My Magic Age

We rested for two days in the middle of the Green Valley Forest, and then continued along the Green Valley Forest to the southern part of the Black Forest.

In addition to the 5,000 knights' followers, there were also 3,000 indigenous warriors and 800 barbarian slave heavy crossbow regiments following the 5,000 constructed knights.

According to the information provided by the tree spirits in the Black Forest, there is a gathering place of spider people hidden in a hidden valley dozens of kilometers away from the Green Valley Forest. The specific situation in the camp is unknown.

Our plan is to eliminate the potential threats near the Green Valley Forest first, and then go to the south of the Black Forest to find other ancient war trees according to the information provided by the tree elder. Only by obtaining the recognition of those ancient war trees can we get the help of the tree spirits in the south of the forest.

It has just rained heavily, and the road in the forest is very difficult to walk, and there are death traps everywhere.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there are two experienced indigenous guides leading the way in front, so we can avoid the most dangerous places in the forest.

When the team passed by a swamp, in a puddle filled with green duckweed, we saw a black arm sticking out of the water. There was a sharp spike at the joint of the black beetle armor, which meant that it was a spider warrior who was trapped in the swamp.

The whole body of the spider warrior was swallowed by the swamp, and only one black hand stretched out from the water, as if trying to grab something.

It tried to get out of the quagmire, but unfortunately there was no place to leverage, so it was trapped in this puddle that didn't seem to be deep.

I ignored the obstruction of an indigenous warrior and stepped onto this calm water.

‘Walking on water’

Under the stunned eyes of the indigenous people, I walked to the arm of the spider warrior, peeled off the tiny floating duckweed on the water, and a group of finger-long translucent fish quickly emerged from the spider warrior's body and swam quickly into the bottom of the water.

Under the clear water, the body of the spider warrior was hidden under the bottomless water. Its black eyes became a little empty, and its face looked up, as if it was struggling to float to the surface. Its expression at the last moment was frozen in fear of death and deep despair.

Squatting on the water, he took out a skinning knife, reached under the water, cut off the head of the spider warrior who had been dead for an unknown period of time, and held it in his hand.

Standing up, the wet head kept dripping water, and the water drops fell on the water surface, creating waves of ripples.

Even the construct knights who passed by the edge of the swamp not far away noticed our actions, and they all cast curious eyes.

The magic skill of "walking on water" is not common in the Green Empire. Many construct knights in the province of Sloyte have heard of it but have never seen it.

A great knight from the Construct Knights stopped on horseback at the edge of the swamp. He saw me standing alone on the water. When I stood up, I happened to meet his eyes. He gave me a standard North Wind Legion knight salute from a distance.

He saluted me for no reason, perhaps because he remembered the story that happened in the Northern Province in late spring and early summer four years ago.

I threw the spider warrior's head to the Yelo native who stood by the puddle and reminded me loudly, then walked out of the swamp step by step, got on the horse and continued to move forward side by side with Catalina.

The Yelo native warrior subconsciously picked up the spider warrior's head that rolled on the side of the road. She pressed the spider warrior's head on a piece of old tree roots, and smashed the skull that exuded a corpse-like stench with a mountain axe in one hand, took out the magic core stained with gray-white brain matter, put it in the puddle beside, washed it casually, and handed it to the native maid Puyaka who was following me.

Puyaka and Connie both wore a set of moon-white wind snake leather armor. The knee-length leather armor skirts revealed a section of their calves that were as shiny as beeswax. The long boots on their feet were covered with mud. They were the most common outfits for girls in the imperial capital, but for the native warriors in the team, they would always cast their eyes on them inadvertently. Even if they were sometimes whipped by the native leaders, they could not stop those confused eyes.

This time, there were 3,000 more native warriors in the marching team. I was worried that there would be some problems in communicating with the native leaders, so I let Puyaka and Connie stay in the team. They couldn't ride horses, but they were both native Yero aborigines. They didn't feel much difficulty following the team on foot.

The construct knights of the North Wind Legion would occasionally set their sights on Katarina. Whether it was her nearly perfect figure wrapped in Asian dragon light leather armor or her sweet face hidden under red wavy hair, they all fully met the aesthetic standards of the Empire. Moreover, Katarina's warrior outfit made the construct knights feel very close.

The giant construct knights rarely set their sights on Morayaer, but it was not because Morayaer was not beautiful.

On the contrary, Morayaer, wearing a Kalemian-style magic robe and sitting on horseback with a magic wand in hand, exuded an intellectual beauty that was difficult to conceal. As a first-level magician, Morayaer's current identity and status were the culprits that isolated the eyes of many construct knights.

Morayaer told me privately that she also wanted to have a set of the "Earth's Wrath" magic pattern construct that I was wearing.

It's just that due to the environment in the Yelo plane, it's impossible to make a set right away. I promised her that I would help her make it after returning to the imperial capital.

Our team's work and rest time is completely based on the standard time of the Green Empire.

When camping in the forest, there was a very obvious gap between the teams. The camp arranged by the Construct Knights of the North Wind Legion was the most neat, and whenever they were stationed in the forest, the Construct Knights would only take care of their war horses.

As for the followers in the Knights, they were busy doing some chores. They would take various supplies from the mules. Some followers built tents for the knights to rest, and some followers were responsible for preparing dinner.

The Construct Knights were all allocated standard marching rations, a wheat cake and a box of luncheon meat, plus a full pot of thick soup made from meat floss. The standard of this meal was better than that of the North Wind Legion.

Every time they camped, Earl Desmond would ride a warhorse, patrol outside the camp, and personally set up sentries outside the camp.

After he and his subordinates returned to the camp, they would first go to the wounded camp to check on the recovery of the wounded Construct Knights, then go to the camps of various Knights to check the war horses and the construction of the military camps, and finally inspect the dinner eaten by the Construct Knights.

In order to keep the Construct Knights strong in battle, every dinner in the Construct Knights is based on the standard of eating enough food.

Because the taste of the marching rations I prepared is different from the standard rations of the North Wind Legion, they are quite popular among the Construct Knights, which also leads to excessive consumption of marching rations. The original seven-day standard marching rations were consumed in advance on the sixth night.

Seeing Earl Desmond hesitate before resting, I know what Earl Desmond is worried about.

That is the logistics supply problem of the Construct Knights, because he learned from the side that the orc construct warriors and barbarian slaves usually have supplies once a month, and these barbarian slaves and orc warriors are used to eating roasted giant spider legs.

The Construct Knights don't like this kind of roasted spider legs, which is what he has always been most worried about. I know what he thinks.

He was worried about what the Construct Knights would eat after waking up. If the logistics supply group could not catch up in time, the supply would be interrupted. He was most worried that I would let the Construct Knights of the North Wind Legion eat roasted spider legs.

I proved with facts that Earl Desmond's worries were completely unnecessary.

When the sands of time in the hourglass placed at the door of the commander's tent of the military camp all leaked out, the commander in the military camp blew the horn to get up.

Earl Desmond walked out of the tent and was about to check the sentries arranged around the military camp when he was stunned on the spot.

He saw several clerks standing in front of the tent, counting various supplies quickly. A group of barbarian slaves carried large wooden boxes and bulging linen bags from outside the camp into the camp. Without waiting for the clerks to report, he walked directly to the front of a large wooden box, drew his sword from his waist and pried open the lid of the wooden box. The whole large wooden box was neatly filled with canned luncheon meat.

He pursed his lips, then cut open a linen bag, and a piece of toasted wheat cake fell out of the bag. He stretched out his hand to break off a piece of the toasted wheat cake, put it into his mouth and chewed it slightly. His expression seemed to be frozen there, and then the whole person seemed to be relieved all of a sudden. He exhaled a long breath and waved a victory gesture to me standing at the door of the tent.

I rarely see Earl Desmond so emotional. It seems that he has been under a lot of pressure in the past few days regarding the supply of materials. No matter how much he trusts me, after all, this is just the first time to cooperate with me.

I stood at the door of the Knights' barracks with a pair of dark circles under my eyes, yawning repeatedly.

These supplies were transported from the imperial capital last night. Alia not only helped prepare these marching rations in the imperial capital, but also bought me 10,000 white breads from several large bakeries in the seventh district. In addition to white bread, I also prepared pickled beef steaks, a large number of smoked fish, onions, cabbage, five barrels of honey strawberry jam and sour golden apple jam.

It was the season when plums in Bena Province were ripe, and she even bought me a large cart of black plums.

When the boxes of supplies filled up all the space in front of the tent, Earl Desmond had no idea what to say.

These high-quality white breads that can only be cooked in bakeries and seasonal fruits and vegetables that can only be bought in vegetable markets all appeared in front of him. The supply group had completely overturned Earl Desmond's cognition.

I took Katarina with me and walked to Count Desmond with a smile, and said to him, "This morning I prepared white bread, grilled steak or smoked fish, cabbage salad... Oh, the orc warriors don't like cabbage. As long as those barbarian slaves are in the Yello plane, there seems to be only one thing on the menu, that is - grilled spider legs. Count Desmond, do you and your knights want to eat some white bread and grilled steak with us?"

"Of course... That's great, I mean if there is some butter... It would be even better!" Count Desmond rubbed his hands vigorously, and seemed a little incoherent.

Then he tried to calm himself down, stared at me, and asked me tentatively: "Count Jijia, can I ask you... Are all these foods just delivered by the logistics team?"

I kept a mysterious smile on my face and said to him: "Sorry, I can't explain this secret in too much detail. I can only say that this is the privilege of a space magician!"

Earl Desmond probably heard the words "space magician" and nodded to me knowingly.

In fact, in addition to these things, I also asked the barbarian slaves to bring two largest wooden boxes this time. One of the wooden boxes was filled with "fire gathering" magic rune boards, and the other wooden box was a whole box of "water gathering" magic rune boards. I not only had to solve the problem of drinking clean water in the North Wind Legion Construct Knights at one time, but also had to solve the problem of not being able to make a fire normally due to rain.

At this time, a clerk ran to Earl Desmond's ear and whispered a few words.

Earl Desmond looked at me with surprise, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

He followed the clerk to a large wooden box, which was full of boxer briefs and shirts cut from cotton cloth.

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In the southern area of ​​our Black Forest, the vegetation in the forest here has also been severely damaged by the Nibru Spiders. Many giant trees that have grown for hundreds or even thousands of years, whether they have awakened primary wisdom and become tree spirits, have been cut down by the Spider Warriors. Some have been injected with toxins by the giant spiders, and the whole tree slowly turns yellow and withers. The yellow leaves fall around the roots of the tree, forming a large circle.

When we pass under some withered trees, we can occasionally see a few white silk cocoons hanging on some dead branches.

At this time, there will always be a few native warriors who silently untie these silk cocoons, and then dig a few deep pits under the dead trees, and bury these silk cocoons wrapped with the bodies of their companions in the soil. They are unwilling to peel off the silk cocoons, probably because they don’t want to see the miserable situation of the natives in the silk cocoons.

Sometimes, the corpses of some giant spiders can be seen in the forest. They are abandoned in the jungle. A thick layer of green moss grows on the corpses, and there are always some insects and ants crawling back and forth on them. I don’t know how many bodies of natives and Nibru Spiders are buried in this dense forest of Green Valley.

There are also traces of the battles between the native warriors and the Nibru spiders everywhere.

When passing through some small spider camps, there are always several giant spiders of varying sizes hidden in some spider caves. These giant spiders did not evacuate the Green Valley Forest with the Nibru spider army. They hid in the spider nests and tried to avoid our search.

However, in terms of searching for prey, whether it is orcs, barbarians, or natives, they have some unique skills. Every time they pass by some small spider camps, the large army will not delay the journey. Usually, a search team will be arranged to complete this task.