My Magic Age

The rebel fell in a pool of blood. There was an egg-sized blood hole in the center of his forehead. Red and white liquid gushed out from it. His black pupils were constantly condensing into needles. He twitched a few times and his body quickly cooled down, becoming a cold corpse.

"Raise your shields. There are hunters!"

One of the rebel crew members approaching from the deck shouted loudly. The crew members who rushed to the front, the rebels without shields, immediately slowed down their attack. The rebel crew members holding ironwood shields jumped forward and rolled, and immediately appeared at the front of the team. The round shields in their hands blocked their vital parts and approached the cabin without slowing down.

I skillfully took out a lead bullet from my leather bag and pressed it into the warm magazine. The magic crystal in the center of the trigger device lit up a ray of light, and a trace of weak magic power was transmitted into the magic circle of the trigger device. At this time, my heart was empty, like a stubborn stone on the top of the cliff in the silent night, unmoved by the wind, rain, lightning and thunder.

Taiwan Novel Network →𝘵𝘸𝘬𝘢𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮

My spiritual sea was connected with the outside world, and countless real and fake silk threads appeared in my eyes. The starting point of each silk thread was the muzzle of the shotgun, and the end point was the rebel crew on the opposite side. Whoever my muzzle pointed at meant that he would be stared at by the god of death.

‘Bang’

The gunshot sounded again, and the dark red ballistic projectile shot out close to the minotaur’s ribs. The hot projectile even burned the hair under his ribs, but he was unaware and stared at the crew members rushing in front of him, grinning with a mouth full of neat white teeth, and his eyes as big as copper bells were wide open.

The projectile was shot from a strange angle, and it hit a round ironwood shield directly, making two consecutive ‘bangs’.

The shield warrior crew hiding behind the shield just showed joy, and before he had time to thank himself for being very lucky to block a shotgun projectile, the red flame bursting from the projectile instantly blew the ironwood shield into pieces, and the projectile passed through the shield without slowing down, hitting the chest of the shield warrior crew like an iron gall.

The chest of the rebel crew member wrapped in hard leather armor was completely sunken and shriveled. He was suddenly hit backwards by the huge force. Halfway down, he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out blood with pieces of internal organs in the blood.

The rebel crew members next to him didn't care about the life and death of their companions and continued to rush forward without stopping.

A burly and agile rebel leader rushed up from the side. He held up the ironwood round shield in his hand and a war hammer in his hand. The muscles on his strong arms bulged. He rushed to the front of everyone with flexible and uncertain steps. A cruel look appeared on his face, and his cold eyes were full of greed and strong murderous intent. In his eyes, the docile minotaur has always been a coward whose legs will become weak when seeing blood.

The rebels probably expected that with close combat, they could completely break through the defenses set up by me and the minotaur Luka with the power of thunder, just by relying on their huge numerical advantage, because the plan to kidnap Princess Sha Aili could not fail. The airship was still in the territory of Sloyt Province, and Princess Sha's sister, Grand Duke Jingyue, was currently the real king of Sloyt Province. In some aspects, her control over Sloyt Province was even higher than that of the monarch of the Green Empire.

No one could withstand the wrath of Grand Duke Jingyue in Sloyt Province. This duchess, who was always known for her iron-blooded wrist, was a female general who had been trained in the Sloyt Guard Camp. In her eyes, there was no compromise.

Perhaps her sister was her biggest weakness at the moment.

I stared at the rebel leader who was in the front. He was wearing relatively sophisticated leather armor. Under his leadership, the crew rushed forward more resolutely, without any fear of their own life and death.

I had to use a shotgun to stop him. At this moment, the young rebel leader had become the soul of the assault team, and all the crew members followed his footsteps and rushed forward.

In my eyes, the thread created by the sea of ​​spirit that connected the rebel leader to the muzzle was very vague and not obvious.

I didn't have much time to think. It would be more beneficial for me to shoot as many bullets as possible before the rebels rushed up.

'Bang'

The dark red trajectory appeared again, and in this silent night, it was like a death god who harvested lives, shooting straight at the rebel leader.

The moment I triggered the trigger, the young rebel leader seemed to have sensed the danger. He used a shield to block the vital parts of his body, shrank his body into a ball, and rolled forward a few meters. Suddenly, like a spring, he jumped high. I couldn't predict his landing point at all. He raised the war hammer in his hand high, drew a white streak in the air, and smashed it towards Luka's head with the power of wind and thunder.

Something unexpected happened. The bullet from the third shot actually flew past his feet.

The bullet hit the lower abdomen of a rebel behind him. The huge force and the power of the explosion of the "flame tongue weapon" directly blew up the rebel's lower abdomen. His entire upper body seemed to be broken. His body fell forward suddenly and fell headfirst onto the deck and could no longer get up.

In fact, many hunters and most archers reject hunting rifles. The most fundamental reason is that the hunting rifles made by dwarven craftsmen have limited power. Ordinary hunting rifles can only make a hole the size of a finger on the enemy or prey. This little damage can not affect the mobility of most beasts, nor can it kill the enemy, so many people prefer to use more powerful bows and arrows.

The silver hunting rifle in my hand has limited power, but it is attached with the magic skill of the orc shaman "flame tongue weapon", which makes the projectile have the magical effect of flame explosion, which suddenly turns this long-range sniper hunting rifle into a small steel cannon. At this time, the power revealed by the hunting rifle can't help but make people secretly smack their lips.

The young rebel leader has rushed to the front of the tauren Luka. His target was originally me, but I was blocked outside by the huge body of the tauren Luka.

The most basic difference between a warrior and a warrior apprentice is the formation of "qi" in the body. For those who officially become a first-level warrior, the basic attributes of the body will be significantly improved. In addition, a very mysterious cyclone is formed in the body, which will continue to circulate along the meridians of the body, so that the warriors have stronger physical fitness. Those who have successfully been promoted to warriors will have sword qi or knife light when they chop.

This young rebel leader is obviously a warrior with strong strength. A random heavy blow can bring a clear and visible streak.

I was worried that Luka would make a mistake, so I decisively put three ice shields on him behind him.

When the first ice shield appeared in front of the rebel leader, he realized that I was a magician hiding in the room, and his face suddenly became ugly.

The warhammer hit the ice shield heavily, and the ice shield shattered instantly. An extremely cold breath passed along the warhammer to his arm, and the entire arm of the young rebel leader was stained with a thick layer of frost. The rebel leader showed a trace of horror in his eyes. In his impression, the ice shield did not bring such a terrible cold wave.

Luka has cooperated with me countless times. Even the barbarians who are not afraid of the cold will shiver with the "ice flame" attached to the ice shield after breaking my ice shield, not to mention the ordinary human warriors. His arms obviously became a little stiff. When he waved his arms, the ice chips attached to his arms kept splashing down.

Blood is the best medium to drive people crazy, whether it is your own or the enemy's. The tauren Luka is such a warrior. He is usually honest and kind, but when he goes crazy on the battlefield, he will be like a madman. He held a huge double-edged axe in his arms, and when he saw the right moment, he blocked the war hammer that the rebel leader smashed down on his head. At the moment he blocked the war hammer, he opened his mouth and howled loudly.

Luka's fighting spirit burst out, his eyes were bloodshot, and he ignored the rain of arrows in front of his body, and ignored the rebels with scimitars coming from both sides. He swung the double-edged axe in his hand with force, and took advantage of the moment when the rebel leader stayed in the air, raised the double-edged axe high with both hands, and chopped it down fiercely. The huge double-edged axe also appeared with a dark red halo, which was actually a layer of light blood mist.

‘Cleave’

The timing was perfect. The rebel leader dared to rush forward so bravely and fight Luka without any burden because he had a strong support group behind him. As long as he had a second to breathe, the attacks of his companions behind him would continue to surge, like a tide, completely suppressing the Tauren warrior wave after wave. So he expected that Luka would not dare to continue to pursue the victory after fighting him hard. He thought that Luka would defend the defense line of his body.

But Luka was like a mad bull at this time. He didn't care about the scimitars that chopped at his waist. When the rebel leader's old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not yet born, he ruthlessly performed a ‘cleave’ on him.

The rebel leader stopped in the air, looked down in disbelief at the leather armor on his chest split to both sides, and his entire chest was neatly split by the huge double-edged axe under Luka's cleave.

Suddenly, a series of fragments flowed down from his chest and abdomen. When the severe pain reached his brain, he looked at Luka with despair and horror. He couldn't believe that Luka actually ignored his own life and death and fought with all his strength to kill him directly.

"You..."

He seemed to want to ask Luka: How can you ignore your own life and death?

But when the words came to his lips, the young rebel leader was speechless. He fell to the ground like a piece of rotten leather. His chest was completely cracked. The last glimmer of life was completely blocked because his internal organs flowed out of his abdominal cavity. He barely opened his eyes and stared at Luka with the last bit of life.

Countless sharp arrows had already shot at Luka. In addition, two rebel fighters who took the opportunity to kill from both sides had come to the left and right sides of Luka, and stabbed the scimitars in their hands at the left and right sides of Luka's ribs.

Just when the rebel leader thought that Luka would die with him, Luka only used his arms to block his face and stood still to withstand the rain of arrows.

Those arrows that looked very sharp made a series of ding-dong sounds when they shot at Luka, just like they were shot at rocks, and then fell to the ground one after another. Luka, who was only wrapped in a layer of iron armor on important parts, stood in front of the cabin wall without any damage.

"This is the petrified skin of the beastmen!"

Someone in the rebel group behind me shouted, I didn't expect that someone would recognize this skill.

At this time, I didn't dare to be distracted at all. Just when the rebels on the left and right sides of Luka rushed up, a water wall I condensed appeared in front of Luka. If the two rebels wanted to attack Luka, they had to pass through this one-foot thick water wall. Obviously, the two rebels were brave enough, and they rushed into the water wall decisively.

At this time, someone in the rebel group behind me had already rushed out and shouted: "Don't go."

It's a pity that it was a step too late after all, and I was waiting for this moment.

"Freeze!"

The entire water wall was instantly injected with a breath of ice, and the extremely cold mist suddenly surged out of the water wall. With the sound of cracking, the entire water wall turned into an ice wall.

The two rebel warriors holding scimitars were directly frozen in the ice wall.

"Ah!"

Seeing such a cruel scene, the rebel crew members behind all cried out in surprise. In this era, magicians possess extremely mysterious magical powers, and ordinary people are extremely awed by magicians. Seeing me use magic to freeze my companions in the ice wall, it was a big blow to the other rebel crew members. In their hearts, there was already a hint of fear.

The dying young rebel leader looked at Luka, who was unharmed, helplessly, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. He exhaled the last breath in his lungs and slowly closed his eyes.

...

At this time, Moraya had already shouted behind me: "Jijia, Luka, let's go!"

With almost no hesitation, I picked up the long-barreled silver shotgun from the ground, turned around and walked to the door of the room, and Luka did not dare to hesitate at all. He held the huge double-edged axe, avoided the magic trap under his feet, and followed me closely.

This kind of decisiveness was developed when hunting the Storm Star tribe barbarians in winter. Sometimes, when encountering a powerful barbarian warrior that you can't match, you have to retreat without hesitation. In the most critical moment, you even need to throw away all the supplies. Our team can stand out from the El City Falcon Team and become the most famous team in the El City Falcon Circle. It is not only because we have the magic scroll of "Frost Nova", but also for certain other reasons.

Turning around, I saw Moraya standing at the door of the room. She was carrying the pale Sophie on her back. At this time, Sophie had woken up. She lay on Moraya's back and looked at me gratefully.

Princess Shailee stood beside Moraya.

Luka and I came to the side of the cabin door in the room. Outside was the corridor of the airship. It was estimated that there would be some rebel crew members in the corridor who wanted to catch us. I said to Luka at this time: "Luka, you come to open the way, and we will kill our way out."

"Okay!" Luka never hesitated to my words.

On the other side of the wall where Luka had broken a big hole, more and more rebel crew members gathered. They surrounded the ice wall, trying to rescue their companions in the ice wall, and some wanted to break the ice wall and rush in to kill us.

I turned my head and smiled faintly at the hole in the wall. Sister Guoguo's water element spirit stood beside me, watching me draw a very simple magic pattern array attentively. The desire for knowledge in Sister Guoguo's eyes became extremely strong.

As a series of magic spells came out of my mouth, at the last moment, I gently uttered a "pop" sound from my mouth.

The ice wall blocking the hole in the wall collapsed and shattered into a piece of ice powder in the sound of my spell!

And our group of five took advantage of the chaos to rush out of the cabin.