My Magic Age

Last night, Old Kuru taught me the complete anti-magic and told me that he didn't know if it would work, after all, this was a human learning the magic of the Orcs. Although I was not the first, no one had ever succeeded before, and I was the one with the best chance of success.

I sat in the tent and thought for half a night. Sometimes I felt that the conversation between Old Kuru and me had already surpassed the scope of a conversation with a 7-year-old child.

The life span of an ordinary orc is usually less than 60 years, so the orcs are very precocious. Generally, 12-year-old children of the Orcs will participate in the coming-of-age ceremony, which is equivalent to 18 years old for humans.

I don't know why Old Kuru always likes to say things to me that are always difficult for me to understand. Doesn't he understand that according to the human 7-year-old child, he has just passed the babbling stage, or is still in a confused cognition of the world?

Old Kuru always believes that it is the guidance of the Beast God that led us to meet. I looked at the sudden spring rain outside the tent and felt a lot.

In the corner of the tent was the old man sleeping peacefully with his body hunched over. The wrinkles on his face were like the crisscrossing gullies on the Loess Plateau. It was obvious that he was once tall and strong, but the passing of time after old age drained his flesh and blood, and he was so thin that his skin was wrapped around his bones.

But the only thing that remained unchanged over the years was the faith in his heart, the heart that fought for the prosperity of the beastmen.

The skill of anti-magic is a continuous consumption magic skill. It is a primary magic skill that is so simple that it can be cast without any chanting, but it is difficult for me because I can't "stop time".

There is no way to circulate the magic power in my body along the meridians of my body at will. I can't control these at all. I am not even a magic apprentice without magic awakening, so how can I engrave a magic circle in my body?

According to Old Kuru's theory, when the human race awakens, the magic apprentice will initially form a magic pool in his body. After learning to meditate, he can guide the magic power in his body to circulate along the meridians of the body, and finally form a preliminary cycle. The endless magic power will continue to grow and slowly accumulate in the magic pool.

But once the human race magician forms such a magic cycle, he will never have the opportunity to learn the magic of the orcs, because the orc magic created violates this magic cycle. Their magic method is to gather magic from the limbs of the body into the magic core, and then accumulate and break through continuously.

Only a freak like me who has not yet formed a magic pool but already has the power of fire element seems to have a slight possibility of learning the magic of the orcs.

I think Old Kuru talked for most of the night, but he probably didn't think I could understand his words. In the end, he repeated the words that warned me countless times, that is, before the awakening ceremony, I, who had a magical physique, was just a piece of sweet cheese in the eyes of some evil magicians. Hiding my talent and bloodline and making myself more ordinary would be the best protection color.

The first step I had to learn was how to guide the magic to gather on my fingertips and draw a magic circle with my hands.

According to the methods that Old Kuru told me and the magic circle pattern drawn on the parchment, I tried to concentrate and let the fire element burning in my body gather to my fingers. I felt that the burning sensation in my body was relieved a little, and my fingertips suddenly became hot. The weak orange-red light was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, which seemed extremely unstable. The orange magic circle drawn in the air did not even last for 1 second before it dissipated in the air.

There is no way. The violent magic with fire attribute in my body will make the magic power I have gathered extremely unstable. Now I can't even maintain the magic power on my fingertips.

Watching the dawn, the night rain stopped at some point. A white light band lit up on the eastern horizon, and then the scorching sun suddenly jumped up, and the entire earth horizon was completely covered.

I sighed secretly. It seems that I can only continue to study this anti-magic tomorrow night.

I took out a football-sized piece of charcoal from the woven bag outside the tent, picked up the hammer next to it and knocked it into fist-sized pieces. I squatted on the ground and threw the broken charcoal into the mud stove. The charcoal fire in your stove was almost burned out. Only weak sparks were fanned by my fan. After a moment, the charcoal fire in the mud stove started burning again.

Fill the black iron pot with water and place it on the mud stove. This is the first thing I do every morning. I didn't sleep all night last night, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. So I decided not to sleep any more. I lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent to breathe the fresh air after the rain.

The rain last night made the grass wet, and there were puddles everywhere. As long as you walk around the camp, the rain-soaked grass will make your trouser legs wet. At this time, you can only wear dry leather pants to feel better.

Uncle Fred walked leisurely from the dance troupe camp. He looked energetic. In the caravan, there are not many people who can find mistresses in the dance troupe. Uncle Fred is also quite capable. I have never seen what his mistress looks like, but I heard Uncle Fred brag that she is a young and tender girl, and she is also a very prestigious maid under a big star of the dance troupe.

"Hey, good morning, Jijia!"

"Good morning, Uncle Fred!" I tried my best to look good, because that is the best way for every child to protect himself. No one would hate a good child, right?

Fred concealed his embarrassment. After all, it was not allowed by the caravan master and the dance troupe lady to be found sleeping with the girl from the dance troupe, so Fred quietly returned to the caravan camp before dawn. When Fred passed me by, he thought of something, suddenly held my shoulders and leaned down and said to me: "Jijia, the caravan will be resting at Fanxing Lake these days. If there is nothing else during the day, "Would you like to go to the pasture with me to try your luck, maybe you can meet a few magic antelopes."

"You want to take me out hunting?" I said a little excitedly.

Fred looked at me with disdain and then snorted slowly: "What are you thinking about? Can you ride a horse or pull an ironwood bow? We just went to show the adventure group a pile of things. Do you understand the pile? ? Forget it, I don’t understand what I’m telling you, kid. Pack up early and bring the skinning knife I prepared for you. I’ll talk to the leader of the adventure group later.”

"Okay! Uncle Fred, do you want to eat something first?" I agreed, then added some water to the stew that was left in the iron pot, put it on the clay stove, and cut the black bread into triangles. They were neatly stacked on the rim of the pot, and the heavy wooden lid with a burnt hole in it was fastened.

Fred touched his belly, glanced at the iron pot with joy on his face, smiled, and asked me: "The leftovers from yesterday?"

"kindness!"

"I heard that you and Kuz made some kind of stew yesterday, which made the guys in the caravan almost unable to get up from the bed? What good thing is so fragrant? Uncle, I haven't caught a piece of meat yet. Well, you still have intentions, you know "Leave some leftovers for uncle." Uncle Fred rubbed his hands and spoke imperial slang that made me dizzy. There was a faint smell of vanilla on his body, which was sweet. I think it must be that woman's.

Soon the water in the iron pot began to heat up, melting the frost-like fat from the stewed meat in the pot, and the aroma slowly began to emerge.

Kuz had picked out very few vermicelli in the pot, but there were no forks, chopsticks or other tools in this world. Everyone used a spoon to eat, and the smallest spoon was about the size of an egg, making it heavy to hold.

The edge of the gradually getting hot pot toasted the neatly cut black bread slightly, and the faint aroma of wheat from the fire lured Kurtz out of the tent. Although he was still sleepy, his cuteness His big nose twitched slightly, guiding Kurtz as if he was sleepwalking, which was a bit ridiculous.

The three of them were sitting around the clay oven, not afraid of the heat. They just held the brown bread in one hand and a big spoon in the other hand. You take a spoonful and I will take a spoonful. He divided up the stew in the soup pot like a whirlwind.

The devout orc shaman only drinks a cup of hot water and eats two or three pieces of dry and cold meat every morning. Old Kuru will not eat anything too greasy in the morning, so naturally he did not join my ranks.

He just told me and Kuz not to go hunting with the adventure group, especially to keep an eye on this boy Kuz. He always wanted to hunt a magic antelope in the playground, but even if it was just a herbivorous antelope, , but it is also the lowest level of Warcraft. When it becomes angry, it can even pierce the skin of a rhinoceros with its sharp long horns.

Soon after, accompanied by the angry morning sun, I followed Uncle Fred and some leather craftsmen in the caravan, followed the adventure group in several ox carts, and headed deeper into the playground.

The heads of the two adventure groups borrowed the oxen from the dance troupe ladies. There were a total of 5 oxcarts followed by more than 20 horses. Only then did I have the opportunity to sit on the oxcart and carefully look at the mysterious adventure groups. member.

Kurtz and I were squeezed in the middle of the oxcart. The adults were worried that we would be thrown off by the bumpy oxcart, and special care was given to the thin people.

Everyone was beaming, it was one of the few opportunities to make extra money during the trip.

The hunters in the adventure group will hunt down the valuable monsters on the grassland, and then quickly dismember them by the skilled thin-skinned masters on the oxcart, and all valuable things will be well processed.

There are not only magic antelopes in this group of grasslands, but there are more of them. In fact, there are other more aggressive monsters, such as prairie wind wolves, salamanders, flying squirrels, etc.

The numbers of these two adventure groups are actually not that equal. One of them is a team of six people. Their captain is a demon hunting archer. He wears soft leather armor with exquisite magic patterns on his body. The armor was also wrapped with a tattered linen cloak, making it difficult for me to see the full extent of the leather armor.

A giant longbow as tall as a person was wrapped in white cloth like a mummy. Only the hard leather Ji'an pot with gold rim around the waist looked extremely exquisite. The feathers of each arrow were exposed, neat and fiery red. .

Kurtz told me that they were the tail feathers of the Fire Eagle, which were very precious and would add some fire damage to the arrows. Seeing the drooling look in Kuz's eyes, I think the leader probably doesn't want to know that there is a hairless orc boy who has been thinking about his pot of feather arrows!

The only ranger in their team is very familiar with me. Just seven months ago, when our caravan passed through the New Siakis Mountains, this adventure group found a geomaniac deep in the mountains. That bear once almost died. It killed Kurtz, and Kurtz also stole a jar of honey for me right under the nose of that bear.

Based on this clue, the adventure group found the violent earth bear that had just advanced to a level 2 monster. I didn't hear them talk about the hunting process. According to Old Kuru, almost everyone was injured. In the end, The most serious one was Tia, the ranger in the team. This young man had one of his legs broken by a bear claw.

Tia's leg was seriously injured. Not only was the femur broken, but many of the tendons were torn and ruptured, but for Old Kuru, an expert in herbal medicine, it was not a big deal.

At that time, I was so frightened that I burst into tears for no apparent reason. In fact, I didn’t really want to cry at that time, but I just couldn’t hold it back. When I thought about living in this wild world, I would inevitably get hurt in the future, and I felt so sad in my heart. Will be very scared.

Tia is the only member of this team who is good at scouting and concealment. She is also kind to children. I often chat with him, so I know a thing or two about this team. The remaining four team members are warrior Jianbach. The swordsman Duolunlie, the water magician Guoguo, and the warrior Yue Lun.

Even though this team has fewer people, they are all masters who have successfully registered in the guild. They are far more elite than the other adventure group, which has more than half of the apprentice-level members.

Speaking of which, we have to talk about the levels of professions in this world adventure group.

Occupations were initially divided into magic and warriors, and warriors were subdivided into shield warriors, swordsmen, archers, assassins, rangers and many other series.

Take the position of archer as an example. Warriors who first entered the war school system and studied archery are called apprentice archers. When all indicators meet the requirements of the Archer Guild, they can apply for an archer certificate from the union after passing the examination. This certificate does not mean that After hard work, anyone who successfully graduates from the Zhan Zhan College can get it.

Each war profession has a very strict level system, and there are rigid indicators for each level of archers.

Each level of archer has very clear standards in terms of attack distance, arrow speed, and accuracy. The examination is very strict. Only warriors who can obtain the certificate are qualified to form an adventure team.

Tia rode a strong ancient Bolai horse and ran over from a distance. He raised the short bow in his hand to signal me, and I nodded to him.

He rode very fast, passing our carriage like a whirlwind, and caught up with the leader of the adventure group in front of the team. It seemed that he must have good news.

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, the large army was ordered to stop, and more than half of the two adventure groups ran out of the team and rushed towards the direction from which Tia came, leaving only four adventurers. The regiment members guarded the large troops and were on standby.

I didn't know what happened. Uncle Fred said to me and Kurtz very experiencedly: "We are really lucky. We met the big guy as soon as we walked out, which made the two adventure groups go out in full force. I'm afraid he was prey." Not too young, haha, you two, Jijia and Kuz, will help me later."

"Skin it off, what's so hard about it?" Kurtz said angrily from the side.

"Hey, boy, you usually come into contact with some wild beasts. How can ordinary beasts compare with Warcraft? Even the most basic Warcraft, it is very difficult to cut their leather. There is a lot of knowledge in this."

Fred laughed, not paying attention to what Kurtz said. Then he quietly said to the two of us: "Orcs are born with strength. Even if the knife is not fast, they can cut through tough leather. Jijia, you must learn more from me. I am good at leathermaking, but I dare not say that I am good at other aspects." What a superior place, but right I have some experience in recognizing textures. A few days ago, Old Kuru suddenly wanted me to teach you two boys. I agreed. Who in our caravan does not owe Old Kuru a favor? It depends on how much he can understand? You two boys, don't worry."