My Magic Age

It was not until two knights riding two Gubolai horses appeared at the place where we were crossing the river that we realized that the distance between us and Mingqian was only half a day's journey. If we were in a flat wilderness, their fast horses might be able to catch up with us at this time, but at this time we could only look at each other across the river. I could even see Mingqian's face twisted with anger from a distance, cursing. Dai, who was riding on a horse, looked at the Urutu River in a daze, wanting to drive the Gubolai horse into the river to test the depth of the river, but the horse refused to step into the river with the other leg after one hoof stepped into the river, and just snorted and retreated.

Kuz showed a very mean smile at this time, singing loudly in the center of the river in a very unique orc language, for fear that Mingqian and Dai on the other side would not see us. Ming Qian followed Kuz's singing and looked over. He urged the Gubolai horse to chase us along the river bank. The Gubolai horse chased us like a gust of wind, but it was always 50 to 60 meters away from us. At this time, Ming Qian took off an ironwood longbow from the horse's back, pulled out an arrow and threw it into the sky at a 30-degree angle. Obviously, Ming Qian's ironwood longbow was specially customized to increase the range.

Seeing the feather arrow made of fine iron flying over our heads and directly falling into the grass on the opposite bank of the river, we immediately panicked.

"Damn, Az, he can shoot us, we have to work harder, row faster!" I hurriedly said to Kuz.

"It's okay, he just wants to scare us. Such a projectile must be shot by many people together to be threatening to us, and the first few feather arrows are used to calibrate the position." Kuz stood up and took out an iron pot from the pile of materials next to the Yagui beast, holding it in his hand and said to me: "If he keeps shooting, you can use this to block the feather arrows. It's very useful."

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"Hey, Miss Qi, what are you doing on the back of the Yagui beast?" I saw Qi Ge stand up and throw the oar aside, stepping on the pedals to climb onto the back of the Yagui beast. I was worried that she would be injured by the flying feather arrows, so I asked her worriedly.

She drew the magic sword at her waist and drew a hexagram array in the air without saying a word. The next moment, as she uttered a series of spells, a coconut-sized magic ball gradually formed on her chest. At this time, we realized that there was still a magician apprentice in our team. Although he could only use the same attack magic over and over again, his power was definitely not to be underestimated.

The magician's magic range is much greater than the archer's feather arrow. Even if the longbow can only throw at most 60 to 70 yards, the feather arrow will lose its accuracy if it is farther away. However, the magician's spell attack range can easily reach 80 yards, so when Qi Ge's magic bullet was initially formed, Ming Qian, who was riding on Gu Bolai's horse on the shore, screamed in fear and urged his horse to run downstream. But there was no way to escape. The speed of the magic bullet was much faster than the feather arrow, and the power was incomparable.

Because the two sides were far apart, and the spell was cast directly in front of Ming Qian, when the magic bullet was fired, although Ming Qian was in a very bad state, such a primary magic bullet had no target locking function. The magic bullet brushed the edge of the horse's tail under Ming Qian, and the sharp whistle that broke through the air frightened Ming Qian and quickly turned his horse's head and ran in the direction he came from.

Qi Ge stood on the back of the Yagui beast very majestically. In this era full of magic, magicians are above all professions. As long as you keep a distance from the enemy, even archers will have to retreat when facing magicians. Of course, archers also have their advantages. In fact, the two major professions that can really threaten magicians in war are high-level archers and assassins. Just like Viru, the leader of the Wind Chaser Adventure Group is a demon hunter archer. The so-called demon hunting is more about hunting monsters and the demons of the underground world, but there is also a hint of magicians.

There are no assassins or archers in Mingqian's team. After Mingqian attacked me last time, Sister Guoguo said that he learned the eighth-level warrior skills, and he might have to go the warrior route in the future. After all, this profession is easier to survive on the battlefield. For Mingqian, a warrior apprentice, being able to use bows and arrows is the basic requirement of the academy, and the graduation exam will never require accuracy. So even if he is standing on the river bank with a special ironwood longbow in his hand, he still can't threaten us. On the contrary, he was furious and suffered a setback at the hands of Qige again.

Mingqian is a nobleman, and Qige is also a nobleman. I once asked Qige why you two are not familiar with each other and don't buy each other's account. Why is this? Qige replied that there are so many nobles in the imperial capital, and any magician who is pulled over is a nobleman. How can they know each other? In the Green Empire, the nobles are bound by laws, but outside the Green Empire, the nobles are bound by force. At this time, it still depends on who has the bigger fist and who has the right to speak.

I think the group of people chasing us is definitely not just the two of them. Maybe the people behind us haven’t caught up yet.

My prediction was very accurate, and this was what we least wanted to see. When we finally used the oars to pull the raft to the opposite bank, six knights and five Gubolai war horses had gathered on the opposite bank. One of the war horses had two warriors on it. They stood quietly on the shore and watched us. Maybe the frost trap we set that night worked. They lost a horse, and it would be very difficult to lose their legs in the wilderness.

However, when we saw that almost everyone of them rushed over to the Urutu Ice River, whether they were people or horses, they drank a lot in the icy river water. At this time, we were a little dumbfounded. Kuz and I looked at each other and thought about the same question, that is, if we take this group of golden spoons to circle in the waterless wilderness, will they go home early in a few days? After all, the water problem is definitely a big problem.

Our group slowly drove the Yagui beasts ashore, and then transported all the luggage on the raft to the shore. The entire raft was dragged to the shore and decomposed into scattered materials. Catalina squatted on the grass on the shore in a long linen coat and trousers. Her long red hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. She let the air out of the sheepskin green bag and rolled it into a roll and tied it together. I found that the more difficult the environment, the more capable Catalina was. This was different from her usual laziness in the caravan, thinking about asking Kong Zhen to help her with everything. She was more energetic in the wilderness. Not only did she manage all the supplies in an orderly manner, but she also seemed to be very energetic and energetic. Even if she didn't sleep all night, she would still be very energetic the next day.

We didn't rush to leave. I think the group of people on the opposite side must be trying to find a way to cross the river.

It was already noon. Kuz went out with his alloy bow to shoot two rabbits to roast. Mingqian and his group of nobles had been following us, like a few hungry wolves, making us sleepless and restless. Although we could see each other across the river and seemed very close, it was the safest moment, so Kuz took his time to hunt two fat rabbits.

Qige carried a herbal backpack and a medicine hoe to dig the tranquilizing grass deep in the grassland. It seemed that I saw a hemostatic grass behind a stone on the river bank not far away, growing brightly in the cracks of the stone. I was wondering why no orcs had collected such a large hemostatic grass that was at least five years old and used to make healing potions. It should be worth a few copper coins. Isn't it the time for orcs to be hungry?

Slowly, I found that the south and north banks of the Urutu River were completely different worlds. The north bank was more desolate. There was only tender green alfalfa on the bank that could feed horses, and it was difficult to find any traces of various game. But on the south bank, if you look around, you can see a very strange herb growing not far away in the distant grassland. Almost the entire grassland is full of some low-level magic herbs. There are caves dug by guinea pigs and hares everywhere on the slopes of the grassland. Those clever little heads will pop out of the caves from time to time. As long as there is a little movement, they will disappear immediately.

I took out the silver-plated shotgun and lay in the grass. The tender yellow grass could not cover my body, but it didn’t matter. There were at least three caves in my field of vision with small animals hiding. I just needed to put the copper peas into the barrel and wait patiently for them to poke their heads out. The midday sun shone on me, and the fur coat absorbed enough heat to transmit it to my body, making me warm all over.

After entering the wilderness, I began to use magic recklessly, always using "anti-magic" to consume the excess fire elements in my body, and then quietly waited for the magic power in my body to be exhausted, and the "heating" magic in my body to recover the magic slightly flickered for a moment. In the past few days, my "heating" magic has risen to level 4. Although I don't feel how fast the magic power recovers, it is an improvement after all, right?

My magic perception is slightly enhanced every day, maybe it's because my mental power is growing. Living under great pressure like this every day, I find that my mental power is slowly growing. The silver-plated hunting rifle is blessed with the "flame tongue weapon" buff magic state. The effect of this continuous magic is to add additional fire damage to the enemy every time. I have always wanted to test the effect of the "flame tongue weapon" magic, and I didn't have the opportunity to try it until today. My hunting target is also the hare in the grassland.

The magic force gathered at my fingertips and quickly drew a perfect magic pattern array. The next moment, the magic pattern array suddenly formed a fist-sized fireball in the air. With a "whoosh", it drilled into the gun body of the silver-plated shotgun in my hand. The silver-plated barrel was immediately stained with a layer of light red. I could clearly feel that there was a strong and violent fire magic power in the shotgun. This state can last for nearly half an hour. At this time, the silver-plated shotgun is only gentle in my hand. Anyone else who touches it will be burned by the violent fire element inside. I hold my breath and even squint my eyes, because Kuz told me that the wild beasts in the wilderness are born with a strong ability to predict danger. They can very keenly sense whether there are hunters in the dark, mainly by feeling the murderous aura revealed in the hunters' eyes.