My Magic Age

Under Kalancuo's sharp gaze, the orc warriors climbed up from the soft grass, untied their magic pattern structures, and sat down next to the big tree. Although they were too tired to move, they were still doing some stretching exercises with a grin.

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"Nothing. When chasing the spider warriors, I was accidentally surrounded by giant spiders." Kalancuo leaned his double-edged sword against the tree, untied the straps of the hard leather shoulder guard, and then threw it on the grass at his feet. There was a faint purple blood stain on the grass leaves. Although he looked tired, he said to Justus calmly.

Justus asked her with a puzzled look on his face: "Can giant spiders stop you orc construct warriors?"

The biggest advantage of the orc warriors under Kalancuo is that they have a strong physique, and their endurance and recovery are also excellent. Especially in field battles, the orc warriors hardly need to rest, and they can always stay in combat at any time. In the battle with the giant spiders, these orc warriors did not suffer too serious injuries, but they were so tired that they didn't even want to move. This is the first time I have seen such a situation.

Kalancuo glanced at Justus and said, "A group of giant spiders are blocking the road and wanting to die. Of course, we should kill them all. What else can we do? Are they expecting us to catch some alive?"

She sat on a raised tree root, took off her hard leather boots dripping with purple blood, and poured the remaining water in the water bag on her head. The reddish-brown blood flowed down her neck. It was not her blood, but the blood of the giant spiders that splashed on her body. It was stained on her hair, skin, and armor. It had already become sticky. Under the washing of clean water, the blood kept flowing down her body.

Kalancuo's hand touched the hard leather armor on her body, and she impatiently pulled the leather buckle open. The blood flowed into the constructed leather armor, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Justus stared at Kalancuo with his mouth wide open, and couldn't help asking in surprise: "How many giant spiders did you kill?"

Kalancuo stood up from the tree root, bent down to pick up the blood-stained leather boots and shoulder pads on the ground, stood up straight, and then said casually: "I can't remember, I killed all the ones I saw in the dense forest."

Justus stood there, a little dazed, muttering to himself: "It is estimated that the Nibru spider man was forced into a corner, and had to cut off his wrist, allowing a large group of giant spiders to entangle you, so that the large army of the spider army could escape."

I frowned slightly and asked Kalancuo: "Didn't the tree spirits give a warning? How did they run into the ambush of the giant spiders?"

If they were not in a hard battle, the orc warriors would probably not be so embarrassed. I think this may be caused by the tree spirits not providing the necessary information to Kalancuo in time.

Kalancuo stood barefoot in front of me, putting her bloody shoulder-length hair behind her head. She has changed a lot recently, exuding an imposing heroic spirit. She said to me: "They did warn us that there was danger ahead, and I wanted to lead the warriors to break through their formation, but unfortunately I couldn't rush through."

...Okay! I believe that with her temper, she would make such a choice. She would rush into the ambush even though she knew there was an ambush ahead. The unyielding momentum of the orc wolf warriors was fully demonstrated in her.

I asked her: "You were trapped in the giant spider group until you killed them all?"

Kalancuo walked barefoot to the camp with her boots and shoulder pads, saying: "Almost, maybe some are alive."

There was no tent of mine in the camp. Every time they camped, the Gilda natives would build a tree house on the tree. Kalancuo thought of this when she walked into the camp. She looked up at the trees around her and found a spiral wooden staircase on a thick tree. This was a masterpiece of the natives. They abandoned the rope ladder they usually used and built a more convenient spiral staircase under my wooden house.

Kalancuo walked over, stepping barefoot on the wooden stairs, leaving a thick bloody footprint on the stairs with every step she took.

The two native maids looked at each other, and hurriedly followed Kalancuo with their skirts lifted, and also climbed the stairs.

I stood at the stairs and told Justus who was about to turn around and leave: "Justus, go to Earl Desmond and ask him to collect all the magic pattern constructs that need to be repaired and send them to me as soon as possible. Before going to the sick forest, I think we need to rest well. All the weapons and equipment that need to be repaired should be repaired."

Hearing what I said, Justus immediately agreed: "I will do it as you ask."

I pressed my forehead and remembered something. I said to Justus who was about to leave: "By the way, I can also bring some family letters for the knights in the Construct Knights. I can't guarantee that they will receive the reply, but I can guarantee that these letters will definitely be delivered to the city of Sloyte."

Justus nodded and was about to turn around...

I said again: "Also, if the barbarians under your command want to hold a barbecue party to celebrate the victory, I can provide some golden apple wine."

Justus looked at me seriously. This time he paused in front of me for a few seconds to make sure that I had nothing else to do before turning around... and turning around again.

I looked at him in confusion and spread my hands to show that I didn't call him.

"Uh...Jijia, can you bring back some fish this time?" Justus said to me, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

I didn't expect Justus to have such a request, but it is not a difficult thing for me. Thinking that as a descendant of the Siren, he actually lived in the plane of Hierro for several months, far away from the sea. It might be a bit unfamiliar to him, but he usually doesn't notice it.

I smiled and said to him: "Of course, it is very convenient to buy fish now. What kind of fish do you like to eat?"

Justus whispered: "Whatever, I just have been away from the sea for too long, and I miss the smell of the sea a little bit."

After saying that, he walked out of the camp and walked to the camp of the Beifong Legion's Constructed Knights nearby.

…

Catalina, Molayar, and I were sitting on the terrace outside the wooden house chatting.

There was the sound of rushing water in the wooden house, and blood dripped down the cracks in the floor of the tree house.

I knew that this wooden house could not escape the fate of being used as a bathroom. Puyaka cleaned the water stains in the room, and Kony squatted aside to clean the magic pattern structure hard leather armor for Kalantso. The two indigenous girls never forgot it. own responsibility.

Kalantso opened the door and walked out of the wooden house with a towel wrapped around her. She imitated my posture and sat on the stairs. Water was still dripping from her chestnut hair. Perhaps it was because the sun could not be seen in the Hierro plane. Because of her, the rounded shoulders reveal a light wheat color that is so shiny. She has a very fit figure, and the waistcoat line on her abdomen is clearly visible.

There is a platform outside the tree house. Molayar and Catalina are leaning on the fence of the platform, watching people under the tree constantly carrying wooden boxes over, piling them up like a hill.

These are all the magic pattern structures that need to be brought back to the Imperial Capital's magic pattern workshop for repair. I didn't expect that there would be so many together.

After bathing, Kalancso's face became rosy and she took off her magic pattern armor. It was rare to see her dressed like this.

It is said that orcs age easily, but the years did not seem to leave any traces on her face. I seemed to be transported back to four years ago, when I first saw her in the slave market. Holding little Ella in hand, with a piece of extremely simple linen wrapped around her body, she stood quietly on the slave auction stage. Her look at that time immediately impressed me at that time.

I asked Kalantso: "Would you like to go back to the Imperial Capital for a night? You might like the swimming pool in the backyard."

She looked at me and said, "Okay!...Are you going back again?"

Kalantso rarely refuses me verbally.

In response to her question, I replied: "Yes, not only do the Construct Knights have a large number of magic pattern constructs that need to be repaired, but the specially customized Warlord's hard leather armor here should also be almost ready, as well as the Knights There is also a need to replenish a batch of supplies over there, and there are some things in the imperial capital that I need to deal with. In addition, I have to submit an application for a vacation extension to the college. I can't let the war here end in the middle, and I will be killed. Forced to go back to college to attend classes.”

Moraya heard our conversation and joked behind me: "I heard that if you miss too many classes, it will be difficult to graduate from the Royal Academy of Magic smoothly. Do you want me to go to the Royal Academy of Magic to find someone to help you clear it up?"

She said this because she didn't know Qige, but I couldn't say that I was well-connected in the Magic Academy because I married a wife who was a magic teacher at the Royal Academy of Magic...

I could only say in a vague tone: "It's okay. This time I am using the excuse of being promoted to an intermediate magician. As long as the first transfer is successful, the academy can still make accommodations as appropriate."

Fortunately, Molayar did not ask for these details. She was simply enjoying the life of winning the war and returning to the imperial capital to relax.

Our wood magician stood on the terrace in front of the tree house, stretched out, and sighed: "This kind of plane war is really comfortable. Occasionally, I can go back to the imperial capital for a weekend."

At this time, Deborah emerged from nowhere, her feathers became clean and tidy, and she flapped her wings in front of Catalina. Her body hung outside the terrace, her hands resting on the railings of the terrace, like It is a light butterfly, with the roots of its wings growing out of its back. Every time it flaps its wings, the tendons under the ribs keep pulling, very rhythmically.

Catalina asked the harpy: "Deborah, do you want to go back together?"

Without thinking, Deborah refused directly and said: "I don't want to go back to that city that has a no-fly zone. I want to stay here in Hierro."

It seems that she has a big shadow in her heart towards the Imperial Capital. At this time, Katarina asked Kalantso: "Kalantuo, are you almost reaching level 19?"

Is Kalancuo almost reaching level 19?

For me, Kalancso wears the top-level "Power of the Bear" magic pattern structure, so she has always had the strength of a peak-level warrior, so I have never paid attention to her own strength.

"Well, almost half a month." Kalancso replied.

Sure enough, what Katarina said was not a guess.

Katarina asked again: "Then...have you started preparing to be promoted to a second-level advanced warrior?"

Kalancuo sneered and said with a self-deprecating look: "We're still far from it! After all, it's not easy to understand the fighting spirit. I plan to improve my strength to the extreme first, and then I will understand the path to promotion. "

Every first-level warrior hopes to be promoted to a second-level warrior, but the road to promotion is not as simple as imagined. It is like countless warriors walking on a tightrope. They cannot help but stop where they are and have to walk every step. Very correct and very solid.

I said to Kalancuo: "I once met a second-turn strongman of the White Wolf Clan in the wasteland on the northern foot of the Pai Plateau. He was able to jump from one bank of the Urutu River to the other. The second-turn strongman of the Orc Tribe is different from the second-turn great knight of the Empire. The second-turn strongman of the Orcs gives me the feeling of a sharp sword, while the second-turn great knight of the Green Empire gives me the feeling of a sacred shield. I heard that the second-turn can use the power of the elemental world to perform powerful combat skills."

Kalancuo's eyes lit up when he heard about the strong man of the White Wolf Clan.

I saw Count Desmond and a group of knights carrying a new batch of large wooden boxes, so I said, "I can ask Count Desmond about the promotion to the second-level warrior."

Morayaer retorted, "There is a big difference between orc warriors and imperial knights. Isn't it Yingdai who should ask the orc warriors for advice on this matter?"

I was choked by Morayaer's words and couldn't speak. After a dry cough, I said, "That's right!"

In addition to thousands of magic pattern constructs, there were also twenty boxes of magic herbs and large bundles of black iron weapons piled up under the tree, as well as some frozen spider leg meat.

The magic herbs will be transported to the Imperial Capital Magic Research Institute of the Tower of Pride. These magic herbs will be made into various levels of life potions according to the quality of the herbs.

These large bundles of black iron spears will also be sent to North Duisburg, with such a large pile of magic black iron.

And the furnace in North Duisburg will continue to emit billowing black smoke day and night.

As for the last spider leg meat, it was a gift promised to Noah. The annual summer festival was already being prepared. Last year, Noah served roasted demon antelope meat at the summer festival. This Pai Plateau orc-style barbecue received a lot of praise as soon as it appeared on campus. Last year's barbecue was a huge success. This year, Noah plans to continue last year's tradition and continue to provide special barbecue for magic students at the summer festival.

‘Roasted spider leg meat’

So, it was my turn to prepare the ingredients.

So I opened a portal in the wooden house and took these supplies back to the imperial capital.

When we returned to the imperial capital, it happened to be night...