My Magic Age

The battle was not completely stopped until it was completely dark.

We lit the fire scrolls on the mound. The light of these bonfires could be heard far away at night. We wanted the orcs who were digging wild vegetables in the wilderness to see the bonfires here and gather here. Although the gray dwarf bandits did not leave much food, their mounts, the argali, were almost all left here. Many of them froze to death, and those with frostbite were killed and skinned. This victory cost us more than half of the frost scrolls. These spoils were far from the value of the scrolls themselves, but the victory itself was the biggest gain.

The orcs of the Laitu tribe were happily skinning sheep. On those palm-sized magic scrolls, a bonfire that was constantly swallowing and spitting out green flames gathered. The orcs set up large pots on these bonfires. Next to each pot was an old orc with bare arms, holding a sharp bone-cutting knife in his hand, and neatly dissected the argali that had been skinned clean. The lean meat was put into a big pot to cook, and the remaining sheep heads, bones, and offal were piled aside. The beastwomen of the tribe were cleaning the internal organs and offal. These were good materials for making mutton soup, but it was a bit troublesome when there were too many. The intestines and stomachs that had not been processed in time were piled on the ground. The red flames reflected on the face of the old orc Gribaschin. His wrinkled face looked at the argali that had not been processed in time, which was piled like a small mountain, and he kept mumbling in ancient orc language. I wanted to listen, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Gerile sat next to Kuz and told me that it was her grandfather who was singing hymns to let the sheep spirits circling around the battlefield ascend to heaven. Kuz lay pale on the wolfskin mattress. He was carried back by the beastwomen of the Laitu tribe. After all, he was injured. The sharp claws cut two half-foot-long cuts on his shoulders, and the skin and flesh were torn to the bone. If it wasn't for the maid Asakusa who risked her life to protect Kuz, we probably wouldn't be able to see Kuz now.

Qi Ge frowned and looked at Kuz helplessly while sitting on a wooden block. She held a bottle of bright red healing potion in her hand and gently shook the potion. The bright red liquid in the bottle kept rippling with a magical halo. She stretched out her thumb to pop the cork at the mouth of the bottle, and quickly poured it into Kuz's mouth while the magic breath of the potion had not completely dissipated.

After preparing this bottle of healing potion, Miss Qi rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and sat on a wooden block nearby, refusing to leave. She seemed to be very curious about how Kuz was injured, just like me. In theory, chasing those gray dwarves who were like stray dogs, even if the combat power was not as good as the other party in the end, but with Kuz's outstanding talent "survival instinct", he would never be injured so badly. You know, if these two wounds were half an inch deeper, Kuz's entire shoulder blade and collarbone would be completely torn off, and even his internal organs would be injured.

For such external injuries, the human race handles them much more delicately than the beastmen. At least the humans in this world have learned first aid and suturing techniques, while the orcs in the tribe prefer to pick some hemostatic herbs from the wilderness, mash them directly and apply them to the wound, and bandage them hastily. Catalina half-knelt beside Kuz, carefully sewed up Kuz's torn skin and flesh with a needle, and watched Kuz grit his teeth and endure it, with a slight pursed mouth, holding back a smile.

Kuz is definitely not afraid of pain, he is just afraid of needles. Seeing him shrinking, even Catalina couldn't help laughing. This level of injury is not serious, but not light either. He is destined to suffer some physical pain. I never thought that his maid Asakusa was actually a formal orc warrior. She was always silent, but I didn't expect her to be so powerful.

I asked the maid Asakusa beside me: "How did those gray dwarves hurt him?"

"A group of harpies rescued the leader of the gray dwarves!" Maid Asakusa stared at the black stick in her hand. I have seen that heavy stick, which can smash the hard skull of an argali. "I broke the thigh of a harpy with a stick. They are very vengeful and may come back to trouble us!"

Qi Ge said bluntly: "Let them come! I want to see if their feathers will burn when they encounter fire!"

Harpies are a kind of fierce beast with a human head and an eagle body. They are extremely cunning and lustful by nature. They are very timid, have a pair of wings on their backs, like to live on cliffs, and often hunt lone orcs in the wilderness. I heard from Old Kuru that on the Pai Plateau, this species is a cross between the fallen demons and wild beasts. Their community is a matriarchal tribe like the Hell Spider Demons. They like to hunt strong orcs. The tribal elders issued a bounty order to encircle and kill the harpies a long time ago.

For a long time, the living space of the harpies on the Pai Plateau has become smaller and smaller. Many high-level hunters prefer to hunt these beasts with demon blood. Although the demon aura on them is very weak, their blood is still a very precious alchemical material.

At this time, I suddenly thought of what the beast girl reminded the female warriors of the Laitu tribe last night: danger does not come from the grass, but from the sky. It seems that the rumored harpies really exist in this area, and the most important thing is that they injured Kuz, rescued the gray dwarf leader, and let Miss Qi know that the harpies The blood of the banshee is the main ingredient for refining crazy potions. This material is difficult to buy in magic apothecary stores. Harpies are too rare, and the demand far exceeds the supply.

Qige had long said in the Beilu Wasteland that if she had the chance, she would hunt down a few harpies, collect a bottle of harpy blood, and bring it back to the Green Capital to give to her teacher. Now, a group of harpies suddenly appeared, making our way forward full of unknowns.

If Kuz hadn't been injured, I wouldn't have wanted to mess with those guys. If I had known in advance that there were harpies on Night Wolf Cliff, I would have been willing to go around the edge of Night Wolf Cliff. Those guys are cruel and cunning. Once they fly into the sky, we just can't deal with them. So we must think of a countermeasure to solve this problem, and we must think about it carefully.

...beautiful dividing line...

The bonfire once again attracted the fleeing orcs from afar. When they came from all directions with the food they dug, they were all stunned by the sight before them. They saw the gray dwarves piled up in a mountain of corpses in the distance, their green and white faces still showing temporary fear. At this time, the entire mound was brightly lit, and the piles of dwarf scales and neatly arranged weapons showed the fierce fighting power of the tribe in front of them. Every fleeing orc who sees these scenes will be filled with awe when facing the female beast warriors of the Laitu tribe. The orcs who were fleeing in the wilderness were constantly attracted by the fire, until it was completely dark, and there were already about a hundred orcs gathered under the hill.

There were boiling water in more than a dozen large iron pots, and milky white oily flowers floated from the soup. The mutton was tumbling back and forth in the pot, and the aroma of the broth floated far away in the night wind.

The orcs who came over to make a living in the wilderness saw the acre in front of them, and some did not dare to step forward. The aroma of mutton wafting down from the slope made these orcs, who had not had meat for a long time, swallow their saliva. Among the fleeing orcs, there was a five or six-year-old sallow-faced werewolf girl, pulling her The female orc leather vest asked her mother pitifully: "Mom, what smells so good!"

The old orc Gribaskin walked into the crowd of orcs arrogantly on crutches, and gently pressed the strong shoulders of a wolf beast girl with his big dry hands. Although the beast girl looked a little thin, she had a good figure. Tall, with broad shoulders and long arms, the leather parcel behind her was also filled with various wild vegetables. Behind her was the little orc girl who just spoke. The beast girl did not avoid Gribastin's big hand, but just stared at Gribastin with some vigilance. Gribastin nodded with satisfaction, patted the beast girl's cheek, and revealed the wrinkles on her face. Smiling like a withered chrysanthemum, he said pleasantly: "I want to hire you to help me with work. I won't be able to rest all night. Look at this..."

The old orc pointed at the piles of argali internal organs on the ground. The blood gathered into a small river and flowed to the bottom of the slope.

"These all need to be processed. They need to be washed clean enough with water, and then put together. Yes, just like they do. Finally, put them in a pot and cook them. You don't need to do this!" The old orc looked up and looked. Looking at the tall female orc, he continued : "Every time a pair of water is taken care of, this lung will be yours, and this will be considered your wages. But until we have cooked all the meat, the pot can be lent to you to cook your own food. Don't worry about the bonfire, These are magic flames, we have no shortage of them!”

"Are you willing to do it?" the old orc asked.

I'm afraid this is the most beautiful sentence that this beast girl has heard this year. She nodded hurriedly and said: "I will do it, I am willing to do it!"

"Go and wait over there, I'm picking out a few capable people!" Gribastin waved his hand to the beast girl and motioned her to go aside.

When the beast girl pulled the little beast man girl and was about to walk over, Gribastin stopped the two of them with his crutches and stared at the little beast man girl for a long time without saying anything. The beast girl's expression changed slightly, but she still held the little beast girl's hand. Gribaschin frowned and said: "This little girl is too young and can't do much work. I won't pay her any wages! If she makes trouble or her hands and feet are unclean, you two will get out together!"

The beast girl nodded quickly and took the little girl to the side. Gribasin did not stop her this time.

Hearing what the old orc Gribaschin said, some people among the orcs began to commotion. After all, such good things are rare. Gribasin picked through the crowd, and it took him a long time to select more than twenty beast girls who looked cleaner, and asked them to stand together with the previous beast girl. Without exception, anyone with an orc child will be warned: The child will not be paid.

Before the remaining orcs had time to be depressed, Gribasin picked up another group to cook the sheepskins. The peeled sheepskins were spread on the grass bloody, and the grease film on the sheepskins had dried. Make these sheepskins look tough. The last remaining dirty orcs, no matter how many there were, were directly assigned to dig pits in the distance and bury people.

Gribasin had just assigned all the work, and the orcs couldn't wait to get to work.

"Wait a minute!" The old orc Gribaschin called out to them quickly, and asked the orc female warrior of the Laitu tribe on the side to fetch a stack of wooden bowls from the one standing at the front with the little girl. Beast Girl grabbed a handful of wild vegetables from her backpack. These wild vegetables were picked very cleanly, with almost no yellow or rotten leaves, and the roots of the wild vegetables were clean without a trace of soil.

When the little girl saw Gribasin grabbing a handful of wild vegetables in their backpack, her eyes immediately turned red and she shouted: "That's us..."

The beast girl quickly covered the little girl's mouth and lowered her head without saying a word.

"Take it carefully! Why are you lowering your head?" the old orc scolded, stuffing two large wooden bowls into the arms of the beast girl, dividing the handful of wild vegetables in his hand into two parts, and putting them into the wooden bowls, frowning He said loudly: "You are so clumsy, don't wait for me to pick wild vegetables for you."

As he spoke, he grabbed a small handful of black flour from the flour bag on the side and sprinkled it into the large wooden bowl in Beast Girl's hand. He scooped out a spoonful of milky white mutton soup from the hot pot on the side and poured the hot mutton soup into it. On top of the fresh wild onions, the wild onions inside are cooked in an instant, and the black flour in the wooden bowl is also washed away by the hot soup, turning into a bowl of mushy noodle soup with wild onion flowers.

Gribaschin ordered the female beast warrior of the Laitu tribe behind him: "Each person can only give this small handful in the bowl. Don't give more. We don't have any extra flour. Children don't need to drink batter, they If you can’t do any work, just vegetable soup.”

The female beast warrior quickly followed the old orc's instructions and quickly made the orcs line up in a long queue and start serving soup. The originally chaotic fleeing orcs were quickly organized, and they actually helped us with our work gratefully. Actually, even if these orcs don't work, they still come to us and beg for a sip of mutton soup.

It's just that the old orc Gribaskin came up with an idea and asked these outside orcs to do some groceries and exchange their labor for the food that we couldn't take with us. This idea is really brilliant.

The chaotic scene that Kurtz and I were worried about did not appear. Instead, the orcs in the Laitu tribe began to take turns to rest after a hard day's work.

There are still nearly two hundred argali sheep that need to be dealt with. There is no hope of resting this night.

At this time, what really played a huge role were the thirty or so failed frost scrolls, which provided a large amount of water. Moreover, it seems to be very easy to use. This thing is not like a frost scroll, which releases a large amount of cold air in an instant and destroys the entire scroll. Instead, like a fire-gathering scroll, every time the scroll is opened, a water ball will gather out. After the scroll is rolled up, it can be used repeatedly.

Those orcs who were escaping in the wilderness cherished the work at hand. They almost wolfed down a bowl of noodle soup and started working.

On the grass in the distance, there were a dozen old Laitu orcs looking at the surviving argali. These rideable argali were not much smaller than horses. This time we captured nearly 170 of them. Intact argali, each argali is equipped with a complete saddle, and some argali are even covered with scales.

As the victors of the war, we have the right to distribute these spoils, but too many spoils can make people worry.

"What to do with these dwarf chain armor and scale armor?" I asked Kurtz beside me with some distress.

Kurtz weakly struggled to say: "How do I know!"

The orcs of the Blood Wolf Clan are not used to wearing heavy armor. Only heavily armored wolf knights will wear these heavy armors made of fine steel. Furthermore, the size of the dwarf armor is much different from that of the orcs. These armors need to be repaired in the blacksmith shop before they can be used by the orcs. .

"How about giving it to those beast female warriors? We can transport these armors back to Gurudin Town first, and then put them in the blacksmith shop for modification." I suggested.

Gribaschin and Kuz shook their heads slightly at the same time. The old orc explained: These beast girls are javelin throwers, and they cannot run in such heavy armor. What the hurlers need is flexible light armor. But those hatchets can stay.

"Then sell all the others! Or Aziz, you can give these to your elder brother. I always feel that this guy will not treat you badly, and maybe give you some other resources!" I suggested again.

Upon hearing this, Kuz nodded hurriedly.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart: They are indeed brothers! I'll knock your lungs out.