My Magic Age

There are nearly a hundred tree spirits with awakened primary wisdom growing around the camp. Although they are bound by the Black Forest Seal Array and cannot move freely, they have grown in the forest for hundreds or even thousands of years, which makes their bodies have extremely thick and tough bark. Some of their vines and roots have mutated and become weapons to bind the enemy. Even the strong spider warriors cannot get rid of the entanglement of the tree spirits.

The reason why the tree spirits in the dense forest did not participate in the war when the Nibru spiders attacked the dense forest of Green Valley was that once the war failed, the Green Empire could withdraw to the north of Tanton City, or even to Pereira City, and the natives could continue to migrate south to find larger indigenous tribes deep in the dense forest. Only the tree spirits were bound by the ancient seal and could not escape. They would suffer the "white terror" invasion of the giant spiders.

The giant spiders have a simple way to kill a tree spirit. They will use poisonous kisses to inject venom into the trees to weaken them and make them sleep. Then they will wrap the trees with a lot of white spider silk and squeeze the essence of the tree spirits until the whole tree withers and dies. Then the giant spiders will rely on these trees to expand the spider camp and use those withered trees to weave the spider man's nest.

This time, the action goal of the Nibru spiders is to eradicate the ancient war tree in the central area of ​​the Green Valley Forest, and build spider camps on all four sides of the Green Valley Forest. They want to slowly eat away the Green Valley Forest by expanding the spider camps. Only then did these tree spirits realize the seriousness of the matter.

Under the call of the ancient war tree, the tree spirits in the Green Valley Forest made up their minds to agree to join the war.

At first, these tree spirits passively provided us with some information about the Nibru spiders, and then gradually joined the battle.

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Kalancuo’s temporary camp was built in a lush forest. After several days of heavy rain, the camp turned into a swamp. Many tents were soaked in muddy water. The barbarian slaves only nailed the more expensive heavy crossbows to the tree trunks and hung them up. Most of the other supplies were soaked in muddy water.

Because the Yello plane is humid and hot, wheat cakes that will not go bad after being stored in the imperial capital for a week will go moldy the next night in the black forest of the Yello plane.

The recent rains have been too heavy. The heavy rains have flooded a tree hole where wheat flour was stored. Although the wheat flour on the upper layer was not soaked by water after rescue, the three layers of wheat flour below were all soaked in water, and all sixty bags of wheat flour turned into paste.

Kalancuo scolded an orc squad leader in charge of logistics supplies.

Just in time for me to arrive at the camp, I asked a group of barbarian slaves to carry some stones from the underground cave, prop up the place where the tree hole was soaked by rainwater with stones, and then lay a layer of stone slabs, and put all the wheat flour that was not soaked in water on the stone slabs, so as to prevent the wheat flour from being soaked by the rainwater that poured into the tree hole.

The soaked wheat flour was made into basin-sized baked wheat cakes by five female half-orcs, and these baked wheat cakes were piled up in the tree hole like a hill.

Kalancuo and I went to the wounded camp and passed by the temporary kitchen of the camp. Several orc warriors stood at the entrance of the tree hole and roared loudly at the orc women who were baking wheat cakes. The noise attracted many orc warriors in the camp. During the dispute, an orc warrior threw the basin-sized wheat cake in his hand into the mud.

The orc warrior had his back to Kalancuo and didn't see us coming.

The orc warriors standing aside saw Kalancuo coming over with a cold face, and they stood up and made way in a hurry. Two orc warriors repeatedly hinted to the orc warrior who roared loudly, but the orc warrior was a little excited and did not notice his companion's hint, and continued to scold the orc woman who baked wheat cakes.

Kalancuo stood behind him and patted his shoulder. The orc warrior thought that his companion wanted to dissuade him and shook Kalancuo's hand away.

He was about to scold his companion behind him, but turned around and found that the person standing behind him was Kalancuo, and he was so scared that he immediately shut up.

"What are you doing here?" The appearance of Kalancuo put an end to the dispute.

The group of orc warriors were so scared that they wanted to walk away in disgrace, but Kalancuo stopped them with one hand.

"You want to leave without giving me a reasonable explanation?" Kalancuo stared at the orc warrior with a gloomy face and said to him coldly.

The orc warriors had cold sweat on their foreheads, and they shrank their necks like quails in the cold wind. They dared not say a word in the muddy water next to the tree hole.

"Chief, the guys said they don't want to eat these moldy baked wheat cakes." Finally, a tall orc warrior stood up and said to Kalancuo.

The orc warrior saw Kalancuo's cold eyes falling on him, and he immediately raised his chest high and said to her with a stiff face: "We don't care that the wheat flour for baking wheat cakes has been soaked by rain, but the tree hole was originally damp and moldy. After the wheat flour was soaked by rain, all the wheat cakes baked out had a musty smell. This kind of wheat cake is simply inedible."

The tauren Luka squatted aside and took a wheat cake from the pile of baked wheat cakes that were piled up like a mountain. He opened his mouth wide and took a bite. After chewing it twice, he frowned slightly and reluctantly swallowed the wheat cake in his mouth.

"It smells musty and very strong." The Minotaur raised the wheat cake in his hand and said to Kalancuo and me in a silly voice.

Kalancuo broke off a piece of wheat cake from the tauren Luka's hand, tasted it herself, raised her delicate sword eyebrows, and then turned around calmly, looking at the orc warriors in front of her coldly.

"In the city of El, you have eaten all kinds of wheat cakes. Even those black breads that have completely grown green hair from the bakery will be picked up from the garbage dump and shared with everyone." She raised the half-baked wheat cake in the hands of the tauren Luka high and said loudly to the orcs present.

One after another, orc warriors came out of the tents in the camp and gathered here.

Kalancuo stood on the raised tree roots and said to the orc warriors on the field: "Yes, we were poor, hungry and cold at that time, but now! The best wheat flour is piled there for you to eat as you like, and you can eat as much as you want. Why do you find it difficult to swallow even this kind of baked wheat cake that has changed a little bit?"

Her words made some young orc warriors lower their heads in shame, and they seemed to recall those hard days, that poor childhood with insufficient food and clothing, and reminded them that the woman in front of them even wanted to sell herself and her young daughter just to get some bread to fill their stomachs.

Kalancuo stared at all the orc warriors present coldly and asked: "Are you tenacious orcs, or spoiled imperial people? Have you forgotten your last name because of the abundant food and clothing in the past few years?"

"Or do you want to continue to rub coal balls in the coal yard outside the city of El?" Her words were a bit heart-wrenching, and these orc warriors were stimulated to have blood vessels on their foreheads.

Kalancuo raised his fist to his chest and shouted to the orc warriors: "Tell me loudly, what kind of life do you want? I can give you another chance to choose now."

"We want to take back our glory on the battlefield!" The orc warriors shouted loudly following Kalancuo's rhythm.

"Say it louder!" Kalancuo knocked his fist on the leather armor on his chest and shouted to the orc warriors.

"We want to take back our glory on the battlefield!" The orcs shouted loudly in excitement.

"Tell me what you are going to do!" Kalancuo slapped his leather armor on his chest again and asked loudly.

Orc warriors: "We will overcome all difficulties and become the bravest knights on the battlefield..."

Kalancuo is such a leader who can inspire the fighting spirit of the orc warriors anytime and anywhere. She can make the orc warriors clearly understand what they should do now.

The orc warriors dispersed from the open space in front of the tree hole with high morale, as if they had forgotten the dispute caused by a few wheat cakes just now. It seemed that these bad-tasting wheat cakes were no longer an obstacle to their life in the camp. It seemed that they only needed to overcome these difficulties to win the war.

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When the orc warriors dispersed from the tree hole, Kalancuo looked at the five female half-orcs who were responsible for baking wheat cakes with a cold face. These female slaves were bought by me from the slave market in the imperial capital. Their chaotic bloodline made them lose their status as civilians in the Green Empire, and they were also not recognized by the orcs. They were born prey in the eyes of slave hunters.

In order to increase the population of the orc village, I bought them back from the slave market.

In fact, it has been proved that these female half-orcs are hardworking and can endure hardships. Under the leadership of Lao Zewang, the orc village is well managed.

Kalancuo led the five female orcs into a tree hole where baked wheat cakes were stored. He took out five baked cakes from the pile of baked cakes and handed them to the five female orcs, then said to them, "Eat it!"

The five female orcs looked at each other in confusion, holding the wheat cakes in their hands, not quite understanding Kalancuo's intentions. However, facing the female leader who always said what she meant in the camp, they still followed Kalancuo's instructions and ate the wheat cakes one bite at a time.

The baked wheat cakes were dry and hard, and were usually eaten with a pot of water or a bowl of broth, but they looked very sweet and could eat them without drinking water. Moreover, the five female orcs looked like human women, but they had a big appetite and seemed to eat a basin-sized wheat cake easily.

The forest was stuffy and hot, and the female orcs only wore simple linen aprons, with large areas of gray skin exposed.

Kalancuo stared at the five female orcs and asked, "Don't you think there's anything wrong with these baked wheat cakes?"

The five female orcs shook their heads.

Some parts of their bodies have human characteristics, and some parts show the characteristics of orcs. The skin and pupils of these five female orcs are no different from those of orcs.

After hearing what Kalancuo said, I also broke off a piece of baked wheat cake and put it in my mouth to taste it.

This baked wheat cake has a faint smell of rotten wood and mold, which makes it impossible for me to swallow it.

I spit out the wheat cake in my mouth and couldn't help but say, "This is really unpalatable!"

The tauren Luka said honestly beside me, "I told you, the taste is very strong."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the tauren Luka.

Looking at the female orcs who seemed to enjoy swallowing the wheat cakes very much, Kalancuo asked the five of them, "Don't you think it's unpalatable?"

The five female orcs shook their heads at the same time, indicating that it was not what Kalancuo said.

Kalancuo pressed his forehead, and then instructed the five female orcs: "There is no need to make this kind of moldy food in the future. If this happens again, throw it all out of the camp. My warriors need to have sufficient physical strength to face the next battle. Don't make spoiled food for them in the future!"

One of the five female orcs hesitated for a moment. She tried to argue, and then stood up and said to Kalancuo: "But... Chief, these wheat flours are just soaked by rainwater, and this is not that the wheat flour is moldy, but that the rainwater has some smell of rotten wood. These baked wheat cakes are completely edible. These baked wheat cakes are much better than the food we eat in the slave camp. I found I swear it won't affect the soldiers' health, I..."

Kalancuo made a stop gesture to her, signaling her to stop, and then said to her: "Because I know what you said, you can stand here safely now. Prepare 100 servings of baked wheat cakes for me immediately. I need wheat flour that has not been soaked by rain. Remember to add some vanilla, salt and baking soda to the wheat cakes. The food you make is really unpalatable."

The female half-orc saw that the persuasion was ineffective, so she asked Kalancuo helplessly: "Chief, what about the remaining baked wheat cakes?"

"..."Kalancuo hesitated for a moment, and looked at the baked wheat cakes piled up like a mountain and became worried.

Nearly 3,000 face-sized baked wheat cakes were piled up in front of Kalancuo like a mountain, which was equivalent to 15 days of food for 100 orc warriors.

Even if they were given to the orcs, they could not finish these baked wheat cakes before they became moldy.

It just so happened that the barbarian slaves had recently stockpiled a large number of giant spider legs. The barbarian slaves who loved meat would never give up those spider legs and eat this kind of roasted wheat cakes with a very bad taste, so Kalancuo hesitated for a moment and did not mention the barbarian slaves.

"... Otherwise, we will give these roasted wheat cakes to our allies, the Yale native warriors?" I suggested to Kalancuo: "Anyway, they like to apply a spicy seasoning on the wheat cakes, and I think these tasteless wheat cakes should not matter."

Kalancuo heard me say this and thought that it would be fine if it was given to those native warriors, so he agreed to my proposal.

The camp of the Yale native warriors was close to the barbarian slave camp, but these native warriors had their own management system. In addition to cooperating in combat, they did not have much contact with Kalancuo, and the native elders on Kalancuo's side were not familiar with them.

Speaking of who should contact the indigenous elder, Catalina couldn't help but say behind me: "Didn't you bring two indigenous beauties? You can go talk to them!"

I thought about it and thought there should be nothing wrong with it, so I agreed: "Okay, I'll go talk to them right away!"