My Magic Age

The figure of the lioness leader had not completely disappeared on the horizon. The four of us had already started discussing how to set off. He left us another giant saber, but fled in a panic with the bronze shield on his head. When he was the only one left, when Kuz's bow and arrow were pointed at him, and I stood beside Qi Ge again with a silver-plated shotgun in my hand, the lioness leader abandoned his mount that had been frozen by the ice magic trap under his crotch, threw away the saber that had been dragging in his left hand, and fled desperately on the road he came from with the broken bronze shield on his head.

This lioness bandit leader, whose strength was close to that of warriors like Viru and Baoji, was finally defeated by our magic "frost trap". Without this spell scroll, perhaps we would have won, but I think the battle would definitely be more difficult, and I might not die. However, no one dared to say what the ending would be until the end.

In the last moments, the most unexpected thing for me was the powerful fighting power that Katarina burst out. Her terrifying speed that stunned the werewolf archer Turek was the extreme speed that could make me lose my real vision. And her powerful sword breaker dagger was accidentally triggered by Katarina to open the magic pattern array, and instantly formed a magic blade to complete the broken sword, and this magic blade could actually break away from the broken sword itself and ejected to hurt the enemy.

If not for this, the werewolf archer Turek would never die so quickly.

Five wilderness bandits were buried in this messy wasteland grassland. Even though their valuable leather armor had been severely damaged in the battle, the luggage bags they left behind were not damaged. This time we gathered all the spoils together and found that the most profitable thing on the grassland was not hunting monsters, hunting magic leather or some strange magic cores, nor collecting magic potions, obtaining mysterious magic potions or healing holy medicines, but robbing houses and becoming bandits, or robbing bandits like us.

Although we were forced, the wealth brought to us by this battle and this group of bandits is difficult for us to estimate its value.

The captured weapons alone were piled up in a pile. Two giant sabers more than two meters long and one foot wide were placed at the bottom with wooden box-like scabbards. Three ironwood bows and a broken black iron spear were piled on top of the sabers. Five pots of sharp feather arrows were scattered in a disorderly manner. Kuz looked at the piled ironwood bows with a complicated expression. Did he ever think of the time when we were in Yemen Town half a month ago, in order to collect money to buy an ironwood bow, we even wanted to buy the only bottle of life-saving healing potion on our body. Now, there are three exquisite ironwood bows in front of us. If I want, we can even carry an ironwood bow each.

The robbers didn't have much stuff with them. In addition to a few pieces of raw meat, there were also some gold coins and silver coins in the luggage bag. When they were counted together, there were more than 20 pieces. There were also some valuable magic herbs. Although the number was not large, it made Qi Ge's eyes light up. In addition, we also got a complete fire lizard leather and four magic antelope skins.

The four of us sat on the wolfskin mattress, and a fire scroll was lit in the middle. Kuz held a round stone like a gem in his hand. I felt that it was a bit like a piece of natural amber, dark yellow in color, hard in texture, and there was a strong magic power flowing naturally in it. This stone, which was as big as a pigeon egg, turned out to be a magic core. One hundred low-level magic beasts might not encounter one with a magic core.

Magic cores are usually called magic crystals, which contain rich magic elements. In the magic world, this thing is hard currency. Usually, magicians call the round and pebble-like magic crystals that appear in the bodies of magic beasts magic cores, and the magic crystals that are born in rare magic metal veins magic crystals, but they are actually the same thing. In the magic world, the higher the level of materials, the harder it is to buy. In many cases, gold coins cannot buy high-level magic materials, and magicians prefer to use magic crystals as circulation currency.

And what Kuz has in his hand is such a magic core that contains rich magic power. Qi Ge told us that this magic core alone can maintain the normal operation of the magic caravan for more than half a month. Of course, in addition to these, there was a little girl wrapped in a blanket in front of us. Actually, I should call her sister. The girl looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. What made me most curious was not her pretty face or her yellow-brown braided hair, but her hoof-like feet and strong legs. Yes, Kuz said that she was a girl from the Centaur tribe, which was rare on the grassland. On this vast Pai Plateau, the total number of Centaurs would not exceed five thousand. They were once called "the wind on the wasteland".

A black horse always followed the girl. Even if the girl was unconscious, he stayed by her side and tried to wake her up. The black horse looked at us very vigilantly, and seemed to be worried that we would hurt the girl, but he didn't dare to do anything. He could only snort anxiously, and his eyes as big as copper bells were full of anxiety and fatigue. This girl was the one that was chased by these lion-tiger bandits before. If she hadn't happened to pass by our team, perhaps these lion-tiger bandits would have had a hard time finding us. Before, the girl was placed on the horse of the young lion-tiger Tira. When Tira was stabbed by me, the girl was thrown off the horse by the angry Tira. Now it seems that she is lucky and not injured!

... Beautiful dividing line ...

When the girl woke up, she found that she had been rescued unexpectedly. She was sitting very calmly on the grass, her body curled up in the blanket and her head bowed silently. She seemed not to like talking, and she also had strong feelings for us. He was so wary that he even refused to take a sip of the boiled water I handed him, and there was no hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"Are you injured?" I saw her cold and hostile face, and I thought to myself: Maybe I take it too much for granted. I always think that if I save others, I must be thanked by others. Is that just the reason for saving people? Thank you, not to mention that we are just passing by. If these bandits pass by in front of us and pretend not to see us, how can we care about the life and death of a girl from the Centaur tribe and fight to the death with these desperadoes in the wilderness?

She was stunned for a moment, a little panicked, but still shook her head silently out of fear of us.

"Can I leave by myself?" We are already in enough trouble, and we really don't want to have to be dragged along by more people during this trip.

The girl looked at the black horse lying beside her, keeping her warm, but said nothing.

I dug out a leather water bag from the pile of loot. I poured boiling water from the iron pot into the water bag with an iron spoon. After covering it with a cork, I took out half of it from the cloth bag next to me. Dry black bread, these foods were dug out from the werewolf archer's luggage. The liger bandits only had some raw meat jerky, and the quantity was not too much. On the contrary, the werewolf archer's cloth bag contained a few black flour cakes, just like the ones I had eaten in the caravan. These black flour cakes are very easy to store.

After thinking about it, I probably wouldn’t have a chance to eat the black flour pancakes in this bag. There are all kinds of fresh meat, wild vegetables and mushrooms in the wilderness. Even the wheat pancakes we brought ourselves may not be able to finish, so we just start from He took out two pieces of black bread from the bag, placed them at the girl's feet together with the water bag, and said to her in the orc language: "Tomorrow morning, you can go find your family."

The reason why I didn't give her the whole bag of black flour cakes was because she never expressed a word of thanks to us from beginning to end. I thought, why should I give something that belongs to me to someone like you for nothing? So I was very stingy and only gave her two and a half pieces of black flour pancakes, and threw the remaining pieces of black flour pancakes in my pocket back into the pile of supplies.

The girl looked at me with some surprise, then looked at the black dough cake in front of her, quickly reached out and picked up half of it, put it under her nose and smelled it, her expression was like smelling some kind of expensive perfume, very... revel. Then she stuck out her delicate little tongue and quickly licked the pancake. At this moment, her eyes suddenly brightened up. I felt that the way she looked at the black pancake was just like the way I looked at the fried chicken legs. She only tasted a little bit, and after finding out that the food was edible, she handed the half piece of black flour pancake to the black horse behind her. The big black horse also opened his mouth unceremoniously and swallowed half of the piece of black flour pancake. , chewed it a few times and then swallowed it, with an expression like he was showing off to a girl.

The girl hesitated, but finally couldn't help but picked out another piece of the remaining two black dough pancakes, divided it into two halves, threw the smaller half into the big black horse's mouth, and swallowed it herself Saliva, I broke off a small piece from the remaining half of the pancake and chewed it carefully. I really didn't know what was so delicious about such a rough pancake, so I was a little stunned. However, her affection for her horse shocked me a little. I would rather eat less than one bite and share these pancakes with my horse. It could be seen that she was very hungry, but she still felt very pretty as she sat in front of the campfire eating.

Kurtz didn't care at all. He wanted to study the ironwood bows carefully.

On the other hand, Qi Ge couldn't stand it anymore. He reached over and took out the bag of black flour cakes from the supplies pile and threw it directly to the Centaur girl. But at this moment, the girl seemed to suddenly realize what I said. , without having time to thank Qige, he looked at me with bright eyes and asked me in a stubborn orc language: "Can I leave, Heizi? Am I free?"

Before I could say anything, Qige said: "If you think the wilderness is too dangerous, you can also travel with us, and we will go west!"

The girl shook her head in panic and said no!

"Hyenas are rampant at night in the wasteland. At dawn tomorrow morning, you can take your horse and set off!" I said with certainty. Are you kidding? I just picked up an orc girl in the wasteland and dared to go with her. This Miss Qi is so courageous!