My Magic Age

News came from the front that the adventure group had found a lair of prairie wind wolves, and we were ordered to drive the ox cart to a higher slope not far ahead to wait.

There were a dozen people left, including three members of the adventure group. They stayed to ensure our safety.

While chatting with Kurtz, Uncle Fred sat aside and boasted that he had skinned a saber-toothed tiger, and the reward was a piece of tiger bone. Later, he asked someone to prepare a wound medicine, and the medicine was very effective. It is surprisingly good, but unfortunately there is not much powder, and there is not even a pack left.

Uncle Fred sighed: That is a life-saving thing. The old masters in other cars also started to chat together. There is always a story in every caravan, and most of the men gathered together and it was easy to talk about women.

As for me, a child who is only 7 years old, no matter how mentally mature I am, I have no interest in talking to them about this. So he pulled Kurtz onto another bullock cart, and the two of them lay side by side and looked at the clouds in the sky.

The three members of the adventure group who stayed to guard us were two men and one woman. I was a little confused about their occupations, but I knew that the two young men wearing leather armor must be warriors, but they did not have bows and arrows, only on the right side of their buttocks. There was a heavy Roman sword hanging on it, and there wasn't even a decent shield.

The figure is not tall, but it can be seen that the skills are very strong, the clothes are clean and tidy, and there is a cotton shirt under the leather armor, and a red scarf tied around the neck. The two of them are trying to find some interesting topics to please the crowd. The female mage, a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old with chestnut hair, always had a straight face and was unsmiling.

The long and boring wait actually made me slowly fall asleep while lying on the bullock cart.

Maybe it's because I didn't sleep all night last night. I fell asleep and woke up, and I didn't sleep well.

Suddenly I heard the noise getting louder and louder. I opened my eyes drowsily and saw Uncle Fred and the people in the caravan surrounding me. Uncle Fred pushed me awake and asked: "Ji Jia, these guys said there was something like noodles in the stew yesterday, why didn’t I eat it?”

"Huh?" I had just been shaken awake, and I was still a little confused about the situation.

"Haha, Uncle Fred. I ate those vermicelli last night, and there was only some meat left..." Kurtz giggled at the side.

"What are vermicelli?" Fred asked Kurtz directly.

Kuz thought for a long time, but didn't organize his words and just said: "Vermicelli is just for food, it's delicious, isn't it?"

Now that this issue has been mentioned, of course I have to explain it according to the words agreed with Old Kulu yesterday, so I pulled Kuz aside who couldn't explain clearly, and continued his words: "That's what Teacher Kulu found. He said that the orcs call it 'vermicelli'. I don't know what tree it grows on, but it has always been the food of the orcs."

Regarding my words, Fred rolled his eyes, obviously not believing it.

Kurtz was very dissatisfied with me saying that old man Kulu had found those sweet potatoes.

He obviously found it all!

Of course I understood what it meant. Seeing that he was about to speak, I kicked him hard, causing him to scream in pain.

"Kuz, do you often eat this...uh...vermicelli?" Fred asked a little suspiciously. He had never seen Old Kuru eat this thing in the past few years!

"Uh, yes! It's something I often eat in the tribe, but we all boil it with water. It's not as laborious to make as Jijia. You guys seem to never eat this vermicelli," Kuz said in Imperial Language. It was not very good. This paragraph made him think about it for a long time.

What Kurtz said really suits me, although what he wants to express is that our potatoes are usually boiled, peeled and eaten directly.

Aren’t you particularly averse to eating it? The Imperial dialect of Dishu is very convoluted, so Kuz directly said the transliteration of "vermicelli". This explanation was really a stroke of genius.

Compared to the words of the orc children, the uncles in the caravan believed more.

Because in their teenage years, at least they couldn't tell the difference between truth and lies. As long as an orc child spits out his words, most of them can be believed.

And it seems that I am so young, and the people in the caravan will think to themselves: Maybe yesterday's meal was the attention of old Kuru. This old orc wanted to treat everyone to a delicious and authentic meal before arriving at Pai Plateau. The orcs were feasting, and these two little guys were just people who were told to do things.

What can you expect a five-year-old to do? Unexpectedly, the food cooked by this silly-looking orc boy is really delicious.

Everyone thinks so, right? The kid named Jijia was always ordered to serve various vegetables, seasonings and the like, and the orc boy was always the chef. It turned out that the poor and backward orc tribe actually had such delicious food.

So people began to communicate in private again, and there were many people with ideas. After all, this was a business group, and the next stop was the Pai Plateau.

Fred held Kurtz's hand and asked, "Boy, do you still have this in stock? Uncle, I haven't tasted it yet. You have to make another pot for me." ah."

"That's gone. Those things will rot as soon as spring comes, and it will take the whole summer to grow. We only have one bag, and we cooked and ate it yesterday!" Kurtz shook his head repeatedly.

It was almost noon, and a group of uncles chatting next to the carriage were already thirsty. Everyone sat on the grass on the south slope to bask in the sun, and everyone spoke much slower.

The person who is recounting his past experience is a middle-aged uncle named An. His hometown is in Sloit Province, the northernmost part of the Green Continent. It is on the edge of the mountains at the southern foot of the Pai Plateau, where the Baixiang River and the Benma River meet. Together, they flowed out more than 700 miles eastward and then poured into the Endless Sea, which was also the northernmost border city of the Green Empire.

The most famous North Wind Legion in the empire is stationed along the south bank of the river. This is also the first line of defense for the Imperial Legion against the Orc Empire, the Dwarf Empire, and the Ice Barbarians.

At this point, An looked at Kurz apologetically, and then said in a slightly gentle tone: "The soldiers of the current Beifeng Legion have probably not seen a real Orc Wolf Rider for decades. Only since the orcs entered the Pai Plateau to recuperate, Our life has been much easier, and the dwarves are further away. After all, it is not an easy task to climb over the New Siakis Mountains. In recent days, the barbarians on the ice sheet have been a little restless and often enter Our borders are robbed of slaves.”

I heard Old Kuru say that the ice and snow tundra is very vast and covered with snow all year round, but there are different species that grow tenaciously on this ice sheet. Most of the plants there are extremely cold-resistant.

Many herbs are very effective in curing fire poison, but it belongs to the territory of the wilderness human race. Those wilderness giants with an average height of more than 3 meters in adulthood, infinite strength, and running as fast as horses will tear everything apart.

What Old Kuru often talks about is that he hopes to meet a caravan that can give me a few bitter cold wattle leaves in exchange for a few bottles of fire resistance magic potion. Therefore, I have a deep love for the ice barbarians and the ice and snow tundra where they live. Any information would be of great concern.

It was the first time I heard about slave raiding and I was very curious. So he asked Uncle An: "Those barbarians also need slaves, are they not afraid of our army?"

"The defense line is too long. The situation is better westward along the Benma River. There is the Orc Pai Plateau as a natural barrier. The White Elephant and the Benma River have created a fertile northern plain for the Green Empire. However, there are no natural dangers anywhere. Every winter The Benma River is blocked by ice, and there is no natural barrier that can stop the barbarians 700 miles to the east. It is simply impossible for the 800,000 troops stationed by the North Wind Army to stop all the barbarians. "

There is a scar on Uncle An's weathered face, which extends along the left temple to the lower right to the lower jaw. The entire left cheek and lip were cut open by a sharp blade. Although it has healed, it leaves a pink scar. He told everyone ferociously that the knife almost split his head in half. I usually don't dare to look at it.

"Are they robbing women and children?" I asked curiously.

"Hahaha, what do they want women for? Do you expect a barbarian who is more than three meters tall and is shirtless in winter to sleep with a human woman in his arms? Hahahaha, that is something only a noble man can do, barbaric Broly only believes in the strong. They only prey on adult men, sometimes those who are in bad years. They also captured young people who were about to reach adulthood and threw them into the mines of Montenegro until they died." An was a little sad when he said this, and his mood was not stable. He later added: "Before running a business. , my two younger brothers were arrested, and they thought they had killed me, but I survived.”

"They will kill women and children?" I asked again.

Uncle Fred opened his eyes, looked at me, kicked my ass and said, "What are you thinking about at such a young age! Those dirty savages have always treated us like cattle and sheep, and they still expect women to live." Go down and give birth to lambs for them. Barbarians will always kill people randomly. They will only steal food, livestock and strong men. Those things that rob women and children are all done by slave traders."

"Do they eat people?"

"If there is no other food, we will eat when we are hungry, but it's just like, will we eat horses, will we eat those bison or thunder rhinoceros?" Someone in the crowd laughed.

It seems that in this world, we are not at the top of the food chain.

After the two young soldiers on guard were rejected by the female magician, they mingled with us and chatted. The female magician, who was as cold as an iceberg and cared about her words as much as gold, had been watching from the highest point of the hillside. At this time, she was facing We sent a signal.

The men all stood up nervously, and the cows grazing on the side were also hitched to the bullock cart. Only Kurtz and I stood like stupid geese in the panic of the crowd. It was not until Uncle Fred carried me to the bullock cart that I could see a group of people on horseback running deep in the pasture. It was too far away. It was impossible to tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, so everyone had to be on alert.

In just half a cigarette, the crowd began to shout: "They are our adventure group, they are our people!"

"Yes, I can see them bringing their prey back!"

"Woo~~"

The warriors who return victoriously will receive cheers from everyone, and the waiting people will also stare closely at the prey dragged back on horseback. The members of the adventure group will ride tall ancient Bo Lai horses and jump up the hillside. Their skilled horse skills are only slightly With a tug on the reins, the entire wind wolf carried on the horse was thrown off.

This was the first time I saw a prairie wind wolf. I never thought that a wolf would be bigger than an African lion. The wolf was more than three meters long, with a very smooth silver-gray mane. There was an obvious arrow wound in the eye socket of the wolf's head. The arrow had been pulled out. After the wind wolf's eyeball was broken, only a small hole as thick as a little finger was left around it. The white brain and scarlet blood were still oozing out, but when it fell on the wolf skin, it would turn into small blood beads and roll down instantly.

I took a deep breath, thinking that this fur must be worth a lot of money. Kuz, who was standing next to me, also looked at me at this time. We all looked at the dead wind wolf with intact fur with envy.

At this time, Uncle Fred arranged a job for me, and my task was to look at the pile.

Since I followed Old Kuru to study herbal medicine, I began to slowly learn the Orc language and the Imperial language. The Imperial language was actually taught to Kuz and me by Master Pailes himself. He not only required us to speak, but also required us to be literate.

Kuz didn't study very well, but I even took the college entrance examination. Isn't this a small matter for the current intensity of study?

The benefits of knowing words are undoubted, so under the introduction of Uncle Fred, I was hired by the Adventure Group and became the youngest clerk, commonly known as Kan Dui Er.

My task seems simple, but it is quite tedious.

I need to record the situation of each wind wolf before dismemberment on parchment, and then the leader of the adventure group will distribute the wind wolf to the skinning master in the caravan. They will start to keep all the valuable parts of the wind wolf, and the remaining wolf bones and internal organs will be directly discarded.

This hunt has just begun, and a large number of prey will be sent back next. These lowest-level monsters are not worth much even in the empire. Only quantity can make the wallet plump.

For example, I recorded the wind wolf in front of me:

The fur is shiny, undamaged, and one blind adult male wolf. Affiliated to: Wind Chaser Adventure Group

The fur is shiny, there is a seven-centimeter sword wound under the left rib, the right hind leg bone is broken, the fur is seriously damaged, an adult male wolf. Belongs to the Star Adventure Group.

I finally know the names of the two adventure groups and the leaders. The one who is responsible for skinning and assigning tasks is the female mage who doesn't talk much. When I get closer, I can see that her skin is very white, and there are light pink freckles on her fair face. Hey, it seems that many white-skinned women here have light freckles. The nose is straight, the lips are very thin, the chin is pointed, and the face is a little melon seed. The neck is also long, like a proud swan. She speaks very softly and has few words, but what she says is irresistible.

The uncles in the caravan seemed reluctant to talk to her more. Later I learned that this was a matter of identity. The profession of magician is very respected in the Green Empire. Even the initial magician apprentice, as long as he participates in the awakening ceremony and is eligible to enter the magic school, will be automatically promoted to the title of the third-class noble baron.

Uncle Fred taught me how to write a beautiful record, so as not to offend the adventure group or the skinning master.

In addition, I also need to watch the skinning masters open the wind wolf's skull, which is the most important thing. It's like gambling on stones. No one knows whether the wind wolf has a magic core, but as long as one is produced, it is equivalent to the value of a hundred ordinary wind wolves.