My Magic Age

The wheel of time keeps moving forward. He is carving the lines of life on everyone's body. Every wrinkle is a trace left by him. No one would have thought that this time, on the eighth day of departure, The old orc Gribaschin collapsed without any warning. This incident made the entire orcs of the Laitu tribe feel particularly heavy. Everyone's gloomy face was like a rainy day in early summer.

At noon that day, the old orc Gribaschin seemed to feel that something was wrong with his body. At that time, he was still riding an argali and pointed at the gray mountains in the distance and told the orc children beside him: "Look, O Ge, as long as we cross the mountain in front, we can see our home."

"Ah, Master, that's great. We are going home. I kind of want to eat the potatoes in our swamp." The expression on the face of an orc werewolf child who was following Gribaschin After Libaschin said this, he immediately jumped up excitedly, turned around and shouted to his mother who was walking in the team not far away: "Grandma, Grandma, we are going home soon!"

The orcs of the Laitu tribe in the team opened their mouths when they heard the shouts of the orc children, and their eyes showed the light of hope. They all looked forward together, as if the endless wasteland in front of them belonged to them. Home, joy infects everyone in the tribe. Those beast girls who joined the tribe from outside were also pulled to look at the gray mountains in the distance. There would always be enthusiastic beastmen around them talking about the rich Drowning Pond, how rich the products there were, and how beautiful the climate was. What a pleasant room.

However, at this time, Gribastin's face suddenly became serious. He made the argali on his hip stop and tried to jump off the argali. However, his body swayed on the argali's back and he held on tightly with his hands. He held the reins, and sweat broke out on his wrinkled old face. Oger ran up to the side and stood aside to help Gribaschin off the argali.

"Help me go to the stone and do some exercises to let me catch my breath. I am getting older and my body is no longer useful!" Gribaschin patted the rough arm of the orc child Ogg and said happily: " Children who eat meat grow stronger. Look at how thick your arms are. You must be a brave person like Kuz and Jijia in the future. We orcs and werewolves have always been a nation known for our bravery. ”

"I got it, grandpa!" Ogg helped Gribaschin to the stone.

Gribasin patted Ogg's hand and said slowly: "Help me call Kuz and Jijia over, and your sister Grile, oh, I'll rest here for a while, you go Bar!"

When we rushed over, the old orc Gribaschin was sitting cross-legged under the shadow of the big stone. His face was as pale as gold paper, the wrinkles on his forehead had spread, and his glasses became gleaming. He greeted us very cordially and sat down. There is a very old rumor in the orc tribe. Once the wrinkles on the foreheads of the old people spread out, it is because the hands of the beast god's envoy in charge of life and death have been on their heads to take them back to the embrace of the orcs. . At this time, the dying old man comes into contact with the power of the gods. At this time, they will have a quarter of an hour with extremely energetic and clear-headed minds, which also means that it is time to arrange funeral arrangements.

There are even rumors that some powerful shamans understood the secret of heaven at the moment before their death, but the rumors are not credible.

At this time, it was time to rest. The team stopped. The argali needed water and graze, while the tribal orcs would gather together and take the opportunity to rest for a while. With more than a hundred argali that can travel, the beast girls in the tribe can take turns riding the argali, which can save a lot of energy. Now the Laitu tribe has successively taken in more than 400 fleeing orcs along the way.

The vast majority of these orcs are women, some of them are bringing their children, and a few are old orcs. When the men in their tribe went to hunt deep in the wilderness, they did not expect that their homes would be destroyed by the death swamp. The zombies that crawled out occupied them, and these orcs had no choice but to flee along the road and make a living by digging wild vegetables in the wilderness all day long. It was the old orc Gribaschin who took in these hungry orcs, who were emaciated and yellow-faced, against all objections. They walked all the way back from Gurudin Town, just to return home. They were full of gratitude to the old orc.

Everyone is full of confidence in their new lord. The great-grandson of the orc shaman high priest Kulepaulos is a very talented hunter and a warrior. He dares to fight fierce beasts at such a young age. By fighting wolves, you can go into the wilderness alone to hunt the wind-like magic antelope. The orcs in the team all recognize this new leader. Especially the original beast girls of Laitu, who have followed Kuz from the Northern Wasteland to the present. After the leader of Laitu abandoned them, in fact, the tribe of Laitu has always been the elder Gribaschin. Responsible for management, but almost all orcs think that Kurtz is the new leader of the Laitu tribe.

Seeing Geril sitting aside and crying, Gribaschin squeezed Gerile's hand and said with a smile: "Gelile is already a big girl. It's a pity that I couldn't see you get married with my own eyes. , but you look handsome, much like your grandma who died long ago. There are many young men in the tribe who secretly like you. These grandpas see it. You are kind, cheerful and lively by nature, and you are destined to be very happy in your life. ”

Gribaschin gently stroked Gerile's head, constantly comforting his little granddaughter, and then looked up at Kuz beside him, with expectant eyes in his eyes. Kurtz was stunned and speechless for a moment. At this time, the people around Gribastin also followed his gaze and looked at Kurtz. Suddenly, Kurtz's face turned red, and his forehead He was sweating slightly, his face was embarrassed, and he turned around and ran away.

Gribaschin wanted to wave him back, but he stretched out his hand halfway, but changed his mind, took his hand back, and then looked up at me. At this time, I felt that the old orc's eyes seemed to be able to Seeing through a person's soul is like the old Kuru at a certain moment. He looked at me carefully from top to bottom. The puzzled look in his eyes became more and more serious, and he looked at me more and more.

"How do you feel now?" I asked cautiously: "Are you not feeling well? Kuz and I purchased a lot of rare magic herbs along the way. We happened to have received a few mature plants of Grasshopper a few days ago. , this thing may be helpful to your body.”

At this time, Sister Guoguo also rushed over. The orcs all knew that she was a great magician. For the human magicians, the orcs had awe in their hearts and got out of the way. Sister Guoguo walked over quickly, squatted next to me and asked, "How are you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

She gently touched her hand, and a ball of water element condensed in her palm. I felt very dizzy at this time, and felt that the flow of time and space suddenly became extremely slow. Under such a strange flow of time, the surroundings All the orcs were in a stagnant state. Only Sister Guoguo in front of me was moving normally. She also looked at me in surprise at this time. The surprised look in her eyes was exactly the same as that of the old Kuru. But it was too late for her to talk to me. In this state, she couldn't hold on for too long at all, so she calmed down, drew a beautiful magic pattern array in her hand, and recited a long spell, Just when the spell and magic circle were about to end, this weird time flow suddenly disappeared without a trace, and everything returned to normal.

ah! It must have been "time stagnant" just now, I wonder why it feels so familiar! The magic skill that Sister Guoguo just performed must have been extremely cumbersome, otherwise she would never have activated "time stagnation" to perfectly integrate the magic spell and the magic circle in order to successfully cast magic. A strong water element poured into Gribastin's body with the vitality of life.

"Hydrotherapy!"

As a water auxiliary magician, Sister Guoguo learned her first magic skill "Water Bullet" during her apprenticeship as a seventh-level magician. However, when she reached the ninth level, her water skills After reaching the required elemental magic affinity, she actually gave up on learning the ice magic "Ice Condensation Technique", and instead took the path of assisting water magicians.

However, the spell full of restorative power fell on Gribastin's body, but there was no reaction at all. Sister Guoguo's face changed slightly, and she was about to use it again, but Gribasin stopped her. The old orc waved his hand and shook his head and said: "It's useless, don't waste your magic power in vain. Although I have never used it in this life, I can be promoted to a real shaman, but I have been an orc witch doctor for decades. No one in the world knows my body better than me. "

"If we compare everyone to a jar of water, the two children, Kuz and Jijia, are like a clay tire shaping period. No one knows how big their jars will be until the last moment, and the girl You are almost filling a jar that you have not filled with water. One day you will find that you will encounter an insurmountable bottleneck. As for me, I am actually a broken jar with holes everywhere. The jar is already full of cracks. No matter how much water you pour in, not a drop can be retained! Haha, I have nothing to regret after living to this age!”

The old orc Gribaschin looked calm, his eyes full of love and affection. He looked at Gerile who was throwing himself in his arms, and said calmly: "Don't be lazy all the time in the future, be more diligent." Son, don’t be too tough. Although we orc girls don’t know how to be gentle, we must be sensible. As the saying goes, we must be clear about love and hate. As long as we think it is right, we must stick to it.”

Gribasin choked and nodded. Gribastin looked at me again. His eyes suddenly became very bright, and then that kind of understanding appeared in his eyes, and his expression slowly became a little... Excited, maybe because his breathing was not smooth, he took a few breaths and then started coughing continuously. It took him a while to calm down. At this time, there was still a trace of purple blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at me and said as if pointing: "I finally understand... why those gray dwarves were defeated by the javelins of these women from the Laitu tribe. I always thought that it was just like what Qige said. Like that, victory depends on the accumulation of gold coins, hahahaha, this girl’s reason is really good! This is correct!”

I felt like the old orc Gribasin had seen the secret in me. Just when I was worried about this, I heard him say: "I know, I know. I just hope that one day in the future, Dangge When Rile is in trouble, you can help her because we have been together today."

"I promise you, when I have the ability, I will do it!" I quickly agreed.

"That's good, that's good!" Gribaschin smiled reassuringly. His body was already exhausted, and his eyelids kept drooping, but he still refused to close his eyes.

The reason is that I know that he still can't let go of Grile, but where did Kuz go at this time? The surroundings are already crowded with orcs from the Laitu tribe. When facing death, the orc werewolves are very quiet because they always believe that the beast god will send an envoy to take them back to the beast god. They are afraid that I have offended the envoy of God, so I am so quiet. The orcs were standing around the boulder, humming a song that sounded faintly sad in the wilderness.

"It's time to give up, love and hate will go with the wind, go home, never cry again, leave with love, reunite in heaven, and ring again, the melody of the Requiem, it's time to forget, everything will go with the wind, Let everything return to zero, love and hate finally subside..."

The faint sorrow of farewell in the song infected everyone in the tribe. I even secretly envied me. If one day I die, I also hope that someone will miss me like this. Just as I was thinking wildly, the sound of eager running sounded rapidly from far to near. I turned my head and looked over and saw Kurtz running over eagerly with a roll of luggage.

When he saw the sweating Kurtz running in front of the old orc Gribasin, the already weak old orc finally raised his head again. His eyes were shining with hope and his lips were trembling. But still couldn't make a sound. He looked extremely old at this time, and even a strong wind would take him away.

Kuz knelt half-kneeling in front of the old orc, and slowly opened the luggage roll in his arms. It turned out to be a brand-new magic antelope skin. He hesitated a little, as if he was organizing his words, and then hit himself with his fist. chest, plucked up the courage for himself, raised his head and looked at the old orc. He said firmly: "Although I am still two months away from participating in the tribe's adult ceremony, I want to say to you at this time: I want to marry Gerile as my wife, and I ask you to marry her to me. I am willing to use This magic antelope skin is my betrothal gift, and I swear I can make her happy throughout her life!”

Although the words are brief, each word is sonorous and powerful and comes from the heart.

When Gerile heard Kuz's words, she cried even harder. Looking at her red and swollen eyes, I felt that this girl was really pitiful.

After listening to Kuz's words, the old orc Gribaschin finally smiled with relief. He laughed proudly and said, "I don't care whether you participate in any coming-of-age ceremony or not, and I don't want any precious betrothal gifts. In my eyes, nothing is as important as the happiness of my little granddaughter. You made this oath in front of me, and I hope you can keep it in mind. "

The old orc looked at me again, and then said with a hint of pleading: "I hope someone here can bear witness!"

I have been sitting next to him, very close to Gribasin. I just noticed that the old orc has been trying his best to prolong his life, because the last thing has not been completed, and her little granddaughter has not been found yet. A person to rely on, he cannot leave with regrets. At this time, the old orc was no longer breathing, and he relied on the breath in his chest to support him. Seeing this, I felt so soft-hearted that I nodded and agreed without a moment's hesitation: "I will bear witness!"

Gribaschin finally raised his head and laughed, put Geril's hand into Kuz's big hand, and said three times: "Okay! Okay! Okay!" Before his gaping mouth could be closed, it was already Gone!

I thought to myself that this old orc failed to bring the people of the Laitu tribe back to drowning, so he died on the way. Like Mayana the Wise, he has a compassionate and kind heart. If it were not for the bond of the tribe, he might be walking alone in the wilderness like Mayana the Wise, teaching the orcs how to survive.

Kuz, Grile and I dug a hole on the edge of the big rock with our own hands, wrapped the old orc's body in Kuz's betrothal gift - the devil antelope skin, tied it with a straw rope and put it into the hole. After the soil was filled, large stones were moved on top and marks were carved on the stones. In order to make it easier to find when I have the opportunity to worship in the future.

Gribaschin just left quietly. After he found a way out for the entire Laitu tribe, he left quietly.

He left Kurtz with a helpless orc girl and a complete orc tribe. This left a powerful backer for the Laitu tribe.

I stood up and looked at the light gray mountains in the distance. It is said that behind the distant mountains is the eastern edge of the Death Swamp. The Death Swamp, the fault zone and the Yelian Mountains intersect here, forming a hilly area with very complex terrain. It is also a three-way intersection connecting the Western Wilderness, the Death Swamp, and the depths of the wasteland.

On the horizon in the distance, there are several fast horses galloping, and dust is flying behind the knights.

Sister Guoguo stood next to me, frowning and blocking the dazzling sunlight with her hands, looking into the distance, and then said to me: "It's Weilu and the others who are back!"

Weiru left in the morning and didn't come back until dusk with his team of storm chasers on fast horses. Gubo's horses were very fast, and they were galloping all the way, so it only took one day to cover the distance that our large army needed to walk in a week. They went to the Drowning Pond in the Death Swamp and brought back News of drowning.