My Magic Age

When our team left the Stone Split Cemetery, it just started to drizzle, but fortunately the rain was not heavy.

With the approval of the ancient war tree Anyudin, the tree spirits in the forest became very friendly. They opened a tree-lined path for us. The horses' hooves stepped on the soft moss, splashing brown mud.

The knights wore rainproof cloaks but no hoods. Rain dripped from the green leaves, and a faint mist rose in the dense forest in the distance.

The victory in the Stone Split Cemetery allowed the knights of the North Wind Legion to harvest nearly 5,000 black magic crystals. The knights walked through the forest. Although they looked a little tired, their faces were filled with the joy of victory.

We planned to return to the valley camp next to the river to rest for one night, and then head to another place called the "Sun's Wrath Bridge". According to the information provided to us by the ancient war tree Anyudin, a large number of spider warriors were found in the forest around the Sun's Wrath Bridge.

After chasing all the way from the dense forest of Green Valley to the southern forest, the morale of the Construct Knights was high after a victory in the Cracked Stone Cemetery.

In order for the two Construct Knights led by Zack and Ernestine to successfully recapture the Thunder Pillar City and the City of Anglos, I want to contain as many Nibru Spiders as possible in the southern forest.

In fact, after forming an alliance with the ancient tree clan in the Black Forest, it is equivalent to giving us countless eyes and countless ears, and when facing an army of spider warriors of the same number, our Construct Knights have an absolute chance of winning.

Riding a horse through the tree-lined avenue in the rain is not a very good experience. The raindrops dripping from the trees always want to get into the collar, making the whole person look wet. Looking at the gray sky through the gaps between the treetops, the gray clouds keep rolling. These days without enjoying the sun, I feel like I am going to mold.

Following behind was a team of constructed knights. The knights were not in a bad mood because of the rain. The North Wind Legion constructed knights had always maintained good military discipline. No one was talking to each other on the march. Only the horses snorted from time to time along the way, and the horses' hooves stepped on the moss full of water, marching silently on the tree-lined road.

The knights were wearing magic pattern constructed armor emitting a faint magical light. The knights' lances stained with light black and purple blood were hung on the saddle bridge. The war horses were covered with black and dull armor. They shuttled through the dark tree-lined road. A wisp of drizzle fell head-on, and the scenery in the forest in the distance was hidden in the light rain and fog.

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On the way back, we took a short rest in an oak forest.

The knights built awnings between trees. There were no followers following them. The knights had to do all the trivial things on the march by themselves. They led the horses into the awnings, removed the heavy armor on the horses, and let the horses relax for a while.

The natives of the Gilda tribe came up and built a temporary tree house for me on an ancient tree.

The tree house was not very big, but it was enough for me, Katarina, Moraya, Connie, and Puyaka to hide in it to avoid the rain.

The logs and branches used to build the tree house were still wet.

Rather than a tree house, it was a pavilion with an awning.

We sat on a high platform made of logs. Although the rainy day in the Hiero plane was not cool, a bonfire was lit in the center of the wooden platform in the pavilion. A magic rune board of fire gathering was placed in the middle. The blue flames shot out from the center of the rune board. I took off my rain cloak and hung it aside. I approached the bonfire and tried to dry the magic robe that could almost squeeze out water.

Katarina took off her "Earth Shield" magic pattern structure and the royal squid leather armor skirt and hung them on the pillars of the tree house. She only wore a tight-fitting Asian dragon light leather armor magic pattern structure. Two short daggers were clearly tied to her round thighs. There was still a trace of awe-inspiring murderous intent in her red eyes. The recent consecutive battles made her strength improve a little too fast, which made her unable to control herself at some times.

She keenly felt my concerned eyes and smiled gently at me.

Connie and Puyaka were natives of this forest. They were used to the rainy weather. They carefully took off their thorn-tailed crystal lion skin armor and hung it on the railing of the wooden house. They spread a few banana leaves on the wooden platform and sat by the campfire in their wet bras and tight shorts. They held two peeled branches in their hands, and a baked wheat cake was on each branch. The firelight reflected the red faces of the two girls.

They were whispering something in the native language, as if they were talking about the battle in the cracked stone cemetery, or perhaps something else. They seemed to be talking about some topics about the native warriors of the Jarawa tribe, but there were too many native languages ​​that I couldn't understand, so I didn't know what they were talking about.

Moraya sat on my left. She reached out and gathered her wet shoulder-length hair together. When she raised her hands, her body outlined a graceful curve.

Her delicate eyes held a faint smile, as if she was more confident than before after becoming a 12th-level magician.

"Ji Jia, do you know what I saw when I became a 12th-level magician in the valley of the Cracked Stone Cemetery?" Morayaer said to me, looking at the rain curtain outside the wooden house.

"What did you see? Let me guess."

I put the condensed ice cubes into the glass, and the ice cubes made a pleasant tinkling sound against the wall of the glass, and then filled the glass with amber golden cider.

And I immediately began to recall the scene when Moraya was promoted. To be honest, I happened to be talking to the ancient tree of war Anyuddin at that time. At that time, I had determined that her path to promotion was safe, so I didn’t pay attention. to what she saw later.

I put my hand on my forehead, lowered my head and recalled the scene in the valley, and said to her: "When you were in the promotion process, you exuded a strong magical aura of wood elements, and your whole skin was It becomes green... I heard that if the affinity of the wood element reaches a certain level, you can see the wood elemental spirit living in the elemental world. Did you see the wood elemental spirit and have a brief chat with it? communication?”

"Haha, I really want to see the wood elemental spirit. Moras said that my elemental affinity is still far away!" Moraya couldn't help laughing when she heard what I said.

Then she arranged her hair again, looked at me and said with a serious face: "In that valley, I saw some history about the Cracked Stone Cemetery. Perhaps it can be said that the ancient war tree Anyyuddin continued to fight against the Black Forest. The story of the sealing circle."

I didn't find what Moraya said in that valley, so I suddenly became interested and asked her:

"You mean, Anyuddin has always wanted to break free from the shackles of the sealing circle in the black forest?"

The ancient war tree in the Cracked Stone Cemetery seems to know a lot of secrets about this black forest. It was just the first time we met, and we were testing each other, so we didn't get any more information from it.

"Well, that's right." Moraya asked me: "Do you know how the Cracked Stone Cemetery came to be?"

I handed her the golden cider with ice in my hand and said to her: "Isn't this just a name given by the indigenous people of Hierro? It probably means it literally."

At this time, the indigenous maid Puyaka handed us a few pieces of toasted wheat cakes cut into triangles. They baked the wheat cakes until they were golden and crispy, and were covered with a layer of maple syrup that exuded a burnt smell. It tasted like roasted wheat. The biscuits are exceptionally crispy and sweet. The way of eating toasted wheat biscuits with maple syrup was thought up by the indigenous people, and it is a very good taste experience.

Moraya stretched out two fingers to pinch a triangular piece of wheat cake, put it elegantly to her mouth and took a small bite before saying to me: "It is said that before the World Tree set up this sealing circle, in the Black Forest The ancient war trees have their own territory, and they lead a group of tree spirits in Wandering around the territory constantly, they are called the guardians of the forest. Later, a melee broke out between the ancient war trees. So after the return of the World Tree, a large sealing circle was set up in the black forest, and all living The real ancient trees and tree spirits are imprisoned in place.”

I knew this history of the Hierro plane. I nodded to her, expecting her to continue.

Morayar continued: "Since the day the sealing circle existed, Anyuddin and the tree spirits here have been constantly trying to break free. The developed root system was pulled out and the previous ability to move was restored, but there was no way to do this under the constraints of the sealing circle, so they made some bold attempts to seal the circle. "

Unexpectedly, since the ancient war tree Anyuddin has such a violent heart, for the ancient tree clan whose life seems to never end, such a violent mood is most unsuitable for them.

I couldn't help the curiosity in my heart and asked Moraya: "I would like to know what kind of attempts Mr. Anyuddin, the ancient tree of war, will make next?"

Moraya smiled, stuffed a piece of baked wheat cake into her mouth, took another piece from Puyaka's hand, and then said: "Including cutting off the roots of the tree to break free from the shackles of the forbidden circle, or Let the Yero indigenous believers try to destroy the magic hub that sealed the magic circle, but they all failed, so the Cracked Stone Cemetery was later created."

I stared at Molayar with wide eyes and asked, "Could it be that the Cracked Stone Cemetery is also a means of resistance against the forbidden magic circle?"

"Yes, the stone forest in the Cracked Stone Cemetery was deliberately dug out by the tree spirits. Although the tree spirits cannot move, they have the ability to dig, so they used hundreds of years to dig themselves out of the soil. "The original appearance of this stone forest was actually a ridge. They dug out the entire mountain until there were only thousands of stone forests left. They thought they could break free," Morayar said famously, gesturing with his hands.

It's hard to believe that the stone forests in the Cracked Stone Cemetery were actually dug out. No wonder those pillar mountains are so unstable.

But it seems that Anyuddin and his dryads must have failed, otherwise they would not remain in the Cracked Stone Cemetery.

"But then the dryads discovered that once the roots left Zhushan, the magical power on their bodies slowly disappeared and they turned into an ordinary giant tree and died. The dryads' plan to break free from the confinement of the forbidden circle ultimately failed. , but the strange landscape of the Cracked Stone Cemetery has been preserved," Morayaer told me.

"This...oh no, this ancient war tree, Mr. Anyuddin, really has a lot of character." I couldn't help but praise him.

"..."

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When we returned to the valley camp, five thousand knights were guarding the camp nervously. Seeing us return triumphantly, the knights ran out of the camp cheering, and the whole valley was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Kalancuo and her orcs and armored warriors were on their way to the Sun's Wrath Bridge as the vanguard camp.

We did not continue to rest in the valley camp. After dismantling the camp, we continued to march south with the armored knights. When our team walked out of the valley, we happened to see a team of native warriors from the Galawa tribe rushing up. They only had some basic wooden spears, wooden shields and wooden bows in their hands. The native warriors were wearing bark armor with green leaves growing on them. A young Galawa tribe leader ran in front and excitedly ran to me and said a lot to me.

I looked at Puyaka who was following behind me with a puzzled look on my face. Puyaka shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "The leader of the Jarawa tribe said that he wanted to go with us to kill the Nibru spider man."

At this time, I saw some young Jarawa tribe native warriors coming out of the dense forest behind the native leader.

When these native warriors came up, they ignored my existence and saluted respectfully to Morayaer who was standing beside me.

I hesitated for a moment and did not agree immediately.

To be honest, these native warriors, in addition to being cannon fodder on the battlefield, can only help us clean up the battlefield occasionally, or block the giant spider's footsteps from behind.

The native warriors have no ability to fight against the strength of the Nibru spiders, and their joining will make my team look too bloated, and these native warriors certainly cannot live without food and water. Once they are included in the team, I will also provide them with a batch of military supplies.

Military supplies have been in short supply recently. If they are distributed to the natives, the supply will be even more stretched.

Although the imperial capital has prepared a full range of supplies under Alia's preparation, how to transport them all to the Yello plane has always been a big problem.

Under the expectation of the native leaders of the Gilda tribe and the Galawa tribe, I rejected these native warriors of the Galawa tribe.