kuz was next to Horsens, making a famous outline towards him, and continued: "You must continue to dig sweet potatoes, and you must buy food. Those sweet potatoes taste a bit jerky, and eating them for several days will make the beasts sick." People's stomachs are sour and bloated. In comparison, black bread made from black flour is much more delicious and makes people even hungrier. . We are going to buy food because we need to find many, many people to build this high wall for us, and build it from there all the way to here. Oh, by the way, we also need to build a wall bigger than the Gurudin Council Hall. For a tall city gate, the gate opening must be very long. Jia, what do you think of our city gate opening being built to be thirty meters long?”

Kurtz drew one stroke with his hand like this, and Horsens finally understood roughly how ambitious the two boys in front of him were. This was not a simple wall to resist swamp zombies, but it was clearly the entire mountain col here. Circle it, this is trying to build a city! Thinking of this, Horsens remembered why I had just asked him specifically where to get enough stones. It turned out that the amount of stones needed was really not ordinary.

"There's no need to look like that!" I bent down, pulled out the wolf fang dagger and drew a pattern of an urn city on the ground, and then said, "As long as it's built like this, the city gate doesn't have to be so thick, like this Even if those swamp zombies really break through the city gate, they still won’t be able to enter the city..."

I continued: "Speaking of which, we are going to buy food. After many considerations, we feel it is more convenient to buy back some food. Because by this time, the food merchants from the Green Empire should have arrived in Gurudin one after another. In the year of great disaster, they will definitely take the opportunity to transport a large amount of coarse grains. I am afraid that they have all been hoarded in Gurudin Town by this time. I think at this time, some tribes will bring back a lot of coarse grains because of the tribal warriors. A large amount of meat was eaten, and the food crisis was solved, but some tribes continued to starve. The tribes that solved the food crisis were able to purchase food because they could exchange dried meat, leather, herbs, etc. for food, but they already had Without meat, those tribes who are starving have no need for food anymore, so tribes that should not be able to afford food still cannot afford it.”

When hearing this, Horsens was also silent for a moment.

I continued: "These grains will be stranded in Gurudin, or even accumulated in large quantities in the warehouse. These coarse grains will definitely not be too expensive. In fact, the real reason why these grains have not been transported to us is because the surrounding areas are still empty." During the corpse wave, our tribe fought all the way from Windmill Hills. This time we brought food back just to completely solve the problem of corpses drowning in the swamp edge here. "

I pointed to the entire village of the Laitu tribe and said: "Only by driving a nail firmly into Drowning Pond can we seal the exit of the Death Swamp and completely eliminate the corpse problem near Drowning Pond. So Azi and I are going to build a strong wall to drive these swamp zombies back into the swamp.”

Horsens introduced the surrounding mines, detailing their respective populations and approximate locations. He even gave a brief introduction to the temperament of the owner of the mine, which was very detailed.

"Around the Beigougu quarry, there are a large number of poor iron ores abandoned on the roadside. Those poor iron ores cannot even recoup the cost of charcoal for making iron, so all the poor iron ores dug out have been I discarded it outside the quarry. These iron ores are actually good building materials, and They are not large in size and are easier to transport. However, it takes nearly a week to walk here from the quarry, which is a bit far, even if tens of thousands of slaves continue to carry stones here to build such a city wall. It will take several years to get up!" Horsens expressed his inner plan.

Why haven't I thought about those poor iron ores! It would be great to use those iron ores to build a city. At this time, I came up with an extremely bold idea in my mind! That's what it would be like if the gaps between the stones of this city wall were not piled with Sanhe soil, but instead made of molten iron and poured into a copper wall and iron wall.

I think some things must be done by Kuz. I am a passer-by after all, so I didn’t say anything about Anaizi. I will tell Kuz these ideas later. I think maybe I should write them down on a piece of parchment to avoid them later. If you forget and think of any new ideas, write them down. This is the best!

As for the transportation of iron ore, if it is according to what Horsens said, it will really have to be moved in the Year of the Monkey. In fact, when I think of the mine, it reminds me of the orbital mine car. There is absolutely no shortage of iron ingots in the mining site. , if the rails can be laid all the way from the quarry to here, then transporting the poor iron ore will not be difficult at all.

I don’t want to show off our wealth, but I think Horsens can’t see the strength in our hands, and he will definitely have hesitation and suspicion in his heart. He will weigh whether Kurtz and I have the strength to do this. After all, this matter involves a wide range of things. , but also need to have huge financial resources, after all, this is building a city wall.

Even if Kuz has enough say in the Ku family, it doesn't mean anything! So before that, I specifically asked Kuz to select dozens of better-quality magic cores in his hand, and asked a famous gray dwarf slave craftsman to polish off the hard shell and take out the magic crystal inside.

I didn't know that magic crystals could have so many colors. They looked like colorful gems, transparent like diamonds, white like jade, emerald green like emeralds, and deep blue like sapphires. They dazzled my eyes for a moment. Kuz poured these glittering magic crystals into his palms, and I could feel the strong breath of magic elements emanating from the magic crystals. It was so pure, and those magic elements completely opened up my sweat pores, and I felt like I was immersed in warm sea water.

These are all primary magic crystals with good quality. Each magic crystal can be sold for about six to ten gold coins. The fluctuations and price differences are very large, because magicians are very picky. The quality of magic crystals directly affects their prices. Therefore, smart demon hunters like Viru are very clear about these ways. He even told us this information through Sister Guoguo early on, which means: try not to open these magic cores and sell them directly to merchants. Maybe the benefits cannot be maximized, but the risks are minimal.

Forty magic crystals in total, Huosens has completely understood that we two are indeed capable of committing suicide. He has always overlooked one thing, that is, when he knew that we had cleared thousands of swamp zombies, and the beastwoman warriors of the Laitu tribe were even equipped with bone shields and bone scimitars, it meant that we had killed enough corpse kings and death sickles. Even so, he never thought about the magic cores. Subconsciously, he actually always thought that it was because of the Wind Chaser Adventure Group that we were able to drive away those swamp zombies. So these magic cores should be the spoils of those human warriors.

I didn't expect that Kuz actually had so many magic cores in his hands, but he didn't know that these magic cores were less than one-third of the total number of magic cores in our hands. The most conservative estimate of these forty magic crystals is that they can be worth three hundred gold coins. In addition, we also have corpse fire oil worth eighty gold coins in our warehouse. If we only buy those coarse grains with these three hundred and eighty gold coins, it will be enough for a large tribe of three or four thousand people to eat for a whole year, not to mention that they can also eat some potatoes and beast meat on weekdays.

It was late at night and cold, with two cold moons hanging high in the sky. The beastwomen were about to disperse, and Geerle was already asleep beside Kuz. Only the maids Asakusa and Ella led a few beastwomen to clean up the mess. The bonfire was about to burn out, and Asakusa covered the snow-white charcoal ash with wet soil, splashing a spark.

Hosens was satisfied and left with his beastmen. Kuz and I chatted for a few more words and discussed that in a few days, after the last batch of vermicelli was dried, we would return to Guluding with the vermicelli and the oil furnace filled with corpse fire oil. Maybe old Kuru had arrived in Guluding by then. I was really a little uncomfortable after not seeing him for so many days. I had a lot of things to ask him, such as the four stone drums on my body, only the fire and water ones could be used, while the other two stone drums belonging to the wind and earth were always indifferent without inputting magic power.

And what are those wonders in my spiritual sea, the ice wrapped in lightning, the green light pillars wrapped in wind rings. I still don't know what the two elemental seeds on my shoulder blades are. I can only wait for Old Kuru to help me solve the mystery.

Speaking of returning to Guluding, maybe I can see Old Kuru, Kuz is also excited.