My Magic Age

I stared at the barbarian who was squatting on the ground and could still look at me. He was really too tall.

I stood in front of Jacob, feeling a sense of oppression that I might be crushed at any time.

The slave collar on his neck was worn yellow and orange, and the pattern of the magic inscription on the collar became a little blurred, but the magic fluctuations contained in the magic pattern have never changed. Signing a slave contract means that life and death are dominated by others.

I can't imagine what the quartermaster in El City would think when bringing these 600 barbarians who lost their left ears to the battlefield.

Looking at the black magic pattern on his face, it covered his face like vines.

I asked him, "Do you want to be a group of real warriors?"

He proudly puffed out his chest, his strong body was like a wall in front of me, his cold triangular eyes stared at me, his eyes were full of angry fire, his chest rose and fell violently, like a wild bull, he restrained his anger and said to me, "Every barbarian here is the best warrior."

"Excellent? - Do you really think you are like this?" I asked him with a smile on my lips.

"Of course!" Jacob said with his chest puffed out, even if he was a barbarian slave, he had his own pride.

He beat his thick chest with his fists, making a dull sound.

I said to the barbarian Jacob, "I don't want a reckless man who only knows how to rush forward. Instead of taking you to the battlefield to die, it's better to stay in the valley and dig stones for me."

After saying this, I turned around and took Kalancuo out of the logging field.

Jacob wanted to get up and catch up, but was stopped by the orc supervisor in the lumberyard: "Squat down! All of you squat down!"

The whip whistle landed on the strong back of the barbarian slave, leaving faint blood marks.

The slave collar also tightly strangled Jacob's neck. He became extremely difficult to breathe and his face turned purple. This pain made the barbarian Jacob fierce. Under the stimulation of pain, his face became a little hideous. He stretched out his hand to grab the slave collar and wanted to tear the copper ring.

But when his hand just touched the slave collar, suddenly, his whole body twitched violently as if he was electrocuted.

He bent his waist and lay on the ground like a cooked shrimp.

There was some commotion among the other barbarians in the lumberyard. They no longer sat on the stumps to rest, but surrounded Jacob.

"Snap!"

A sharp whip whistle sounded in the air, and the orc supervisor raised the long whip in his hand, ran up with big strides, and blocked the crowd.

He raised his foot and kicked the barbarian in the front of the leg, knocking him to the ground, while shouting at the top of his voice: "Squat down, all of you squat down."

"Is this the so-called rights you want to fight for?"

I stopped, looked back at the chaos behind me with a cold face, and turned to Jacob, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Kalancuo, who was standing next to me, had taken off the two-handed sword behind her. Although these barbarians had signed a slave contract, she was still worried about accidents.

Jacob's face had turned purple and black, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, eye sockets, nostrils, and earlobes.

He lay on the ground, stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to stop the barbarian slaves who had become extremely impulsive.

"Do you want to stand up and be a warrior?"

I walked back step by step and said to him: "You can't be considered a warrior at all. You are impulsive, reckless, and have a bad temper..."

I squatted in front of Jacob and recited a short spell to calm the surge of mana on the slave collar.

Jacob was lying on the ground, his hands on his chest, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on me.

"What? Do you think I said too much?" I reached out and patted his rough face.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his fierce eyes seemed to want to swallow me up.

I was not afraid of these barbarian slaves, after all, I personally captured them from the outskirts of El City. I said to him: "Are you not convinced? Okay, I'll give you a chance."

He was lying on the ground, his breath had gradually stabilized, but he was still staring at me silently.

I smiled and said to him: "I'll give you a chance to challenge me, but if you fail, then you'll just dig stones for me!"

He looked a little hesitant, probably because he still remembered my ice magic and didn't want to be frozen into an ice sculpture again.

I looked at him with contempt, and pointed at Kalancuo beside me and said: "Or you can challenge her?"

Jacob struggled to sit up from the ground.

At this moment, unfortunately, before I could finish my words, a reckless barbarian slave came around me and looked at us in amazement.

He seemed to be in a state of panic before Kalancuo punched him in the stomach. With just one punch, the barbarian weighing 600 to 700 kilograms was knocked off the ground with both feet.

‘Ah! ’ The barbarian slave screamed, but his tragic fate was not over yet. Kalancuo also flew into the air. She quickly pressed her hands on the barbarian’s broad shoulders, followed by an extremely fierce ‘knee strike’.

Her knees were wrapped in the Spider Warlord’s hard leather armor knee pads, and with a fierce sound of breaking through the air, she hit the barbarian slave’s chin fiercely.

The barbarian slave tilted his head back, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood and two broken molars, and it seemed that there was a crisp fracture sound from the cervical vertebrae.

When Kalancuo landed beside me easily and took the double-edged sword stuck in the ground again, the reckless barbarian slave fell on his back and fainted.

For a moment, the whole logging yard became silent.

The barbarian tribe is a world where the strong are respected.

Almost every barbarian here has tasted the taste of ice magic, so they will not think of challenging me before their strength increases.

Similarly, when Jacob saw Kalancuo's violent side, the hope in his eyes was disillusioned again.

There was only the wind passing through the woods and the rustling of leaves around me.

In the distance, there were the sounds of little Ella and Deborah playing. Deborah was just like a child, following little Ella like a little tail all day long.

I stood up straight, looked down at Jacob, the barbarian slave who was half lying on the ground, and said to him: "Or... you can accept the training I arranged like the warriors of the Green Empire. If you can complete the training, I can consider giving you the opportunity to participate in the battle."

The emotions on the faces of these barbarian slaves finally fluctuated significantly, and they became a little eager to try.

When I turned around, the barbarian slaves cheered as if they had won.

I turned around again and looked at the barbarian slaves who had won their rights and said to them: "I will give you a piece of advice. Although those trainings are the most basic for our warriors, they will be extremely difficult for you barbarians. Of course, I hope you can give up and honestly stay in the quarry to dig stones... or just die!"

Walked out of the lumberyard with Kalancuo.

I suddenly thought of Knight Disraeli, the head of the heavy armored infantry regiment in the Yello plane. I don't know how he is doing in the Yello plane now. For the most basic training of warriors, I think no one is more suitable than him.

"Are you really going to train those barbarians?" Kalancuo stretched her body, and the hard leather armor like a corset made her already bulging breasts more upright. When she stretched out her hands to expand her chest, the peaches almost jumped out of the breastplate.

Seeing that I was a little dazed, Kalancuo's beeswax-like face turned slightly red.

I said to her: "Then arrange these barbarian slaves to carry sleepers in the underground caves. When Bernd is free, let him sort them out. These barbarians still need a long time to hone, otherwise they will be just a mess on the battlefield."

I don't advocate individual heroism. Although each barbarian is very powerful individually, if they can't work together on the battlefield, they can't resist the charge of the Construct Knight.

I touched the genuine Earl's medal on my chest and continued, "In other words, if these barbarian slaves still don't change much after training, they won't do much on the battlefield. I don't want to release them from Xinliu Valley at the risk of being complained by the quartermaster of El City."

When I think of the irritability, impulsiveness and unruliness of the barbarians, I immediately think of the Yero natives.

They are exactly the opposite of the barbarians. They are simple, honest, hardworking, and like to accumulate daily knowledge in life. If they are willing to train them, they should be a group of obedient warriors.

I looked at Kalancuo and said, "Actually, have you noticed that the natives of the Yero plane have good physical fitness? I think training them into a reserve army of archers should be pretty good. What do you think?"

Kalancuo listened very carefully, "Jijia, have you noticed that these natives of the Yero plane prefer wooden weapons? There are a lot of ironwood in this forest. We can cut some to make ironwood hard bows, and thinner branches can also be used to make arrow shafts. Hey, why did you suddenly think of this?"

I naturally won't have any fault with Kalancuo I didn't want to hide it, so I said, "I plan to travel to the Vashj plane during the two months of summer vacation. It's not very peaceful there either, so it's always better to be prepared."

Kalancuo asked me curiously, "Why did you suddenly think of going to the Vashj plane? Didn't you want to go to the Emerald Bay of Palestina before?"

I told Kalancuo about meeting the dean on the night of the summer festival. The Endless Sea is completely controlled by the Naga clan. It is impossible to find the sea monster in this sea area. If you want to find the soul horn, you can only have a glimmer of hope in the Vashj plane.

Yes, at least the Vashj plane can still give me a glimmer of hope in my heart.

"No wonder you are willing to spend so much money to make such an exquisite magic pattern structure for me. I was quite touched at first, but now..." Kalancuo glanced at me indifferently, quickly came over, kissed me gently on the cheek, and then whispered: "I am also very touched. Thank you for your gift, Jijia."

Hearing Kalancuo say this, I realized that it seems that I have never bought any serious gifts for Kalancuo. Perhaps the only time was when I had a meal with her in a high-end restaurant with plateau flavors, but at the end of that meal, it was disrupted by someone, which was a bit regrettable.

After passing through a piece of ironwood forest, I saw a group of Yingli people quietly waiting for us beside the mountain road of the circular valley. This is the only way to the circular valley, and I hurriedly walked up.

Looking up at the high mountains above, the towering ancient trees dot the entire undulating mountains with emerald green. It is majestic, quiet and beautiful, and several peaks are even towering into the clouds. Only this road can go all the way to the pass, where there is still the foundation of a mountain city, but it has never been built. I need an architect who is proficient in architectural design to help me plan this mountain city well.

Helena ran over with her long skirt, hugged my arm, and walked back with a smile.

Catalina was chatting with Ying Li, and the two stood there talking and laughing.

I didn't expect that the two of them were so familiar with each other. On the contrary, Qi Ge and Ying Li should have known each other a long time ago. There is Prince of Wales as a bond between the two of them. Then, as Qi Ge's most beloved personal maid, it is not difficult to understand that Ying Li knows Catalina.

What's more, two years ago, Prince of Wales always thought that Catalina would marry Qi Ge as a dowry, but unfortunately that beautiful dream is now shattered.

We turned into a forest path, with trees on both sides blocking some of the light. The road became narrower and steeper.

The breeze blew on my face, the mountain flowers swayed, and I saw a few small poplars on the road, some of which crossed the path.

After reaching the top of the mountain, the air was much cooler but full of fragrant aromas. Wild flowers bloomed brilliantly in the grass. We passed through a narrow canyon with high cliffs on both sides. I just want to build a mountain city here to block the only passage to the circular valley.

Ying Li looked at the giant stones and couldn't help asking me in amazement: How did they get up there?

We didn't stay at the pass for long, but passed through the canyon on the cliff. We turned a corner and the view became wider.

In front of us is a circular valley. Looking around, a quiet river flows through the mountains, and the mountains rise and fall, like an ancient oil painting by Joseph.

There are a few small islands scattered in the lake. The pine trees and layers of shrubs on the islands add a bit of tranquility to the place. The grassy area illuminated by the sun extends all the way to the white stone path and stretches into the distance.

The lake is oval in shape. The surface of the lake closest to them is sparkling, while the cliffs in the distance are gloomy and dark. There is a larger island at one end of the lake. There are giant round arched stone bridges standing in the green. These arched stone bridges have a span of several hundred meters at the shortest and several kilometers at the longest, which is quite unique.

These are the roots of the dead world tree. Because the entire Xinliu Valley is broken into nine sections and the ground veins are broken, the roots buried underground will be revealed...