My Magic Age

Until nightfall, the sentry post on the mountain was greeted by bursts of cold wind, and a layer of gray mist filled the mountains and fields in the distance, as if a veil was covering this quiet black forest, and the sky There were several birds of prey hovering in the sky. They kept circling in the sky, slowly slid down, gradually folded their wings and returned to the forest. Some small beasts hiding in tree holes stretched their bodies and walked out cautiously through the dim night. They were probably hungry and had just woken up from their sleep.

The black forest at night seemed even more lively than during the day.

The sentry post is also busy, and there is not much time left for us. Such a large number of giant spiders have been hunted, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to hide it for too long. Maybe it will not be long before spider man scouts come here to patrol. We must Before they are discovered by the spider people, move the injured of these indigenous people to the underground cave.

The orc warriors were still busy. They used the hemostatic bandages in their hands to bandage the wounds of the injured indigenous people. Their movements were still very unfamiliar, but at least the basic procedures were correct.

There are still many indigenous people who have not had their turn for treatment. After all, more than 700 injured indigenous people are not a small number.

In the second half of the journey, after those orc warriors basically learned how to use first aid correctly, I stopped instructing the orc warriors.

I selected some slightly injured aboriginal people and cast 'hydrotherapy' on them one by one in order to speed up the healing of their wounds, and then let them join the treatment team.

Among the slightly injured people left behind, there were many indigenous women. Perhaps because they had just experienced a brutal massacre, they looked a little shaken, like quails that had been soaked in the rain, shivering in the cold wind.

Many old indigenous people and adult men chose to travel with the large army through the spider-occupied areas. Many indigenous people did not choose to stay even if they were injured. Maybe they would die in the upcoming battle, or maybe Survived by luck.

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Takama walked out of the sentry post after nightfall, lurking in the jungle under the mountains, hiding in a quiet corner, to monitor the movements of the spider people. As long as there were spider warriors approaching this area, then Takama will return immediately to inform us that those giant spiders trapped in the giant web and without any resistance are still in the forest clearing outside the sentry post. If it is too late to bring them back to Xinliu Valley, then wait All they have is death.

I will send a team of orc warriors to kill those giant spiders as soon as possible.

This not-so-large sentry post can accommodate at least five hundred Green Empire soldiers. The facilities inside are very complete. All the injured indigenous people were lying on the playground in the yard. I opened a portal in the political hall. , the injured indigenous people who had been treated entered the portal one after another and entered the underground world of Xinliu Valley.

Two female orc warriors stood in the political hall. Injured indigenous people walked into the political hall one after another. As soon as they walked in, their eyes would fall on the portal. The indigenous people walked into the hall with apprehension. In the mirror-like portal, it was slowly swallowed by the mirror like water waves.

This political hall is a house made of stones. There is only one door here. A rock screen is built at the door. There is a relief of the God of War in the direction of the door. You can bypass the screen at the door and walk into the hall. , the original conference table in the council hall was overturned and blocked the only window. Pine branch torches were lit on the stone walls around the council hall, illuminating the whole room brightly. The room was filled with dirty things. Feedback

Qige and I gathered around a table. There was a map spread on the wooden table. The map clearly marked the location of Trum's stronghold. Qige also found the location of our sentry post on the map. , she took a quill pen, made a black dot where our sentry post was, and then drew a circle where Trum was, connecting a line between the two.

An extremely eye-catching black line spans the hilly area of ​​the map. Qige pointed to this line and said to me: "At least we have to pass through two hills. There is also a sentry post separated from the Trum stronghold."

"After sending these indigenous people back to Xinliu Valley tonight, we will set off overnight. You go and have a rest first. It seems that the sentry post is also in danger. I only hope that there will be more troops stationed at the Trum stronghold, so far away In such a place, this group of spider warriors may not be able to mobilize enough troops!" I said with a frown.

According to the map, the location of Trum's stronghold is built among the high mountains, but I think those spider warriors with eight legs can ignore the advantages of any terrain, whether it is complex terrain or flat open land, they are good at both Climb, and charge like a heavy armored knight. I don't think ordinary imperial soldiers can withstand the charge of spider warriors, unless they are the construct knights under Samoyed.

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A giant spider tied in a giant web was pulled into the underground cave of Xinliu Valley by the orc warriors. Under the altar, a large flatbed truck was waiting below. The giant spiders were loaded directly into the trailer. The man pulling the truck was waiting. He is a strong spider warrior, his shoulders have become hollow, he has no arms, and there is a slave collar made of magic copper around his neck.

The injured natives stood timidly by the cave wall, looking at a row of neat flatbed trailers in horror. In front of each flatbed trailer was an armless spider warrior with solid iron chains tied to his body. The ends of the iron chains were connected to the flatbed trailers. After the flatbed trailers were filled with giant spiders, they were driven by the orc warriors to go deeper into the cave. Everything seemed so well organized.

The injured natives lined up in a long row, carefully sticking to the edge of the cave wall. A female beast warrior led the way in front. These natives would be taken to the newly excavated stone chamber to rest. In the past few days, all they could do was to slowly get familiar with the situation here and quietly recuperate.

It seemed that every native looked around the cave in amazement. Some of them looked up at the dark cave ceiling, some stretched their necks to peek into the endless distance of the cave, some looked curiously at the oil lamps placed on the cave wall, and some looked curiously at the orcs living in the cave.

The giant spiders were like big balls of meat, letting the orcs manipulate them. They were as honest as turtles hiding in their shells, without any of the fierceness they had in the dense forest. A slightly injured native child squatted down, picked up a stone at the edge of the cave, and smashed it hard at the giant spider in the giant web on the flatbed truck next to it. The giant spider originally had a thick carapace as hard as steel, but it was still frightened by the stone and trembled all over.

The row of dark eyeballs on its head that looked a bit disgusting kept turning, the straw in its mouth kept squirming, and the exhaust holes on both sides of its body were breathing violently. It was obviously scared.

The action of the native child was immediately imitated by other natives, but they were stopped by the orc warriors who drove the spider driver.

In a stone room as big as a basketball court, there is a big iron pot at the entrance of the stone door. In the pot, there is a pot of bison soup. There is a lot of wood under the iron pot. The blazing flames are constantly moving up and down in the dark cave, making the milky white broth in the big iron pot roll constantly. The beef ribs are full of boiled beef.

On the shelf next to it, there is a large basin of chopped herbs and salt, and a pile of large wooden bowls are also placed on the shelf. Going further inside, there are golden baked wheat cakes piled up against the stone wall, a whole pile.

Every native who walked into the stone chamber was given a large wooden bowl. When they followed the crowd to the big iron pot, an orc would use a huge soup spoon to scoop a spoonful of fragrant broth into the big wooden bowl, and throw a piece of tender boned beef into the soup bowl, then grab a handful of vanilla and salt and casually sprinkle them into the big wooden bowl, and then urge the natives to move back quickly, so that the natives behind them could catch up quickly.

The natives holding a big bowl of steaming broth would also be given a wheat cake the size of a face plate.

Whether it was a big bowl of broth or a barley cake, it seemed a bit too big for these natives. For this meal, the orcs distributed it according to the food standard of orc warriors, but they didn't know that these natives wearing bark and linen clothes only ate one-third of the orcs, and those native children were even worse. This wheat cake might make them chew for a week.

The natives who were given the wheat cakes looked at the food in their hands in disbelief, and followed the example of the natives in front of them, sitting quietly on the floor of the stone room. No matter how serious the injuries on their bodies were, they all devoured the wheat cakes and drank the broth.

Some of the older natives did not have boned beef in their soup bowls, but a piece of fatty large intestine. In the eyes of the orc warriors, the viscera of the bison were much more delicious than those fresh meats. These soft and rotten large intestines were also very good tonics, and more suitable for the elderly with poor teeth.

Those natives sat on the ground and ate their meals in silence. Some of the wounded who were carried in on stretchers also ate a little with the help of the natives next to them. The coldness in the cave was completely driven away by the steaming broth. The natives, who were already a little tired, felt sleepy after eating, and some even slept directly on the ground.

At this time, several orcs and a dwarf stood at the door of the stone chamber, quietly watching the situation inside. Among them were the old orc Zewang, the dwarf consultant Bernd, and the orc warrior Kentoya who was promoted to team leader (the young orc who carried a flamethrower and followed Kalancuo and Jijia to burn the entire Danma tribe).

The orc elder Zewang happened to have just transported a large amount of hemostatic grass to the underground warehouse. Recently, another batch of hemostatic grass matured in the lakeside medicinal garden in the circular valley. Recently, the underground warehouse was seriously short of it, so the old orc personally led the orcs to transport this batch of magic herbs. Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at the underground warehouse, they saw such a lively scene.

It is gratifying that the natives are very well-behaved and have not shown any uneasy emotions. It seems that these people are very easy to manage, and everyone is relieved.

It would be really troublesome if these hundreds of wounded mutinied in the cave because of their emotional instability. The orcs are now extremely short of manpower. There are more than sixty orc warriors stationed in the underground cave, but when they are deployed, they are like fish swimming into the sea in the huge underground cave and cannot be found at all.

Currently, there are only 16 orcs responsible for managing the 700 indigenous people in the underground cave. This was only possible after the seven female orcs spinning spider silk were temporarily dispatched.

Seeing the indigenous people sleeping casually on the ground like this, Bernd stroked the big beard on his chin, frowned and pondered for a moment, raised his head and ordered the orc warriors on standby: "These people from the Hierro plane indigenous people, They must have never lived in a cave! If they sleep on the cold rock floor like this, it won't take long for the cold air coming up from the ground to kill them. Go to the warehouse and bring over those straw mats to prevent moisture and cold. ”

"Yes...sir!" the orc warrior following Bernd replied neatly, but just as he turned around, he turned back and said a little hesitantly: "But..."

Bernd interrupted him unceremoniously: "I have something to report, how did I tell you!"

The orc warrior immediately stood up straight and shouted loudly: "Yes, sir!... Report, sir!"

At this time, Bernd lowered his voice to appear more powerful: "Say!"

The orc warrior immediately said: "Those straw mats were brought back from the orc village with all your hard work to build the wine cellar. Why do we have to give them to these natives?"

The dwarf Bernd's eyes widened and he cursed at the orc warrior: "Get out of here and move the straw mat, don't say such mindless words."

"Yes, sir!"

The orc warrior did not dare to refute, and immediately turned around and trotted out.

"Bo Ende, you really understand us..." The old orc Zewang took a deep look at Berne De, pointed to the top of his head with his finger, and then said extremely calmly: "...that adult's thoughts, I originally I thought I would have to wait for this day, but I didn’t expect it to come so quickly, which really caught me off guard!”

The young orc warrior Kentoya stood next to the old orc Zewang, wearing a thick layer of leather armor on his majestic body. His eyes were bright, looking at the old orc with some confusion, and asked curiously: " Grandpa, what are you talking about? I can’t understand it no matter how hard I listen?”

Zewang shook his head calmly, but refused to say more: "Kentoya, let Bernd tell these things. He thinks more clearly than I do. I, an old man, don't want to participate in your wars."

Bernd did not hesitate and directly explained to the orc warrior Kentoa: "What do these natives do? They will take over all the chores in the underground caves in the future. Lord Jijia wants to completely liberate the warriors. After all, what we are better at is fighting. Orc warriors and dwarf warriors are both born for fighting. Will we always hide in dark tunnels like mice?"

At this time, the eyes of the orc warrior Kentoya suddenly lit up, and he looked a little excited and said: "You mean, we can... let go of the battle right away?"

The oil lamp on the stone wall made a 'pop' sound, and a spark exploded, which reflected on the faces of the orcs, and every face looked flushed...

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