My Magic Age

In such an afternoon, with the warm sunshine shining down, Qi Ge put her hands on her eyebrows to make a shelter and looked towards Kuz. Then he said with some confusion: "What are they talking about? Don't you just want to exchange these armors and weapons for that piece of Gobi? It's really annoying to grind there, otherwise we go there Sit in the shop for a while and let Aziz talk to these old men here. It’s all his family’s business anyway.”

Qige pointed to a restaurant not far away. On the outside of the circular corridor surrounding the central square, there were many very luxurious-looking shops. A two-story small attic with a brick and stone structure was not far from the parliament hall. A hundred meters away, it is built facing the street. There is a beer mug and a grilled lamb chop painted on the front door. Although the lines are very simple, the artist's skill is very profound. People can recognize these two things at a glance, and then it is not difficult to guess what they are. It's a restaurant.

I was a little hesitant. Look at the fine salt under my butt. These salts have to be exchanged for money. If I don't keep them here, losing a bag will not be worth the loss! This time we are going to hunt those swamp zombies at the edge of the swamp. The road ahead is bleak. Kurtz and I don’t know exactly what kind of strength those zombies are. But based on the descriptions of Gribaschin and Kurt, roughly With some understanding, we are like a pony crossing a river at this time. How can we know the depth without trying it.

"Okay, okay! We'll be waiting for him for a while. Catalina, go buy us some glasses of apple juice!" Qige waved her handkerchief impatiently.

Catalina is timid, and I'm worried that if she goes to this orc tavern, she will be teased by those brutal orc werewolves. After all, such a charming red-haired beauty is very conspicuous when walking on the street. So he said, "How about I go? You guys wait here."

"Then I'll go too!" Qige jumped off the salt bag with a proud smile on her lips.

I sighed with a slumped face and said, "Forget it, let's go together!"

Of course, it is necessary to say hello to Kurtz before leaving. Otherwise, when this guy turns around and finds that we are all gone, leaving him to eat alone, he will be depressed and lose his temper alone. This guy has a bad temper and personality. Okay, but he is just greedy. How can we go to enjoy the delicious food without him? I quietly walked over and pulled his clean leather armor beside him. The surroundings were very noisy. The members of the Presbyterian Church were still chattering to Kurt about the gray dwarves. It seemed that this time in ancient times The discovery of gray dwarves on the outskirts of Rudin Town was a big deal for the Rudin Council.

Kurtz was dizzy when asked by the liger elder. He was joking, how do we know where these dwarves come from?

I was worried that Kurtz couldn't hear me clearly, so I said to him loudly: "We are going to have some lunch in the restaurant over there. I won't wait for you. You have to keep an eye on our salt here." When we come back, I will bring you something to eat!”

The next moment, everyone stopped arguing, as if the whole world had gone silent. A tiger tooth bracelet slipped off someone's wrist and fell on the bluestone floor, making a series of crisp sounds. I heard it so clearly. The word "salt" in my mouth seemed to have been magnified countless times, like a heavy hammer repeatedly hitting the chests of these congressmen.

All this seemed to be frozen, when the sharp dagger of the werewolf guard once again pierced the sack of salt, and saw the fine white salt flowing out of the sack like sand and sprinkling on the blue slate floor. I'll beat your lungs out! Who knows how hard it is to get these salt bags? In order to transport the fine salt, the beast girls of the Laitu tribe stayed up for several nights, sewing the linen shirts in the dwarves' chain mail into sacks almost as soon as they were seen.

Seeing the snow-white fine salt flowing all over the ground, the werewolf guard did not expect that the salt inside would flow out like sand. He hurriedly blocked the opening with his hand, but there was still fine salt flowing out from his fingers. Kurt walked forward with a few strides, kicked the werewolf guard away with a fierce kick, frowned at the fine salt scattered on the ground, and shouted with a dark expression: "Go get the salt box!"

Kurt put his hand on the opening of the sack and took a handful of salt. He put a little bit of it to his lips and licked it. It was very salty and had no peculiar smell. These Presbyterian members stared at Kurt nervously. Kurt nodded seriously. There were all kinds of expressions on the face for a while, and the expressions were wonderful.

"Did you make all of these over there in Qinghai Lake?" Kurt asked Kurtz seriously.

Kurtz was in a daze, then nodded and said yes. Those snow-white fine salts shine dazzlingly in the sun, as if they are showing off their extraordinaryness. At this time, a werewolf elder next to Kurt also came over, laughed and said: "I have never seen such fine fine salt in the hands of any human businessman, your seventh son is very capable. , This is really a heroic boy. He can get so much good salt from Qinghai Lake without saying a word. "

The members of the Presbyterian Council gathered around curiously. Recently, all the salt stores in various trading houses in Gurudin Town have almost run out of salt. Everyone's daily food has almost faded away, and their eyes are twinkling when they look at the white salt. After all, everyone has their own thoughts. After all, this is a big deal.

This means that no matter what happens in the future, you will no longer have to look at the faces of the salt merchants from the human and dwarf races. This is the real ability of the orc tribe to make its own salt. But the habit of nearly a thousand years made the members of the Gurudin Presbyterian Church wary, so someone in the crowd asked again: "These salts are transported back from the Qinghai Lake on the other side of the Gobi that was cursed by evil spirits. ?”

"Yes!" Kurtz answered honestly.

"Isn't it said that the salt lake there is poisonous?" A congressman approached Kurt and asked, gently rubbing the fine salt with his hand.

The congressmen who had been close to each other dispersed again, as if they were avoiding the plague, for fear that the poison would infect them. Most of these people are orcs with gorgeous clothes and noble status. They have their own tribes and territories in the western wilderness.

There were several orc wise men who stayed with Kurt. One of them even pinched a small handful of fine salt, looked up at Kurt with wise eyes, and asked calmly: "Even if those wilderness bison drink... If you drink the salt water of Qinghai Lake, you will be poisoned. Are you sure that the salt does not contain poisons that can kill people if eaten?"

Kurtz nodded firmly, and then amidst the exclamations of everyone, the orc wise man swallowed the small pinch of fine salt directly. He covered his neck with one hand and made a weird gurgling sound in his throat. His face turned red as he greeted the guards beside him, and he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing the orc wise man's painful look, a shy werewolf noble immediately stood up, pointed at Kurtz's nose and said sarcastically: "Humph! You young people are so self-righteous, you really think you are the savior. ! In thousands of years of inheritance, there is no one. The sages dared to eat the salt from Qinghai Lake because it was cursed by the devil. It was a cursed land, and the salt water there could poison a strong cow. You...you are so brave. You dare to carry salt back from there, and why? How bold it is to send it to the Presbyterian Church blatantly!”

"If you kill the wise man Imsh this time, you will be sent to the gallows!" Another werewolf noble from the side came up and said to Kurtz. He was frightened by Kurt's sharp eyes and hid in the crowd again.

Kurtz's face turned red, and he became anxious and stuttered: "I...I..."

I looked aside and saw that the Imsh wise man didn't look like he was poisoned. Then I thought about whether the old orc had eaten too much salt just now, so I took off the water bag from Kurtz's waist, ran forward and handed it to him obediently. Imsh the wise man, this orc wise man was obviously salty. He grabbed the kettle and poured a gulp of water down his throat. Then he exhaled and said: "This salt is so salty!"

Seeing that the wise man Imsh was only hit by salt in his throat, and after taking a sip of water, nothing happened. At this time, the fat werewolf councilor who came out of the crowd was inevitably a little embarrassed. He could neither advance nor retreat, and was a little at a loss. He stood alone on the field. The werewolf nobles who had just cheered for him had withdrawn into the crowd in dejection, but who had the mind to care about him at this time.

Salt used to be a big trouble for the orc tribe, but now when someone stands up and says: I can get endless amounts of salt!

This is a very big cake, so big that if a person eats it, he will be drowned alive by the hungry people. Even if Kuz’s family has been in charge of the Blood Wolf clan for decades, even if Kuler Mr. Paulos Shaman is also the spiritual leader of the entire orc tribe of werewolves. It is impossible for this to make the matter of salt production fall on Kurtz alone.

The power of the orc tribe on the Pai Plateau is very scattered. The orc and wolf tribe alone is divided into several major factions. The Silver Moon Wolf Clan, which was once known as the werewolf royal family, and the White Wolf Clan guarding the southernmost part of the Pai Plateau at Gundam Mir. (also known as the Frostwolf Clan), guarding the ancient wilderness of the western Pai Plateau. The Blood Wolf Clan of Rudin Fortress, the Gray Claw Wolf Clan living a nomadic life in the wilderness, and the War Wolf Clan guarding the Holy Snow Mountain. These are just the forces of the werewolf clan in the orc tribe. There are also other orc forces, such as the centaurs and horses. , Tauren clan, Liger clan, Ogre clan and so on. If the issue of salt causes internal strife or even disputes within the Blood Wolf Clan from the very beginning, then one day the Blood Wolf Clan itself will not be able to keep the formula for making salt. Therefore, we will not have this big cake from the beginning. I thought about taking it all for myself. When Kurt and the other two elders of the Presbyterian Church found us, Kuz, Qige, and I made it clear that this salt-making technique belonged to the Presbyterian Council of Gurudin Town and the Blood Wolf Clan. of. We just want to share a little bit of the salt-making errand, that's a small request. And Kurt and two other powerful elders have agreed to our request.

When these snow-white fine salts really appeared in front of the elders' eyes, these fine salts like white sand were actually several times better than the coarse salt brought in by merchants from the Green Empire or the Dwarf Kingdom thousands of miles away. Coarse salt contains grit, impurities, and even bitterness. When orcs eat salt, they usually have to dissolve it with water before they can eat it. There is a huge difference between the two. These old orc elders and councilors who can stand in the Presbyterian Council each have a large tribe to rely on. After so many years of experience in the Presbyterian Council, their pores have already become hollow, so When they saw these crystal-clear fine salts like white sand, all the congressmen gathered around them and began to ask about the details of the salt-making process.

So, we once again needed a reason to explain why we have the salt-making technique. Kuz and I looked at each other in tacit understanding, and at the same time, our eyes fell on Qige...

Well, when a child and a seemingly honest orc boy pointed at a magician apprentice and said: She told us! At this time, Miss Qi widened her eyes, no matter how innocently she blinked, it was useless. So this salt-making technique was described by me and Kuz as the secret technique of salt-making in the Kingdom of Etia. Miss Qi is a magic apprentice in the Green Royal Primary Magic Academy and a genius magic pharmacist.

After a long discussion, the kind-hearted elders of the Elders' Council of Guludin Town decided to give some rewards to the magic apprentice Qi Ge. After all, helping the orc tribe solve a life problem that has troubled the orc tribe for hundreds of years, such an achievement would not be too much to reward some high-level magic herbs or high-level magic metals, magic crystals, and epic weapons.

"Child, what do you want? I will do my best to compensate you for what you have done for our orc tribe!" The lion-tiger elder next to Kurt asked such a question again.

Qi Ge stood beside Kuz, with her hands behind her back, looking very well-behaved. When she smiled, her eyes were like crescent moons, which made everyone feel her cuteness. Her big eyes turned, and then under the gaze of everyone, her eyes swept to my waist.

At this moment, my heart was in a panic, and I subconsciously touched the hemp rope tied on my belt. The hemp rope was woven into a beautiful bow, and under the rope was a tiger eye stone drum the size of an adult's fist. I secretly complained in my heart. I was too showy in the morning. In order to show off to the old orc Gribaschin, I hung this very beloved stone drum as a decoration. Although the fist-sized stone was very heavy hanging on my waist, I didn't feel it much when I sat on the back of the Yagui beast later, and forgot to put it in my bag for a while.

At this time, a group of orc elders from the Council of Elders looked at me together, and I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. This stone drum is exactly what a junior shaman witch doctor can have. If I hang this up, won't it be ruthless! Don't offend women, I thought sadly at this moment, but I didn't expect Qige to say: "Then give me two more stone drums. This ornament is so beautifully made. I like its carving craftsmanship very much!"

Kuz, the lion-tiger elder with two-color pupils and I were instantly petrified!

Few people make such requests, mainly because orcs who need it will naturally have it, and it is useless for those who don't need it. This item looks like an ornament or a small ornament, but it is actually the simplest totem of the orc shaman. Only orc shamans with magical powers are qualified to use it. Any orc who becomes a shaman has the opportunity to choose a stone drum of any attribute in the warehouse of the Council of Elders. The difference between them is that each stone drum contains a primary spell. As long as you pour mana into the stone drum, you can activate the magic pattern array in the stone drum and activate the magic skills.

These magic skills are roughly divided into four categories: wind, fire, water, and earth. Generally, the early orc shamans will choose the stone drum totem. After all, it is not easy for the orc shamans to improve their affinity with magic elements. The early orc shamans will choose a certain series of magic elements to practice and improve their affinity, so generally, the shamans only need one stone drum totem in the early stage.

This stone drum totem consumes very little magic power. When they reach a high level, the shamans will choose a higher-level stone pillar totem. At this time, the stone drum totems on those shamans are useless. Many shamans will return these unused stone drum totems to the elders.

I am holding three other stone drums with different runes in my hand. These three stone drums are all selected by the lion-tiger elder from the warehouse repeatedly. The carving craftsmanship is extremely exquisite and the material is slightly precious. Different types of magic patterns were engraved on the three stone drums. The carvings on each stone drum were different from the black fire magic pattern on the stone drum on my body. The fist-sized blue crystal stone drum with shimmering waves was engraved with overlapping waves magic patterns, the crystal-clear moonlight stone drum was engraved with light and uncertain wind magic patterns, and the verdant turquoise drum was engraved with the endless mountains on the northern foot of the Pai Plateau. This magnificent picture was condensed into the small stone drum. Qi Ge looked at me with a smile, and then tied the other three stone drums one by one with hemp ropes and hung them all on my waist. The four heavy stone drums almost broke my leather belt. I asked Qi Ge with my eyes, but she secretly winked at me, as if to say: Don't worry, there will definitely be benefits for you!