My Magic Age

At the end of the valley passage is the first line of defense set up by the orcs to block the barbarians on the ice and snow tundra. The barbarian army will face a serious supply crisis after passing through the long road of death and the valley passage with almost no food supplement. It is very unreliable to transport food and grass from the road of death. Therefore, no barbarian coalition has ever successfully conquered this place. This place is called the high fortress that will never be lost.

The seven or eight meter high log wall tightly blocks one side of the two hundred meter wide valley passage. Under several thirty-meter high watchtowers, the blood-red orc tribal flags flutter in the strong wind. Huge slingshots are arranged on the walls rammed with loess, and giant stones as high as a hill are piled on one side. These huge stones can easily flatten the magic caravan. On the steep ridges on both sides, huge stone forts are built every ten meters. I can even clearly see the cold eyes of the orc warriors inside.

Catalina and I leaned over the window and looked out, watching the caravan's Master Leipas write to the orc warriors guarding the checkpoint. I couldn't help but wrap my fingers around a strand of her hair and play with it, smelling the perfume on her hair. Catalina seemed to enjoy the inexplicable ambiguity with me. It wasn't an ambiguity, at best it was just a game between a big girl and a little boy.

Finally, when it was almost noon, the caravan completely passed the fortress checkpoint.

Our magic caravan slowly drove into the Yemen Fortress along the ten-meter-wide loess rammed main road, passing the fifty-meter-long central main road. On both sides of the road were seven-meter-high log walls, which looked a bit like the layout of a city wall. When the convoy passed through the main road of the fortress full of oppressive atmosphere and passed through the Yemen Fortress, I could see clearly that there were many low stone houses built close to the fortress to the south of the tall fortress. They looked like ordinary residents' houses, but these houses were built without any rules. They were crowded together in twos and threes, making it almost impossible for this stronghold that was larger than a village and smaller than a town to have a completely straight road.

I let Katarina hold me and stand on the horizontal bar of the guardrail at the door of the caravan. She supported my body so that I could see farther. This was the first time I saw the stronghold of the orc tribe. It was very distinctive. It looked more like a stone fortress. They were all similar prototype buildings. They were built with some large cobblestones. The stone walls were filled with mud and dry grass. The stone huts became narrower and narrower as they went up. Finally, the roof was closed with a lid made of thatch. The whole hut had no windows, only poor door frames. Some huts even had no doors, only a piece of dry beast skin hanging on them. Several orc children, wearing only leather skirts around their waists and braiding all kinds of strange braids, sat in front of their homes to bask in the sun. Their clear eyes were full of curiosity about our caravan, but no one was willing to come forward to watch. There were some household garbage piled on both sides of the streets in the stronghold, emitting a stinky and strange smell. I could see the fear in the eyes of the orcs in the stronghold when they saw the Thunder Rhino Team.

The first impression I had here was poverty and shabbiness. It seemed that they couldn't be poorer. Except for a pile of stones picked up from the river, they had almost nothing. The second impression was decadence and negativity. These half-grown orc children would rather sit on the stones in front of their homes to bask in the sun. No one was willing to clean up the streets or go hunting in the wild. They seemed to only know how to wait. I didn't find the shadow of Kuz in them, a warrior who loves life, nature, and is full of struggle and fighting spirit like Kuz.

"This is the shantytown of war slaves. Those are the descendants of war slaves. They have no future. They are just waiting to fight and die on the battlefield one day." Qi Ge stood beside me at this time and explained to me: "Real orc soldiers and their families live in the fortress, or in Yemen Town a few kilometers away from here. Oh, there is a free market there. Will you accompany me to visit it later?"

I was thinking about finding a free market to see if there were any bows for sale there, ready to buy one for Kuz. When I heard that Qi Ge also wanted to visit the orc free market, I immediately agreed and said, "Okay, I just want to go there."

"By the way, meet your brother so that we can talk about forming a group." Qi Ge added at the end. Her voice was as beautiful as her, and her eyes that could speak sparkled like gems. A veil covered her face, which was so white and tender that it was almost fragile. Her long black hair had turned chestnut. I clearly remember that when I first saw her, her hair was wine red, which set off her charming eyes, and she was as beautiful as a fairy. Later, when I met her one morning on the Road of Death, her hair had turned black. At that time, her beautiful face and slightly thin figure, wearing a coarse cotton dress, made me think she was a little dancer with no status in the dance troupe. But now she was wearing tight blue deerskin armor, which set off her slender figure. She was wearing magic antelope leather boots, and a bronze sword engraved with complex magic patterns was hung on the belt around her waist. I could even feel the magic fluctuations on the sword without using magic perception.

Seeing that she was already dressed and ready to go, what else could I say?

Fortunately, Qige always deliberately makes herself plainer. Just like now, she looks more like the sister next door. Her appearance can only be regarded as beautiful and delicate, and her figure is also set off by leather armor. She looked thin, her hair was simply combed into a ponytail, and she didn't wear any accessories. She stood quietly next to Catalina and me, and people unconsciously ignored her presence. I looked at the magic sword that was more than two feet long hanging on her waist, and I tried to persuade her: Sister, please don't be so showy.

I swear, I really said this in my heart. At that time, I was still standing on the beam of the guardrail at the door. Katerina supported me behind me to prevent me from being knocked down by the slow-moving caravan, and held my waist with both hands. She also looked at the orc-style houses with me outside. I knew that she was also full of curiosity about the orc tribe. After all, she also had one-eighth of the orc blood flowing through her body.

"How about I change to a dagger? I also have a Swordbreaker in my collection. It shouldn't be so public." Qige said calmly.

I was shocked after hearing this, opened my eyes wide and asked her: "Miss Qi, can you see what I am thinking? Can you read minds?"

Qige gritted her silver teeth and gave me a bored look, snorting in a nasal voice: "When you look at my magic sword, your eyebrows are pulled together. Don't I know what you are thinking?"

I immediately fell silent.

The caravan walked south along the road for five or six kilometers, and finally arrived at the small town of Yemen built behind gentle mounds.

Standing on a mound covered with Elaeagnus shrubs, you can have a panoramic view of the small town of Yemen under the slope. This is a slightly desolate and depressed town without even a simple wall. The entire town is about four square kilometers in size. Uneven square stone houses are lined up on both sides of the wide streets. Many of the rows of stone houses have plastered walls. It is made of Sanhe soil, and the building has simple wooden windows with thin cowhide window paper stretched on the window frames. The wooden doors of each stone house are made very thick, like a standing stone slab. There are only two main streets in the entire town, which intersect in the center of the town in a cross shape. The stone houses here become more dilapidated and low the closer they are built to the edge. At the edge, there are even some abandoned stone houses that have been buried by the wind and sand, leaving only the roofs covered with grass.

Some orcs could be seen coming and going on the street. When they saw the caravan appearing on the mound, they all started talking to each other. Some strong orc warriors even walked out of the stone houses with weapons and looked at us coldly. caravan. Judging from the architecture of the town, the maximum population of this town should not exceed 15,000 people. We were worried about unnecessary misunderstandings, so the caravan detoured down the slope and camped on the flat wasteland on the west side of the town, because there was a well on the west side of the town, and the people and animals in the caravan needed drinking water. .

What caught our attention most in the town was the free market in the central square of the town.

When Catalina heard that she was going to the market, she had already changed into her sarong and followed Qige. We just waited for the caravan to stop, then jumped out of the caravan to join Kuz who was waiting outside. The four of us walked toward Ye Ye Walk to the small town. Kurtz looked very excited, probably feeling like he was going home. He kept pointing to the buildings everywhere and introducing them to me. Only then did I learn from him that this town was originally just a Yemen fortress. The logistics supply office outside, because the orc garrison here occasionally exchanged military supplies for some daily necessities and meat, slowly began to gather orcs from scattered small tribes around here, and they would bring the prey they hunted in exchange for some food and meat. Salt slowly evolved into a town dominated by a free market.

When passing by the well made of huge granite strips, I looked curiously at the orc women squatting by the well washing clothes. They were all wearing thin linen shorts and skirts, and tough and durable clothes outside. The cowhide sleeveless blouse and leather stockings, with the whole body tied with scattered cowhide straps, are full of exotic style. These orc women have coarser hair and thicker facial contours. They are tall, with thick hands and feet, and slightly darker skin. They have braids on their heads. When they look at us, their eyes are bright and full of fear. , it can be seen that their folk customs are simple and tough. Several orc children were also playing with them at the edge of the well. Seeing them reminded me of Kurtz's innocent and cute appearance when he was a child.

Unexpectedly, when they looked at Kurtz, they would all smile kindly. There was even an enthusiastic orc aunt squatting by the well and shouting to Kurtz: "Orc boys from far away, do you want some sweet well water from the bayou? Where are you from? Are you here to trade with the caravan? "

Kurtz stopped and replied politely: "Thank you for your kindness, Mammy. We came from the Black Iron City of the distant dwarf king Stan, and we came to trade with the Gurudin tribe. Passing by here, I want to see the products in the market.”

"We have the largest free market in Yemen Town within a hundred miles. Go, kid. I wish you good luck." The voice of the orc woman was rich and kind. When speaking the orc language, she always emphasized the final sound, which made me feel regional. The charm of language.