My Magic Age

Half an hour after using a small bottle of healing potion, the expression of leader Laitu finally softened slightly. The old orc Gribaschin was a junior shaman. In the early days, the shaman was almost a It is an all-round profession, and the three systems of recovery, element, and enhancement are indistinguishable from each other. However, after the mid-term, you need to be focused when practicing advanced skills, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve great achievements.

There is only one shaman in this small tribe, the old orc Gribaschin, and he is only a junior. Warriors would come to him for treatment whenever they were injured, but Gribasin had no way to deal with high-level magic damage. He could not sense the subtle wind magic elements existing in Laitu's wounds and could not dispel them.

In fact, for a magician apprentice like Qige, he is not as good as the old orc Gribastin in terms of level or level. According to Gribastin's current level, he is almost the same as Sister Guoguo. Sister Guoguo is a A sixth-level magician, and Gribasin should be a shaman of about the same level, an old shaman without any promotion potential, but Qige has her advantage, which is that she is proficient in potions.

"Jia, his wound should be magic damage, and some wind elements have invaded the flesh and blood around his wound, continuing to destroy his body tissue structure and resist his body's recovery ability. I can't do this..." For Qi For a magician apprentice like Ge, it is difficult to deal with the continuous damage effects left behind by high-level magic skills, she sighed.

Seeing that there was no change on the face of the old orc Gribaschin, I think this old orc probably never thought about what we could do, unless old Kuru came in person. The reason why he brought Laitu over here, It's just to confirm Kurtz's identity. I think both of them should have met Kurtz.

The old orc Gribaschin continued: "The wound on Raitu's chest was caused by the Wind Wolf King's magic 'Wind Blade Technique', but the Wind Wolf King's advanced 'Wind Blade Technique' has additional damage. That's pretty much it, each wind blade comes with extra Magical damage, the wind magic element invaded Laitu's body, forming countless small wind whirlpools in his body, cutting his body around the wound. If not, based on his strong physique, just such a 'wind blade technique' 'It won't take his life."

"It's a pity that grandpa is not here!" I felt that Kuz was a little depressed. He lowered his head and said this because he was complaining about his failure to learn the medical skills of Old Kuru.

If it comes to treating other injuries, I can't do anything about it, but when it comes to the damage caused by magic elements that remain attached to the muscles, I am an expert! In the past two years, Old Kuru has been constantly studying the fire poison contained in the fire magic element in my body. These fire poisons are constantly carbonizing my body throughout my body. To put it bluntly, the fire magic element is formed in my body. A tiny flame burned my body, causing my body to gradually carbonize. Now Laitu's body has been eroded by wind magic elements. These wind magic elements are constantly forming wind whirlpools in Laitu's body. The wind whirlpools are so small that they are almost invisible to the naked eye, cutting into his muscle tissue, making His injuries continued to worsen. The best way is to consume all these magic elements, just like why I learned to resist magic. Originally, I was using the anti-magic to consume the magic elements in my body to exhaust the fire that burned me. Department of magic elements, and most importantly I succeeded.

It is difficult to expect Raitu, who is now seriously injured and comatose, to learn such simple magic skills. I think I am just a special case. Even if Raitu is awake, he cannot learn to resist magic. He has no magic perception. It is difficult to realize the existence of magic elements in and around the body, so he cannot follow my old path, but in order to remove the fire magic elements from my body, Old Kuru thought of more than one thing, and there happened to be a method that I knew.

Qige and I worked together to guide the wind magic elements out of Laitu's body little by little. In fact, this is not difficult, but it just takes a lot of time. Qige's magic perception is not high after all, so she just Assisting me on the side, I used my excellent magic perception to suck out the remaining wind magic elements from the muscles and bones bit by bit at the edge of Laitu's wound. It's ridiculous. Two months ago, I was so distressed by my own injuries that I even wanted to commit suicide. But two months later, I was able to help others remove the residual magic elements from their bodies, but I could only deal with my own injuries. It's just suppressed.

During the treatment, Raitu woke up once and then fell asleep again.

This wound almost shattered the ribs on his chest. I guess the lungs may also have been damaged to varying degrees, but his heart is very strong, so after such a serious injury, he can still persist until now, watching him sleep. The pained look on his face had disappeared, and even an ordinary man, the old orc Gribaschin, could tell that Laitu's injuries had been healed by the two children in front of him.

For Gribaschin, this was an unexpected bonus. Originally, it was just to confirm where those kind-hearted human merchants who had helped the children of their tribe during the day came from. In the past few days, the orc hunters passing by had mentioned that they had encountered several strange human children riding Agui beasts in the depths of the wilderness. Under the guidance of an orc werewolf boy, they rode in the wilderness. Wandering around, they will always help various people they meet on the road. In their so-called transactions, they always watch what people do. When they meet a hunter with a fortune, they will also make a killing. For example, they like the magic antelope parchment very much. , this thing is hard currency no matter where it is. But when you meet poor hunters, or even poor people walking in the wilderness with their families, they will exchange some expensive scrolls and salt for some ordinary herbs and random things. Sometimes, there is really nothing to exchange. He shouted: "We are destined to meet each other", and then started singing songs while holding up the beast whip. They never seem to ask for anything in return. Every time they do something, it is a transaction, a transaction of profit or loss.

At first, the old orc Gribastin didn't believe it, but gradually, as he met more people and more hunters talked about it, he finally believed that it was really such a thing. Until daytime, Yapepi, an honest and well-behaved girl from the tribe who was responsible for collecting wild vegetables and beetroots, led several older children to carry back ten meat bricks, and skillfully mixed the collected wild vegetables with half of the meat bricks. Mix them together and use an expensive magic scroll to cook a pot of delicious wild vegetable soup, including meat and salt. , there are wild vegetables. Even among the Grudin tribe, they have never tasted such delicious broth. How on earth are those thin shreds of meat scattered in the soup pot processed? How can someone use salt so extravagantly? To prevent the meat bricks from rotting, some people will use expensive magic scrolls as firewood. What kind of people are these? Later, I heard that my youngest granddaughter Gerile said that the orc guide among the people was very similar to Kuz, the seventh son of the leader of the blood wolf clan, Kurad, so I made this rash trip.

Sure enough, I saw Kurtz, who was still a fledgling orc child a few years ago. At that time, this honest child was always wiping his nose in the arms of the Kuru High Priest, but now he was wearing an extremely rough-sewn magic antelope leather armor. The young warrior carrying an alloy bow carefully looked at the tattoos on his face and body. It seemed that he had not participated in a coming-of-age ceremony.

What the old orc couldn't believe the most was that there was actually a human magician in this small team, and although this human magician girl didn't seem to have very good skills, she miraculously healed Laitu's injuries. Of course, it is said that the human boy who does not look too old is also helping. He is also a disciple of the high priest of Kuru. These children actually dare to wander alone in this wasteland, and they also blatantly reveal themselves With a huge net worth, the ignorant are really fearless!

"Kuz, are you going to rush back to Gurudin?" the old orc asked at the end. His tribe is still in a precarious state, and Gribasin has no ability to help or protect these young people. People, but he wanted to give them some advice before leaving, so he started a new topic like this.

Kurtz nodded honestly and said, "Yes, Grandpa Gribaschin."

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then looked at me with some embarrassment. I immediately knew what Kuz wanted to say, so I encouraged him with my mouth full of support. So, the next moment, the orc boy immediately gained some energy and put the hand in his hand. He put the soup bowl aside and said to the old orc: "Grandpa Gribastin, don't I continued walking in with my clansmen. There were hyenas, salamanders, and prairie lions in front of me. Come back with us. Maybe we can help a little. I can hunt and find some food. Even if Even the most cunning wild rabbit can hardly escape my eyes, and I can always find something to eat."

"Ah, aren't you in a hurry to return to the Gurudin tribe?" Gribaschin asked in surprise. He was becoming more and more fond of Kurtz, and his eyes slowly revealed a kind care. meaning. In contrast to the wariness towards me, Qige, and Catalina, the look in his eyes almost melted Kuz. I thought sadly: Even if we could save their leader Laitu, we would not be able to save him. Change the orcs' wariness towards humans. Over the past few hundred years, although the hatred has slowly faded, it has still not been completely eliminated in each other's hearts!

Kurtz scratched his head and said with some confusion: "My grandpa asked me to rush back to the tribe as soon as possible, but he didn't say it was too urgent. I just need to arrive at Gurudin before the caravan."

"That's great. The last outstanding young people in our tribe have stayed in Yelang Gorge. To be honest, I don't even have the ability to lead safely through Yelian Mountain. I can only stay in the wilderness and lead the way. Let them dig grass roots and eat wild vegetables. If you can take everyone back, no matter what happens in the future, our tribe will be on your side." The old orc made a decision that Kurtz couldn't understand.

Kurtz laughed and said: "I also thought that some time ago, I would take my brother Jijia to the edge of the swamp to hunt red bats. You must help me find the best guide then!"

I frowned as I listened, thinking: Aziz is still too young to understand what Gribaschin said. It seems that this old orc still has some ideas! He wants to express his thoughts and take sides in advance. But I thought again: What is left of this small tribe that was originally marginalized? Even the last bit of fighting power has been lost, and their homes have been completely trampled and destroyed by monsters. What else do they have?