My Magic Age

For magicians, meditation in a non-combat state is the best way to restore magic power. Long-term meditation can also increase the magic reserves of the magic pool and increase the magician's mental power.

Heating is different. The biggest drawback of this type of auxiliary magic is that they can only slightly increase the original attributes.

The amplification effect of heating is not high, and heating can only increase the magic recovery speed by 10% on top of the original magic recovery speed.

Kuz snored loudly beside him, and the little orc especially liked to curl up and fall asleep, like a baby gestating in the mother's body.

I sat speechless in the tent, embarrassed to see that the anti-magic I cast automatically disappeared after seventeen minutes, and the magic power stored in the body, limbs and bones was absorbed. It turned out that such a useless heater could only increase my energy. The maintenance time of two minutes is no different from this. I curled my lips in self-mockery.

Fortunately, the magic backlash that would have happened to other magicians did not follow. When the magic value in my body was exhausted, the resistance to magic was interrupted. However, at this moment, I felt a level of heating. There seemed to be a slightly less obvious flash, and the six-pointed star-shaped magic symbol jumped indelibly in my body. If my magic perception hadn't been much sharper than before, I would have ignored it.

I thought more firmly that it turned out that after the magicians had exhausted their magic power, this heating was indeed a growth-oriented auxiliary magic that could be advanced by relying on proficiency.

After some random thinking, my eyelids became a little heavy and I fell asleep without realizing it.

——Beautiful dividing line——

This is already the third day, and there is still no news at all from the Storm Chaser Adventure Group.

I stood on a slightly higher mound and looked far away. Between the blue sky, white clouds and green grass, dozens of large and small lakes sparkled under the sunset.

There was a low whistle from the tall thunder rhino in the distant pasture, more like a ferry whistle, which could be heard far away. This giant land beast, which is several times larger than a heavy-duty truck, will enter its estrus period before summer.

Before this, the male Thunder Rhinoceros would become extremely active, and their gentle temperament would become aggressive. This was the first time I saw these big guys with eyes as big as ostrich eggs full of hostility. Only their closest drivers and lieutenants dare to approach them.

I guess Master Pailez's mood will get worse. No one is willing to climb the mountains at the northern foot of the Paile Plateau when the Thunder Rhinoceros are in a mood.

But we can’t stay on this Xinghu Grassland for long. The Xinghu Grassland will soon welcome their real masters. Millions of one-horned bison will crush everything here before the summer comes and break into the ice and snow further north. tundra.

I don't want to be stuck here at that time and be trampled into meat patties by those raging bison.

Kurtz sat next to me and repeatedly polished a wind wolf fang with a strip of whetstone, trying to make the fang into a perfect tapered arrow as much as possible. This fang was given to us by Uncle Fred yesterday. , at that time Kurtz screamed happily, snatched the canine tooth of the wind wolf from Uncle Fred's hand, and ran around the camp happily.

For archers, Fenglang's fangs are an excellent arrow material. After being polished into arrows, they can even shoot through heavy armor. Moreover, they have a natural wind attribute effect, which can increase the range of arrows by more than 5%. , is a relatively scarce material on the market.

Of course, Uncle Fred will not give us things for nothing. The bottom line of equal exchange in this caravan is what we have always adhered to. It is also the rule here, and no one is trying to overturn it. What Kuz and I had to pay was just within our capabilities. Someone in the dance troupe wanted to ask Kuz to make a delicious dish, and the price was the wolf fang. And I was treated as Kurtz’s little cook, and I was also forcibly pulled over.

After the dinner of guinea pig stewed with vermicelli, Kurtz's cooking skills became famous throughout the caravan. Many people watched Kurtz dancing the spatula up and down in front of the big iron pot, but few people paid attention to him. As a little kid, Kurz also wanted to return this honor to me privately, and the little orc felt a little guilty about this. But I patted his hairy chest and said, "Why are good brothers separated so clearly?"

Although Kuz still doesn’t understand why the good brothers can’t be invited separately, he is still very happy with my words. This simple little orc is extremely simple-minded and will give unreserved support to those he trusts. I asked him to keep it secret for me, and he agreed without hesitation.

"Jia, do you think what we prepared is okay?" Kurtz was a little worried that the dish he prepared would not be recognized. He didn't want the wolf teeth he got to be taken back, so he asked me a little uncertainly.

I sat down next to him, put my chin on my knees with my hands on my knees, and just smiled at him without speaking.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and then said, "Okay, I understand."

Uncle Fred finally arrived before sunset and led us to the dance troupe. This middle-aged uncle seems a little haggard recently. Although he cleaned his only leather jacket slightly before coming here, I can still smell the faint smell of blood on it. For a leatherworker, it is difficult not to deal with blood.

I put my hands behind my head and had to walk very fast to barely keep up with them "We've been waiting for you for a long time and you're late."

"Yes, if that damned biji hadn't scratched my hand, I wouldn't have been late. I've always been a punctual person." Uncle Fred coughed slightly and explained with a little embarrassment. "Master Pailes has been very angry recently, and no one dares to offend him at this time. I just took off an extra cowhide. I think I'm still very fast."

"You don't need to explain to me. I'm just worried whether you can climb into the bed that belongs to you tonight." I said sarcastically.

For such a young me to say such obscure words, Uncle Fred was choked and didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject "Kuz, how is the secret seasoning prepared?"

Kuz pulled down the small cloth bag tied around his waist, took it in his hand and gestured. Kuz never liked to communicate with people other than Old Kuru and me. Uncle Fred saw the small cloth bag and his eyes lit up. He knew how unique the taste of the food would be when the seasoning in the cloth bag was sprinkled on the food. Thinking of the delicious food last time, his Adam's apple unconsciously made a swallowing motion.

Thirteen magic wagons formed a rectangle, like a castle.

There were three precious wild bulls with wild bull blood tied to the grass behind the wagons, grazing leisurely, mooing from time to time.

This was the first time I observed these magic wagons so closely. In the past, I only watched them from a distance with Kuz. Now I walked closer and found that these wagons were much larger than I imagined. The entire body and chassis were cast into one piece of black iron. The body length was nearly ten meters, but the width was no more than two and a half meters, and the height was nearly four meters. It looked more like a container with windows and doors. I took a deep breath. How terrifying power is needed to drag such a behemoth away.

There were eight cast iron wheels under each wagon, and these wheels were engraved with exquisite patterns. I could clearly feel that there were a large number of magic circles on each wheel, and there was abundant magic power flowing in them. The center of each axle is inlaid with an egg-sized magic crystal. Old Kuru said that this thing provides a constant supply of energy for the magic pattern array engraved on the magic caravan.

The main body of the caravan is engraved with a large number of exquisite mandala flower patterns. I wonder what kind of magic pattern array can carry such a huge thing. In comparison, the power of those huge bison seems so insignificant.

From time to time, girls in groups of three or two walked out of the dance troupe's camp. They walked towards the lake not far away with various supplies in their hands. Some dancers with wet long hair walked towards the caravan camp with washed clothes in wooden basins.

They looked at our group with curious eyes, a familiar middle-aged uncle, a young orc and a child.

"Fred, didn't you agree not to be late?"

We just stood at the door of the caravan camp, and a woman with brown dark patterns on her red skirt ran out from the corner. She looked a little tall. When standing with Uncle Fred, her long hair was tied up and even shoulder to shoulder with the uncle.

The girls in the dance troupe have great figures. I can even feel how strong her waist and long thighs are. Her eyes are very slender, but her lips are particularly thick and sexy. She walked quickly at this time, spewing out the imperial language with a strong accent, and seemed to be a little impatient.

Fred laughed "haha" and quickly leaned over to the woman and said, "There are a lot of things in the merchant group recently, you know it. After all, aren't you here?" While speaking, a pair of hands touched the soft flesh on the woman's waist very dishonestly.

"Let go! Miss Qi is still waiting, you can follow me. Is this the orc who can make unique food?" The woman pushed Fred away and led us into the caravan camp, and kept looking at Kuz.

"Ah, it's him. His name is Kuzi, the grandson of the witch doctor Kuru. The child next to him is Jijia, the child who was saved by Kuru." Fred introduced the two of us to the woman. I looked at her from the side and found that she should be very young, but she was dressed a little mature.

"Call me Singer!" The woman turned around and said to us, and then suddenly pointed at me and asked Fred, "Can he cook?"

"It's not difficult, the main thing is to have unique seasonings. If there is that thing, even I can make it, and the heat is even better than those two guys." Fred began to brag about his cooking skills, and Kuzi lowered his head and didn't want to say much.

My mind has always been on these exquisitely made caravans. The workmanship and materials are all exquisite, and even every detail is polished very well. All the sharp corners of the petals and branches embossed on them are polished smooth, and there will never be scratches by hard edges. I am completely intoxicated by it.

"That's good. Let the little guy go up when we cook. Warrior Kuz, please take a rest in the kitchen." Singer said directly to Fred and knocked down his dishonest hand again.