My Magic Age

Uncle Fred washed the leather saddle cover off the Thunder Rhinoceros, and after telling me to focus on the areas to clean, he staggered away humming an unknown tune from his hometown.

Before he left, he said to me: If there is any leftover guinea pig broth, leave some for him. The leather boots under my feet stepped on the grass, bringing up the moist and fertile black soil, and the crumbs of the young grass carried their unique fragrance and were blown far away by the wind.

Each Thunder Rhino will be assigned three people, a driver and two deputies.

Fred is the deputy on the Thunder Rhino that is responsible for transporting old Kuru, Kurtz and me. He is usually responsible for keeping watch, providing water to the Thunder Rhino, cleaning leather saddle covers, etc.

Another deputy is responsible for feeding the Thunder Rhinoceros. The driver only needs to control the Thunder Rhino during the march of the team, and just pay attention to the health of the Thunder Rhino. Uncle Fred was very enthusiastic. During the time when I was lying on Thunder Rhino's back, unable to move, he was always helping Old Kuru to fetch water for me. Sometimes he would secretly give me a small piece of water, which was not very big. beef jerky.

He always maintained an optimistic mood, but he had a bad habit of drinking. Ever since the dancers came to the caravan, Fred always went to the magic carriage to have some fun.

Kurtz secretly told me: "Fred probably won't have a single coin left from this business trip. As long as he has a coin, this guy will stuff it into that little dancer's breasts. Why do you always have to work for him?" "

My back was bare and I was standing in the shallow water wearing only a pair of wide leather pants. I held a small brown-bristled brush in my hand and worked hard to brush the stained leather saddle cover. Before I could say anything, Old Kuru sat on the lake. On the grass on the shore, he suddenly said to us with a smile: "What are the specialties of Pai Plateau?"

"The gray dwarf bandits!" Kurtz's answer made Old Kuru cough repeatedly, and he hit Kurtz hard on the head with the rotten wooden staff, which made him feel like he hated iron.

"Is it herbal medicine, teacher?" I guessed.

"It can be considered a kind, but there are no high-level herbs on the Pai Plateau. There are only some low-level herbs such as silver-leaf grass, thorn grass, and devil's flower. These herbs can be found everywhere on the mainland, so they are not uncommon."

"The real specialty of our Pai Plateau is the magic antelope. The plateau climate here is most suitable for the growth of the magic antelope. The fertile land grows the magic antelope's favorite pasture deer moss. The warm and cool plateau climate makes the summer very short. There are no groups of hyenas here." Old Kuru spread his eyes to the distant prairie, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Magic antelope!" Kuz and I opened our mouths. Our caravan was stationed on the west side of the lake. Looking across the lake, we could see groups of magic antelopes drinking water on the east side of the lake. They were not afraid of people at all. "What are these antelopes going to do? Are they going to be made into fur coats and boots? Or are they dried and sold as meat?"

"Magic antelope skin is the lowest-level material that can carry magic arrays. Many magicians need to use it to make elementary magic scrolls. Skilled inscription masters will also use these magic antelope skins to make elementary inscription structures."

"Many adventure groups and demon hunters like to come here to hunt magic antelopes. Every year, more than 800,000 magic antelope skins are transported from the plateau to all parts of the mainland. They bring huge wealth to the entire Pai Plateau."

Old Kuru took out a parchment roll from his arms. The light yellow paper roll exuded a halo of magic. I could even clearly feel the rich fire element contained in the scroll. It was a very mysterious feeling.

I can't actually see anything on those magic elements, but I can clearly feel their existence, and I can feel those magic elements attached to the thin parchment, flowing slowly following certain rules, but The carved magic circle is not perfect, and there is a trace amount of fire element dissipating.

"Is this a magic scroll?" I asked, looking at the scroll with wide eyes in surprise. There is really magic in this wonderful world. I remember a few days ago I asked Kurtz if there were dragons on this continent. Kurtz answered me seriously that there were, and he wanted to become the brave man of the orcs. Before that, It requires the title of Dragon Slayer.

"Haha, they say magicians are very rich. Having said that, as long as a junior magician can awaken the magic pool, making magic scrolls is a required course and the most convenient way to make money. This junior magic scroll contains three fireballs. Although the power is not great, travelers to the north will carry some with them. No one wants to be blown into ice sculptures by a snowstorm overnight.

It was rare for Old Kuru to make a joke, and the joke was a bit cold. Kurtz looked at the grass in the distance, looking for traces of guinea pigs, obviously a little absent-minded.

But I am very interested. For me, magic is an unknown, novel and mysterious existence. The thought that Harry Potter could even fly through the sky on a broomstick is pretty cool just to think about it. I suddenly understood what Old Kuru meant.

Immediately said: "Are you saying that a large number of magic antelope skins will be made into magic scrolls? This is a unique wealth on the Pai Plateau? Will too many people hunt the magic antelope and make them extinct?"

I thought about the animals that had been hunted in large numbers in the previous world and were on the verge of extinction, and expressed my worries.

Old Kulu paused for a long time. After listening to my words and thinking for a long time, he raised his head and said: "These devil antelopes have few natural enemies on the Pai Plateau. They are natural athletes and they can run faster than wild horses." Double the amount.

Even the swift prairie lions don't like to hunt them, and they have strong reproductive capabilities, giving birth to cubs three times every two years.

There are too many of them. Even with such hunting, the number of the magic antelope population is still increasing. They compete with us orcs for pasture.

We need large tracts of pasture to graze cattle, so most orc tribes still welcome foreign adventure groups to enter the Pai Plateau to hunt magic antelopes.

Magic parchment accounts for nearly one-third of the paper used in elementary magic scrolls. In addition, there are a large number of luminous paper made from Phyllophyllum from the Eternal Night Forest and a kind of reed that grows in the wilderness swamp. The low-level magic paper that has been produced makes the profits of magic parchment very thin. Only the most basic adventure teams come back to the Pai Plateau to hunt the magic antelope. After all, this job cannot make a lot of money. "

Old Kulu changed the topic and continued to say to me: "But it is different if it is accompanied by a caravan. The caravan has strong transportation capacity and can even directly purchase some leather.

That's why we have two adventure groups following us.

Although Fred's hunting skills are not that good, he has good leather-making skills. Jijia, I asked you to brush his leather saddle covers because I wanted you to learn leathermaking from this guy, but it’s a pity that Kuz is impatient. "

Seeing the doting look in Old Kuru's eyes when he looked at Kuz, I suddenly understood why Old Kuru did his best to save me and let Kuz and I grow up together. Probably there are many ways in which we can complement each other, Kuz. Zi hates learning, even a little disgusted. He prefers the bone hunting knife.

Old Kuru seemed to be able to see through my heart, and said to me calmly: "You are the most special human child I have ever seen. You are very smart, have good magic talents, and are born with affinity to the fire element. You have not gone through magic." The awakening ceremony awakens the true name of your bloodline talent. Your life is destined to be extraordinary, but these are not the main reasons why I choose you. I value your heart more."

"Can you see my heart?" I didn't understand, but I knew that Old Kuru would definitely tell me next.

"Yes, because I am an orc shaman. My full name is Kuru. Shaman. Blessed by the Wind. Earth Walker. Soul Walker...Nimande."

This old orc man's name is too damn long, and there is actually a shaman in it. He is actually the most mysterious and rare spiritual leader shaman in a tribe of orcs.

I glanced at Old Kuru in shock, and almost threw the leather saddle bag in my hand into the lake. I have learned a lot about this world in the past few days. Whether it is a human or a strong orc, dwarf, elf, demon, there will be many things. The long full name, because the name contains the true name of their awakened bloodline. The strong men in the orc tribe have many titles, including ogres, tyrants, and overlords.

But the shamans are the most mysterious. They hold the inheritance of the soul power of the ancient ancestors of the orcs.

This is more like the archbishop in the human race. The druid in the elven world who can communicate with the World Tree is a strong man with transcendent status and powerful abilities.

I was a little confused, looking at this powerful orc who claimed to have hidden his identity, but I couldn't feel the slightest strength in him. I didn't think that an old orc like him could be a powerful shaman and witch doctor. .

I thought it might be Old Kuru's dream when he was young. This old guy always likes to brag about his adventurous experiences. I think Old Kuru was an orc witch doctor when he was young. But now that Old Kuru says he is a shaman, I see no reason not to believe him. So he asked: "Are you a shaman?"

"Yes, your heart is very pure. The moment you opened your eyes and looked at me, I could feel it. There was no racial discrimination in your heart. You didn't look at the orcs or dwarves around you in another way. Maybe Only a human child like you who was born in the Northern Territory can do this, and you may become Kurtz’s best friend in this life.”

"And all I need to do now is teach you and Kurtz what I have learned in this life."

"Kuz prefers fighting and hunting, but this is just the instinct of every orc child. Maybe he will become the guardian of the earth or the beast king hunter in the future."

"Since you can call me teacher, and the two of us can meet at the edge of the Burning Forest, this is the fate given to us by the Beast God King."

"I will tell you what I know slowly, but after all, the magic in the eyes of orcs is very different from that of humans. We don't call them magic, but the power of totems. I look forward to seeing you grow up." appearance."

When Old Kuru said these words, his voice could be clearly heard in my ears, but I found that the other people around me didn't seem to feel anything at all, as if there was no such person as Old Kuru sitting on the grass with me. Talk the same.

This is his usual little trick, the magic called ‘spiritual whispering’. I think it is magic. Old Kuru has always emphasized that this is the ability of the soul walker.

The deputies of the caravans by the lake who were responsible for cleaning the saddles of the Thunder Rhinoceros were still cleaning the leather saddle covers while talking and laughing, as if they were treating Old Kuru like air. Someone asked me with a friendly smile: Hi , Xiao Jijia, can't you brush it anymore? Do you need my help? Seeing that you are talking to yourself alone, are you a little tired?

I declined with a smile and expressed my gratitude.

"My child, you are very talented in magic. Even in the human kingdom, there are not many children with magic talents in this continent. In a big city with millions of people, there may only be less than a thousand people who can awaken and practice magic. This is even Including some families with powerful bloodlines and royal families. If you can become a magician one day, then you can understand that what you learn now will be a great wealth. "

I felt a little dizzy after hearing this, and thought to myself: "What on earth does this old orc master want to say?"

"Many magicians pay more attention to herbalism and pharmacies. These may have become regular courses in human black magic academies. I have been to some magic academies and have seen the human world explain the value and function of herbs in more comprehensive and detailed ways."

"But there are very few magicians who also learn leatherworking. I once tried to find "The Relationship between Animal Skin Texture and Magic Circles" at the famous Sloit Ivory Tower Magic Academy, which has the most comprehensive collection of books. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it. Leatherworking The technique is..."

Old Kuru said a lot, but only the sentence "Child, you are very talented in magic" lingered in my ears.

Oh My God! Maybe one day, I can become a mysterious magician?

This is so domineering to say!

Think about it when I hold a crystal wand in my hand, flash into the group of monsters, and shout: Break! break! break! There will be an ice ring that will freeze all the monsters around you into ice slag. How cool this would be!

This has a better future than squatting in a big hotel cutting potatoes into shreds and carving radish flowers.

I decided to follow what Old Kuru said and learn how to make leather with Fred first. There are so many skills in this thing that it is overwhelming.

After washing the leather saddle cover, I washed my leather jacket thoroughly inside and out, and hung it on the hemp rope that fixed the stakes outside the tent. After drying, I applied a layer of suet on the outside of the leather jacket. This coat will be like new, both warm and moisture-proof.

Then I took out the seasoning packets I had collected so hard from the package, and placed the seasonings such as Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, star anise, cumin, etc. on the tent to dry.

I was busy tidying up the tent I stayed in for the night, preparing cooking utensils and seasonings for the guinea pigs that Kuz was about to hunt back, and starting to light dried cow dung to cook soup for the caravan patients. Old Kuru and Leipas The housekeeper stood on the slope, sitting on a piece of limestone that had been broken into several pieces by weathering, and talked about me.

"This child can always discover something that we have overlooked. Those royal apothecaries of the human empire may not have thought that these low-level herbs can so magically make food more delicious. Sometimes I must admit the creativity of you humans."

"Haha, old man, I like this kid more and more. Diligence, humility, honesty, bravery, these good qualities appear in a child who is only seven years old. I really want to know which ancient family can do it in the fifth century. Teach these things to your children before they are 10 years old, and imprint them on their hearts, as if they were born with them." Steward Leipas narrowed his hawk-like eyes and gently twirled his thin black beard with one hand.

"Le Yi, do you think he comes from a family that inherits the talent of fire magic? What happened to make them abandon such a bloodline awakener? Did the people you sent back find any clues?" Lao Ku Lu took a deep breath.

"This is difficult, old man. You must know that the area is the Burnt Forest. To the east is the territory belonging to King Stan, to the west is the Death Desert, and to the north is the barren glacial tundra. There is nothing within a radius of three thousand miles. The territory belongs to the human lord and there are no clues as to his origin.”

"But I think he needs to receive a formal education from a magic academy in the future. An excellent magician's solid basic knowledge of magic will help him go further. You are a shaman after all. Although magic elements have many similarities, that It's the magic of the beasts "They are more suitable for orcs. Jijia must go to the human magic academy." Leipas rubbed his hand on the smooth bronze hilt, and the exquisite fine fish scale lines wrapped around the entire Roman sword. It was obvious that it was only for dwarves. Only a master craftsman can make exquisite weapons.

"I don't know which magic academy on the mainland would take in a wanderer without any identity, or should I write a letter of recommendation to my old friend? When I return to the tribe this time, I may not have the chance to hang out with you all over the world again. I I have to raise some orc children while I can still move. It’s very difficult to find a few orc children with magical talents.”

"No need to go to such trouble, I will arrange this... I will take him to find a suitable city. As long as he has a formal job and has lived there for three years, he will get city resident status and be allowed to participate in the city's junior magic school organization. "Magic Awakening Ceremony," Butler Leipas said, and the wrinkles on Old Kuru's face seemed to relax a little.

"That's fine."