My Magic Age

There are many magic covered carriages parked at the gate of the slave market. The winter in El City is extremely cold. In order to prevent the ancient Bolai horse from frostbite, the coachman covered the ancient Bolai horse with a thick leather armor and the horse's head. Wearing leather hoods, they look like light cavalry horses. These leather hoods and leather armors all have the unique decorations and patterns of the North, showing the rugged folk customs of the North.

There is a barbecue not far from the gate of the slave market. The stall owner fills the barbecue with hot meat skewers. Although there are very few people who spend money to buy meat skewers, the oven is surrounded by horse-drawn carriages. These coachmen spoke a northern dialect and talked about the freshest and weirdest interesting things in El City. From time to time bursts of laughter broke out in the crowd.

Accompanied by the aroma of barbecue and the smell of golden cider, the gate of the slave market is always a place for idlers to watch the excitement. Some citizens even ran to the gate of the slave market specifically to take a look at the foreign slave women sold in the market. Now they There is a new target, which is the statue of the spider warrior at the entrance of the slave market.

The body of the spider warrior is as tall as a magic caravan made of fine iron. It stands on the left and right sides of the slave market gate.

Craftsmen even installed prosthetics on its severed arms, which were painted black. One Spider-Man warrior held two moon-blade axes in his hands, and another Spider-Man warrior held six moon-blade axes. The meter-long iron gun looked very powerful. The people in the north were very curious about this alien creature. Several young nobles stood directly in front of the spider warriors, with their hands folded across their chests, discussing the spider warriors and the barbarians. If we fight, who will be more powerful.

The young noble reached out and touched the spider warrior's black spider legs with sharp barbs, and said to his companions: "Hey! It would be great if we could bring these two spider warriors to the underground boxing market, Claude. The barbarian leader in the old guy's hands has been dominating the boxing market for six consecutive weeks. Someone has to step up and defeat him. Why did he freeze to death just after arriving in El City? "

"It's all Bobby's fault. The night the two spider warriors were transported by airship, he actually went to Mrs. Judy's bed to talk about dreams and life, so he transported the two spider warriors from the Imperial Capital to El The big box of the city was thrown in the warehouse of the airport. When we went to inspect the goods early the next morning, we discovered that there were actually two dark-skinned spider warriors in the wooden box, but they were already cold from head to toe. Another young fat noble said loudly with his back to Bobby.

"Tell me, if these two spider-man warriors were still alive, how much would they be worth?" the young nobleman who was the first to speak sighed.

"Can this kind of thing be bought with money? Apart from anything else, these two spider warriors left behind two black magic crystals after their death. Can you tell me how much they are worth?" A friend on the side also interjected. .

"Wow, does this guy still have a black magic crystal in his body?" The companion on the side said in surprise.

"Seriously, this..."

Several young nobles talked to each other, talking here and there about the spider-man warriors, and the topic became more and more eccentric.

The crowd at the entrance of the slave market was bustling and lively. Bobby led a group of us through the slave market and ignored the young nobles.

I asked Bobby a little strangely: "Those young people are talking about you, why don't you go to them, can you bear it?"

"What can't be tolerated?" Bobby retracted his hands into his sleeves and led us around the slave market, because there were more people here. There were two sturdy waiters in front of us to open the way for us.

Then he smiled at me and said: "Their fathers are all regular patrons of the slave market. Two of them have been friends with the one above us for many years. Without breaking up, what can I do? They said it was okay to go, they just couldn’t eat the grapes and said they were sour.”

Marvin asked Bobby curiously: "What's going on with you and Mrs. Judy?"

Bobby said nonchalantly: "What's the point? Who can live without one or two lovers?"

Many people knew Bobby near the slave market, and people greeted him everywhere along the way.

At noon in such a winter, many slave traders gathered in the market. They put the slaves into large iron cages and put curtains around the cages to protect them from the wind and snow. These curtains could not protect them from the cold. A group of slaves were wearing thin clothes, shivering in iron cages, huddled together, and some nobles walked leisurely from the market with slaves with collars around their necks.

We did not walk into the crowded slave market, but walked along the periphery of the slave market and detoured to the temporary resettlement camp behind the slave market.

From the outside, the entire resettlement camp is surrounded by a high wall. The top of this stone wall is covered with sharp and sharp iron thorns. There are four archery towers in the corners and several longbowmen wearing mail. I was patrolling back and forth on the arrow tower. There was a large iron gate next to the slave market. Several old orcs in tattered linen clothes were lying under the wall to bask in the sun.

Although the cold wind on the street blew up a gust of smoke and snow, hitting people's faces as painful as a knife, but these old orcs didn't care about it. They raised their heads slightly and enjoyed the shooting from the cracks in the wall. ray of sunshine.

A group of us walked along the back street to the gate of the resettlement camp. Looking up at the plaque at the gate of the resettlement camp, Bobby said to me: "This is a place where slaves are temporarily resettled. We will sell the slaves who will be sold in the slave market recently." The slaves are housed here, and some other slaves have to work on the manor."

Bobby stood between Marvin and me, put his arm around our shoulders, stood at the gate of the resettlement camp, and said: "Even in the underground slave market in the Northern Province, there are very few orc slaves. Most of the orcs living in the resettlement camp are wanderers in the province of Sloyt. Their personalities are destined to make it difficult for them to integrate into our lives."

Marvin looked at the old orcs in the corner and said lightly: "These orcs are a group of people who are almost forgotten in the North."

Bobby said to me: "Except for you, no one will care about the lives of these orc wanderers. To be honest, if it weren't for helping you, I would find it hard to believe that there are such a group of people living a hard life at the bottom of the province of Sloyt. Although they are not slaves, their lives are not much better than those of slaves. It is hard to believe that in such a mountain full of golden apple trees, rice trees and ground potatoes growing everywhere in the wild mountains. , cranberries, can actually make life so miserable. "

I held Ying Li's hand tightly and said, "These orcs came to the wilderness, and they can do almost nothing except grazing and hunting. When I was in the War Magic Academy, I always had a wish that I would be able to send these orcs wandering in the Northern Province back to the Pai Plateau one day in the future. "

Bobby and Marvin stared at me with wide eyes. Bobby asked me, "Ji Jia... You are not serious, are you going back to El City for winter vacation?"

Marvin also said, "It takes at least three months to go from El City to the Pai Plateau, and it is winter now. The mountains are blocked by heavy snow. Even the best hunter guide can't find the way into the mountains."

I laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm just talking."

"Wait for me here, Katarina and I will go and talk to them." I said to Ying Li, Bobby and Marvin.

As we talked, Katarina and I walked to the old orcs first. These old orcs were also quite discerning. They saw that Katarina and I were wearing gorgeous leather armor and that a group of companions were either rich or noble. They looked at us cautiously and didn't understand what we were going to do.

I communicated with them in fluent orc language and asked about their current living conditions. Seeing that we could speak orc language, these old orcs were very willing to talk to us.

I asked them: "Where are you all from?"

These old orcs answered one after another. Some said they ran down from the desert of the northern foothills due to hunger, some said they came from the mountains of the western foothills, and some said they followed the caravan all the way down from the plateau.

I asked them again: "How do you usually make a living in the northern border?" ’

The answers of these old orcs were also varied. Some of them had been night watchmen, some had been gravediggers, some had been hard laborers in coal yards, and some had been gold diggers in gold mines. In short, they were all means of livelihood for people living at the bottom of society.

It was just that the orcs lacked the concept of saving money. Almost all of them would use the money they earned to fill their stomachs, and never considered their future lives.

They always forgot that there was still a long and severe winter to go through in the Northern Province. It was difficult to find a job during this period, and they needed a warm place to live, thick enough fur coats, and enough food to store. So every time winter came, they would be hungry and cold.

I asked these orcs: ‘Why do you stay in the slave camp? ’

The old orcs remembered this very clearly. They said that a kind and benevolent slave owner allowed the displaced orcs to live here temporarily, providing them with two meals a day for free, but did not restrict their freedom. As long as they wanted, they could leave the resettlement camp at any time.

It seems that Bobby has been doing this to the letter since I asked him to do so.

I finally asked them in the orc language: ‘Are you willing to follow me and live freely in a place where you can graze and hunt? ’

When the old orcs heard me say this, they looked at me in surprise.

I said again: ‘There is an orc village in my territory, where more than a hundred wolf orcs live now. If you want to go there, I can ask the shaman in the village to pick you up. ’

‘Are you the beast god messenger who came to the human world to take us? ’ An old orc heard me say this, ran out and crawled at my feet, and asked me.

‘Maybe, I haven’t seen the beast god, but I have met the Meyana Sage on the Pai Plateau. ’ I said to these old orcs.

‘Ah! So it was the wise man who asked you to save us...’

I don’t understand a little bit. These orcs are always easy to believe what others say.

For example, I am just talking casually now, and I can't even provide the most basic evidence, but these old orcs believe it without a doubt. Some of them even ran back to the resettlement camp happily to tell other orcs about this good news. In a blink of an eye, a large group of orcs ran out of the resettlement camp, and some young orcs even ran out quickly to inform the orcs who found jobs outside.

At this time, Bobby and Marvin came up, and Bobby asked me in a stunned manner: "Ji Jia, what did you say to these orcs? Why do they trust you so much?"

Bobby smiled bitterly and said to me: "Ji Jia, you will never be able to imagine how I persuaded these orcs to come here. I promised them that there would be warm shelter and two free lunches every day. I would never restrict their freedom and would not use this to make them do anything against their will. Only then did they agree to live in my resettlement camp."

I smiled and said to Bobby: "After all, I have lived on the Pai Plateau for a period of time and have a certain understanding of these orcs. Maybe I am more pleasing to their eyes."

At this time, the guards in the resettlement camp had seen Bobby standing at the gate and quickly opened the gate of the resettlement camp. Two guards ran out from inside, stood respectfully in front of Bobby and greeted him.

Bobby said to me, "Do you want to go in and take a look at the orcs' residence?"

I shook my head and said, "Forget it. You are the big slave owner in El City. There must be some slaves in the resettlement camp. I am a soft-hearted person. If I see a slave locked in a cage and feel pity for him, I will ask you to set him free. We are friends, and you can't refuse my face. But the slave owners use these slaves to make money. If I give these slaves freedom, it will definitely violate your family motto. I'd better not embarrass you."

The alley outside the resettlement camp was very cold. Bobby rubbed his almost frozen face vigorously and said to me with a smile, "Jijia, my slave resettlement camp is full of slaves legally captured by the slave-catching group. The foreign slaves and war slaves that came here are all legal. "

Bobby had to wave his hand to let the two guards leave, and then he said to me: "You probably don't know how hot the slave market is this year. In the slave market, as long as it is a male, the price will be twice as high as that of a female slave. This winter, young and beautiful foreign female slaves are no longer hot sellers, but war slaves and strong slaves have become popular goods. Now there are people searching for war slaves in the slave market almost every day. "

Bobby said to me contemptuously: "I have never seen any noble resist slaves, but you are the only one who thinks about something."

Soon, a magic caravan drove over from the slave market and stopped in the alley. We did not blow the cold wind in the alley, but hid in the warm carriage, waiting for the orcs who were willing to go with me. The carriage was lit with a copper hot pot, which was warm.

I didn't wait too long. More than 200 orcs gathered at the entrance of the resettlement camp.

Bobby leaned over to the window and saw the orcs gathered outside. He said in confusion: "Hey! Why don't I remember there are so many orcs in the resettlement camp?"

These orcs seemed to be living in a very poor state in El City. The linen clothes they wore were all tattered. Only the middle-aged orcs who had jobs outside wore decent clothes.

Bobby called a deacon from the resettlement camp and checked the number of people. Only then did he realize that among the orcs gathered at the entrance of the resettlement camp, there were some orc children and some middle-aged orcs. These orcs should not live in the resettlement camp.

It was only then that we discovered that some orcs who had a stable life in El City. Unexpectedly, at this time, they heard the news from their tribesmen and ran over to leave El City with me.