My Magic Age

I squatted in the sweltering cave, and the sweat on my forehead dripped on the rocky ground, making a weak crunching sound. Looking at the delicate lines carved on the metal box, I didn't expect that this kind of metal box is very common, and it seems that the goblins like to use these parchment drawings with certain parts on the bottom of the box.

Unfortunately, some of the drawings are not well preserved. The lines on some parchments have become a little blurry, and some have simply lost a corner, or some holes have been eaten by some small insects. However, for these mechanical parts I decided to keep the drawings properly. If I have the chance, I would like to bind them into a book. In the Green Empire, no one pays attention to these mechanical technologies, but it is obvious that magic has reached a bottleneck.

If you want to improve productivity, I think it is difficult to achieve it by relying solely on those expensive magicians. Maybe you can combine some mechanical structures and power sources made of magic rune boards to make some exquisite magic machines. Green The future development path of the imperial capital’s magic industry.

If we say that the Green Empire is at the forefront, it is naturally the processing and manufacturing of magic caravans. Magic airships can only barely be included, but these airships are all customized from the dwarf kingdom. It must be said that , In some fields, the dwarves are ahead of the Green Empire. Although they are not good at magic, some magical equipment comes from the dwarf kingdom, such as airships, muskets, and clocks.

The magical magic broom can only be regarded as a special item for magicians, and it has no way of becoming a means of transportation in ordinary people's daily lives.

I put those parchment drawings away. There were no extra shirts to put in the box. I could only find some blank magic parchment from the magic waist bag, spread it under the metal box, and then put the malachite back into the box.

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The dwarf warrior Bernd approached the entrance of the cave warehouse and asked Kalantso, who was holding a torch: "What on earth is our lord doing?"

Kalancso glanced at me who overturned all three gem boxes, and said to Bernd with a half-smile: "He just wants the drawing under the box!"

"So you just poured all the gems out of the box?" Bernd asked doubtfully.

Kalancso lowered his head and glanced at the dwarf Bernd, and said arrogantly: "Otherwise, what do you think?"

As the leader of an orc tribe, she looked down upon this dwarf. The hatred between orcs and dwarves stems from those gray dwarf bandits. It was the spiritual leader of the orcs, Lord Kulepaulos, who launched the national resistance against the gray dwarf bandits, and it coincided with a great famine that had never happened in a century, that made Kalantso and these orcs homeless, moved to the Green Empire, and lived a hard life. .

"Hahaha!" Bernd laughed heartlessly, and then said: "I thought he wanted to use the box to pack other things, or he wanted to find one or two pieces of the best among these malachites and give them to him. The girl he likes!”

"..." Kalantso put away the smile on his face, glanced at Bernd indifferently, inserted the torch into the groove of the stone wall, and walked away coldly.

Bernd stared blankly at Kalantso's leaving figure, stood at the door of the cave and muttered to himself: "Why did she suddenly become angry? What did I say wrong?"

Finally, with the help of two beast girls, all the sharp-edged malachites were put back into the box. Then he straightened up, patted Bernd on the shoulder, and said to him: "You have a good rest, I'll leave first!"

Leaving behind the confused Bernd, he chased after Kalantso who had gone far away.

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Jijilu finally came back in time with the magic red copper before we set off, and the red copper ingots were neatly placed together.

But I was curious about how the goblins used weights and measures, so I asked Jijilu: "Are the red coppers you brought equal to the weight of your slaves? How did you do it? Did you just estimate it casually? ?”

Jijiru stood at the edge of the pool and gestured to me and said: "Master Jijia, you have wronged me. Although our tribe does not have a large enough scale, we have other methods. I will weigh all those slaves." Rush into a large puddle, then mark the rising water level in the puddle, then let the slaves crawl out of the puddle, and then throw red copper ingots into the puddle until the water level rises to the mark. ”

Its imperial language is very poor, but combined with its body language, I can finally understand what he is saying.

Jijiru proudly told me: "Of course all the red copper in the puddle belongs to you."

I looked at Jijiru speechlessly. No wonder I felt that there seemed to be an absurd amount of these magical red copper ingots.

It began to complain to me again: "I spent a lot of effort to dry up that pond flower."

"And in order to move those red copper ingots here in one go, I brought many goblin warriors from Pandawang this time. I hope you can allow us to follow your footsteps and make a contribution to your conquest of the underground world. . We can help you clean up the battlefield and do some physical work.”

Seeing that I neither agreed nor objected, Jijilu began to persuade me again: "Don't worry that we will have anything to hide. I will assure you that when we leave, we will not take away any metal." , I only hope that you can allow us to purchase the following goblin slaves, and please allow me to repay the magic copper I owe you later.”

It said: "Just give me a little time to mine!"

I saw that the cowering goblin warriors were carrying a lot of ropes on their backs, and they did not have weapons such as swords and shields. I glanced at Jijilu and asked Jijilu: "These ropes are for you to catch slaves." Used?”

Jijiru had a cunning look in his eyes, smiled charmingly at me, and nodded proudly.

The appearance of the goblin is very wretched and disgusting. It has a rickety short body, bow legs, and always stretches its neck forward. It walks like a wild duck running on the shore. Watching a whole group of goblins walking in the cave, I felt an extremely disgusting feeling in my heart, like a fly swallowed in my throat but unable to spit it out.

The goblins felt good about themselves, standing in a row with their chests puffed out and their bellies high, carrying bundles of hemp ropes on their backs, and followed them arrogantly.

There was no sense of crisis at all, and he even felt that clearing out the goblins from other tribes was a war that would lead to supreme glory.

Jijiru walked at the front to guide us. He was very familiar with the terrain here.

The goblin villages we met along the way usually lived in large circular caves and found a flat place to build some shabby shacks. The goblin tribes usually did not offer any resistance. Under the fire of muskets, the main resistance force was eliminated, and then it was time for the Jijiru goblins to capture slaves.

Seeing the goblin warriors under Jijiru slaughtering the goblins who dared to resist, I realized how cruel the goblins can be to the losers. Perhaps because they have some twisted hearts, they often take the trouble to tie up the goblins with ropes. , and then let those prisoners The prisoners collectively lined up in a row, and let the strongest goblin use a single-edged ax to chop off the head of each goblin and pile them together, while the corpses were piled in another pile like dry firewood. Finally, next to the pile of corpses Grab some dry, flammable roots and branches right away, and start a fire as you go.

We left this goblin tribe with the help of a blazing fire.

And this goblin tribe will be completely wiped out from the underground world map of Xinliu Valley. Those young goblins and mother goblins who gave up resistance were tied in a string with hemp ropes, carrying the red copper and copper we captured from the tribe. Ore, crying as he walked.

Generally, new goblin tribes with only a few thousand people usually don't have much metal ore. Instead, some tribes have some moldy wheat flour stored in their warehouses. There is even a goblin tribe that has a big oak barrel and an empty wine. The barrel was converted into a comfortable cabin by the crazy chief, and I don't know how they smuggled the barrel of wine back.

The goblin tribes that originally lived near the blood pool of Demon's Blood have been cleaned up by us before. This time, the remaining tribes around them are all small tribes. In order to carry out the cleanup work quickly, some small tribes did not search carefully. , only Jijiru was eager to force the goblin slaves to hand over the hidden treasures to avoid being mistreated.

After clearing several tribes in succession, they finally arrived at the cave where the devil's blood was buried. Passing through the bottomless huge rock gap, I remembered that it took a lot of effort for Qing to kill the poisonous spider.

Stepping on the tough spider web and feeling the cold moisture blowing from below the abyss, Jijiru's face turned pale. Even though he knew that the poisonous spider was dead, he still did not dare to stand on the spider web.

Not many people know that precious demon blood is stored here. Jijiru only knows that there is a bottomless abyss under this spider web, and that the cave opposite is a devil's cave where goblins can fall. He doesn't seem to want to know. What is in the cave over there, so Jijiru and a group of goblins stayed on the other side, while I only led the orc warriors across the huge spider web.

I heard Jijilu standing on the other side and saying to his subordinates in a very soft voice: "They are a group of devils. Anyone who dares to cross this abyss will become devils. Drive these slaves back. We Just migrate to the depths of the cave, where they can't find us."

It seems that Jijiru has a high reputation in the minds of these goblins, and his words brought tears to the eyes of many goblin warriors.

The orc warriors were left outside the cave by me, and I just took Luka and Kalantso into this mysterious cave.

When I opened the cave blocked by stones again, the stone wall that once had a wound from the demon bird still stood there. In front of the stone wall, there was a two-meter-square blood pool, surrounded by the blood pool. There was a layer of dark purple scab, and the bright red demon blood in the blood pool was boiling.

Luka and Kalantso could feel the strange atmosphere in the stone chamber.

Although they didn't ask me, they couldn't hide the confusion in their eyes, so I said to them both: "This place used to be connected to hell, but I destroyed that passage, so the smell of hell still remains here!" "

I faced the blood pool, took out a bottle with a round belly and a thin neck, filled five bottles of demon blood, and put them into the magic waist bag.

Then he took Kalantso and Luka out of the secret room, sealed the chamber again with stones, arranged some magical traps of 'frost' scrolls in the tunnel, and then said to Kalantso: "I'm not here." When the time comes, you must help me check the magic traps here from time to time. You must help me keep an eye on the goblins and don't let them enter here at will. "

"I know." Kalancso said.

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After re-cleaning the goblin tribes around the Blood Pool Cave leading to the underground warehouse, they took a large amount of captured loot and did not return to the underground warehouse again. Instead, they continued to move forward along the cave leading to the underground exit to clean up the goblin tribes.

The goblin tribes I met along the way were all vulnerable. I had never encountered the new force of goblin bandits that had turned into goblins, which made me secretly impatient. Although the goblin tribes I met along the way, Each has some strong goblin warriors, but facing several rounds of powerful crossbow volleys from the orc warriors, and then a heavy rain of musket fire, there are only a handful of goblin warriors who can survive and hold up their weapons to resist.

At this time, Jijiru and the goblin warriors of the Pandawang tribe began to clean up the entire battlefield. They would first brutally execute the old goblins and some strong and prestigious goblins, and then conduct a slave-catching operation while plundering the entire goblin tribe. property, and finally all the shacks were demolished, piled together with the corpses of the goblin warriors, and burned.

Whenever this happens, the orc warrior Kentoya will stand up with an oil barrel on his back, spray corpse fire oil on the piles of corpses with an expressionless face, and then quietly wait for all the goblin slaves to evacuate first with supplies on their backs. After igniting the flames of the corpse pile in the goblin tribe's cave, the last orc team quickly left, and finally the exit of the cave to the main passage was completely sealed with stones.

Then the entire bloated and huge team continued to move to the next goblin village amid the mournful cries of the goblin slaves who had lost their homes. The goblin slaves who were strung together with hemp ropes numbly carried the magic red copper on their backs. The dim cave tunnel stretched for several kilometers, and the Pandawang goblins completely became watchers.

Unexpectedly, the goblin warriors of Pandawang actually took pleasure in killing goblin slaves. The more cruel the goblin warriors of Pandawang, the more submissive their goblin slaves became. The dark side of the goblin warriors of Pandawang was completely aroused, and everyone had a number in their hands. The blood of unclear goblin slaves.

The servility of those goblin slaves and their infinite pessimism about life made them face all this numbly, numbly watching their loved ones die silently beside them, numbly watching their homes being burned down, and watching those underground passages. The exit was completely blocked by huge rocks...

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The Pandawang Goblin Tribe is the closest goblin tribe to the underground exit. When our expedition team entered the underground world, the first goblin tribe we encountered was the Pandawang Goblin Tribe. At that time, their tribal leader was still a wise old goblin. Unexpectedly, three years later, , the once young goblin Jijiru has actually become the new leader of the Pandawang goblin tribe.

When I came to the Pandawang goblin tribe again, I found that all the low shacks had disappeared. The huge cave was filled with wooden huts. These wooden huts had covered the entire huge cave. I saw the surrounding stone walls of the cave. They all lit torches, bathing the entire goblin village in dim light. I finally understood the difference between the Pandawang goblins and other goblins.

These goblins of Pandawang really know how to live.

They no longer live the primitive life of eating hair and drinking blood, but have begun to have the simplest social structure.

This is a large tribe with more than 20,000 people. It is far more prosperous than I imagined. Looking at the smoke rising in front of the tribe’s cabin, I guess they even know how to make fire. These goblins are very capable of learning. Powerful, living tenaciously in this gap in time and space that the gods cannot see.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the extremely prosperous goblin village, my face looked a little cold at this moment, because in my heart, reason and commitment were at war.

Reason tells me to completely eliminate this large tribe before they hide deep in the cave.

The promise was made with reason, wanting me to keep my original promise and let these goblins live. As a magician noble, promises and reputation are extremely important. As a noble of the Green Empire, I cannot be a treacherous one. villain.

Jijiru on the side looked at my uncertain face with great anxiety, like a prisoner undergoing trial. He looked at the thousands of goblin slaves tied back behind him in panic, and wanted to say something to me. Something, but I hesitate to say it.

The orc warriors around him also looked at the complete goblin village in front of them with surprised faces, and were speechless in surprise.

It seems that the orc warriors have never noticed that in the underground world not far from their village, there is a goblin village dozens of times larger than the small orc tribe. There are actually tens of thousands of goblins living here. , but they didn't notice it at all.

Kalantso and Luka stood beside me. I knew that as long as I gave the order, twenty orc warriors would use their crossbows to thoroughly cleanse this goblin village. Noble Glory, what I value more is the peace of Xinliu Valley in the future, and the peace of these orc villages, so I think: This prosperous goblin village should be completely disappeared in Xinliu Valley. This is in the best interest of Xinliu Valley. .

So I turned my head and glanced at Luka and Kalantso. They obviously understood what I was thinking at the moment. Jijilu's face was extremely pale and desperate. It was obvious that he had guessed what I was thinking.

Just when I was about to give an order to Kalancso, I suddenly saw a group of goblins walking out of the goblin village. The two young goblins walking in front were carrying something like a door panel, and an extremely old man was lying straight on it. The old goblin was covered with a soft blanket. His complexion was very poor, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked terminally ill.

I looked at its face carefully and recognized that he was actually the old goblin I had met three years ago. I didn't expect that although it had given up its position as leader to Jijilu, it was not dead yet. It just looked different from its appearance. Death is not too far away. But remembering what happened in the past, he still couldn't hold back. He drew a magic pattern array in front of him, and the 'hydrotherapy' technique appeared on the old goblin's body.

The next moment, his face that had turned deathly gray turned slightly green. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at me deeply with gratitude, and then gently asked me to lift my head. The young goblin on the door panel lifted the door panel in front of me and lowered it. Behind them, there were sixteen goblins carrying eight metal boxes, which were also placed behind the old goblin one after another.

The old goblin lay in front of me with a sad face and looked at me quietly. Before I could speak, he spoke first: "I know that when I see you again, it will probably be when our Pandawang tribe is destroyed. Which goblin would ignore a poisonous weed growing quietly around him? If it is about to grow, it must be pulled out. "

"It's a pity that although I expected this result, I couldn't convince Jijiru to take the Pandawang tribe to move deep underground. He always wants to give it a try and bring back some new slaves for the Pandawang tribe."

When the old goblin said this, the face of the goblin Jijiru standing aside became even worse. It was obvious that he had understood the situation and his face was full of regret.

The old goblin stared at me with his eyes wide open. He opened his mouth and endured the pain in his body, and asked me: "If I say now, I will lead the Pandawang goblin tribe to the deepest part of the underground cave and never do it again." Come out, can you let us go?"

I shook my head silently.

Jijiru sat down on the ground, his body became wet, and he was obviously covered in cold sweat.

The old goblin was not surprised at all. He turned his attention to the eight huge metal boxes and motioned the young goblins to open the eight boxes one by one, revealing the magic gems piled inside. I asked: "If I say now, if you can let our Pandawang goblin tribe return to the underground world, then I will dedicate these eight boxes of gems to you, and then every year we will donate a box of such gems and several Red Copper, can you let us go?"

I shook my head silently again, without even a trace of hesitation.

Jijiru seemed to have lost all his strength and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The old goblin smiled bitterly and murmured to himself: "I knew it... I knew it! This is a disaster for our Pandawang tribe. It is the messenger of God who came to clean us up!"

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with light again, his big eyes that protruded like frogs widened, his teethless and wrinkled lips trembled and asked me again: "What if I use the Pandawang Goblin Tribe now?" The inheritance from the front is in exchange for a way for our tribe to survive..."

He struggled to lift a tree root cane in his hand. Sixteen young goblins were calling loudly. They spoke goblin language and I couldn't understand it at all.

With Jijiru's shocked expression, he saw a large fire lit in the cave from a distance, and a pile of parchment scrolls were placed in front of the bonfire. There are a group of goblin warriors on both sides of the scroll. It seems that as long as I make the slightest movement, those goblin warriors will throw the sheepskin scrolls into the fire.

The old goblin looked at me with pain on his face and asked, "If I exchange the scrolls left by our ancestors for a promise from you and a way out for our tribe, would you agree?"

I asked the old goblin: "What are the paintings in those scrolls?"

Unexpectedly, the old goblin shook his head and said, "No one can understand the meaning of those drawings, but I believe you can. Those are the glory of our goblin clan!"

I heard the old goblin count the word 'blueprints', and without any hesitation, I agreed decisively: "Okay, I promise you, as long as I get those blueprints, I will allow you to continue living deep underground, but you must Don’t forget, you still owe me thousands of goblin slaves’ ransom money!”