My Magic Age

When I first saw Gerile, I thought she was like a happy lark. Her eyes are not big, and her appearance is far less beautiful than Qi Ge's. She even has the shyness of some country girls. Her skin is a bit light blue, with a long ponytail falling behind her head, and the front half is covered with hair. The long hemp rope was tightly wrapped, and the second half turned into a braid. When she smiles, she always shows two small tiger teeth. Although she also looks malnourished and thin, she is full of energy. At this time, she is squatting next to Kurtz, looking at her without blinking. Kurtz polished his few Wind Wolf Fang Arrows, his eyes full of envy.

She was wearing a dark leather skirt, a soft deerskin vest, and a small backpack made of rawhide slung across her body. She didn't know what was in the bulging bag. There is a very long rope tied around his waist, and a fist-sized leather bag is tied to one end of the rope. I remember Kuz once told me that this thing is also a tool commonly used by orc hunters, which can throw out a kind of river. Bian'er's fist-sized pebbles can be thrown seventy or eighty yards away, and his accuracy is sufficient. Seeing that I was very interested in the sling, she leaned over and tried to squeeze my little face with her hands, but I turned away.

Gerile looked at me with big eyes and a slight smile and said: "Don't you really want to see my sling? If you are willing to let my sister pinch your little face, maybe she can still I’ll make one for you, eh! I’ll also give you a few stone bullets!”

As she spoke, she opened the rawhide bag and showed me a backpack full of pebbles.

This makes me feel a little pained. Doesn’t this silly girl know how heavy a bag of pebbles is? Wouldn’t it be tiring to carry it on your back all day? I shook my head with a smile, patted the silver-plated shotgun stuck in my waist and showed it off to her and said, "I have this, I don't need a sling. I just think the locks you weave are beautiful, so I wanted to see it." "

...beautiful dividing line...

We were following Gribaschin and his tribe on their way back to Yelian Mountain, which is only three days away from Yelian Mountain. I could even clearly see the towering Allen Mountains, with the main peak reaching straight into the clouds. Although according to Griba Si Qin said that it was at least three days away from the entrance of the valley, but I felt that I had reached the foot of Yelian Mountain. Every time I looked at Yelian Mountain in the distance, I had to raise my head as much as possible. The mountain was too high.

If you want to find the shortcut through the Yelian Mountains, you have to walk down the Ulutu River. The river banks are lush with water and grass. When the river flows here, there is not much left of the biting chill. Standing on the river bank. When I was there, I could clearly see white scales rolling out of the sparkling river water from time to time.

Before joining this tribe, we had even thought about the worst-case scenario, but when we got here we found that we were still too optimistic. Gribaschin's entire tribe has only more than 200 people, but I can't see a single adult man in their camp. There are only a few young werewolves about the same age as Kurtz carrying spears, with childish eyes showing. Beyond their minor age, there are only a dozen such boys, and the rest are all women and children. I calculate that even if all the boys here can grow up safely, then ten years from now this The adult men of the tribe will not break through the population mark of fifty, it is too few. I originally expected there would be old people, but except for Gribastian, I could hardly see any older werewolves.

Because I have never seen an orc woman before, I always feel that she should look similar to Kurtz. The hair on her body should be very thick, and there should even be a light layer of down on her face. When she smiles, she will reveal two sharp tiger teeth first. Come. But when I actually saw the wolf women among the orcs, I discovered that they just have ears like Kurtz, they are a little hairy, and their skin is slightly darker. Their appearance is not as scary as I thought before. On the contrary, they are bigger. Most of the orc women are quite good-looking, and there are always more or less patterns of flowers, birds, fish, and insects on their skin. They are tattooed with a dark cyan dye, which is said to never fade. Adult orc women even have beautiful tattoos on their faces, making them look exotic.

They like to wear short leather skirts with slits at the front, back and sides to reveal their slender and strong legs. Such war skirts can only protect above the knees, and in order to facilitate running, war skirts sewn with rawhide are like The four pieces of cloth are the same. As long as you step a little wider, the linen petticoat underneath will be exposed if you are not careful. They like to wear a top similar to a leather vest, and their plump breasts are simply wrapped in linen. It is rare to see female orcs wearing shoes. They use animal skin straps three fingers wide to wrap their feet, and some even wrap them all the way to their calves. Adult beast women can be more than two meters tall. They have wide skeletons, and their bodies are generally plump and strong, with thighs and arms The city has very obvious muscles. Now I understand, even in such a peaceful era, why the top brass of the Green Empire are deliberately trying to deal with the orcs huddled in the corner of the Pai Plateau, they can literally use the entire population as an army. ah!

It's just that almost all of the wolf orcs in front of me have a look on their faces. Even though they have been cooking broth and nourishing their bodies in the past few days, after a long cold winter, they have been tortured this spring. The orcs cannot be nursed back to health in a day or two.

People like Kurtz are born leaders. His honest appearance and delicate thoughts can always win people's hearts. In addition, he is a rare and outstanding hunter. His "survival instinct" talent can even lead everyone to hide in the grassland. I dug out all the gerbils below, and even found the seeds that the gerbils had stored last fall. Although they were a little moldy, after being washed repeatedly with clean water, the taste was not bad after being cooked.

I am young, and I am proficient in Orcish fluently, and I speak well-behaved and sweet-tongued. I think the more I can do to please others without paying any price, the more the better. I always have endless amounts of beef jerky in my pocket, so after camping, no matter where I go, there will be a group of five or six-year-old children. They stare with ignorant eyes and follow me on tiptoe without even noticing. If I dare to speak loudly, pairs of little eyes are always staring at my coat pockets.

Many people died this winter. The children who survived must have received the highest priority. Looking at their innocent little faces, I sometimes suddenly feel envious, very envious of that carefree life. The joy of thinking.

Gerile pestered Kuz all day long. She was the most beautiful girl in the tribe. Although she was thin due to starvation, her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. She always remained optimistic. mentality, what she often says is: Let me do it, I can do it!

I secretly asked Kurtz in private: "Is she really the same age as you?"

Kuz glanced at me, pushed me away and walked away. This was the last thing Kuz wanted to mention. I liked this happy feeling of adding salt to his wounds, haha, very happy.

That's right, Gerile was a whole head taller than Kuz, and his chest already had a considerable size, bulging in leather armor. When she ran, she was like a happy deer. She was so happy that she could even beat Kutz three streets away. If it were me, I would probably lose sight of the back of her head within a few seconds. I couldn't help but sigh: This Do all girls in the world run so fast? Kuz also likes this cheerful orc girl, but the only disadvantage is that Gerel is a whole head taller than Kuz, which makes Kuz a little embarrassed, and he doesn't even want to mention it.

At this time, a female orc who took care of Laitu quickly came over from the other side of the camp, caught up with Kuz and said to him: "The leader of Laitu is awake, please come over!"

The tent was filled with the smell of herbs, and I even smelled the bitter smell of styptic grass inside. Raitu was lying on a roll of felt, and the woman beside him was half-kneeling, holding a wooden bowl in her hand. Feeding him broth one spoon at a time, I recognized that this was his third wife, the one who was ordered to call Kurtz just now. A woman should be the fifth wife, hehe, okay, I admit that I am a bit bored. When I was free, I quietly asked the children in the tribe to find out. I even found out about her most favored wife, who likes to wear leather skirts. It is clear that this small tribe cannot tolerate too many secrets.

The old orc Gribasin did not sit next to Laitu as before, but sat opposite Laitu, holding an indigo wood pipe in his hand. The pipe dimmed with the rhythm of his breathing. Suddenly, he was sitting cross-legged on the wolf-skin mattress, with his body slightly stooped and his elbows resting on his shriveled thighs. He saw Kurtz and I walking in, and nodded for us to sit on the mattress on the other side.

"Looks like he's looking much better!" Kurtz scratched his head and said naively to Raitu, who was still a little weak.

Raitu raised his arm with difficulty. It may have been involved in the wound. He grinned in pain and said helplessly: "That Wind Wolf King should have the strength of the peak level of the first-level Warcraft. If those boys are here, I have Ability to bring it down that Wild Wolf Valley I am young. I went there once with the leader of Kurad. At that time, when the wind wolf saw us from a distance, he was so scared that he ran away. I was hunting some one-horned bison in a local area and were attacked by them.”

As he said this, Laitu sighed helplessly, with a hint of reluctance, but with a depressed look on his face, we really couldn't say anything more. In this operation, the tribe lost its last bit of combat power. The few young werewolf teenagers who were about the same age as Kurtz were almost as old as Kurtz, and some of them had not even participated in the orc coming-of-age ceremony.

At this time, Raitu adjusted his mood and said to me: "Thank you very much for saving me, Lord Jijia. I heard that you are still a disciple of the high priest of Kuru?"

I quickly said: "Teacher taught me how to speak orc language and how to identify herbs in the wasteland. It is my honor to help you."