My Magic Age

A drop of water fell from the ceiling of the cave and fell into a small puddle on the floor of the cave, making a soft "ding-dong" sound.

A cave wall lizard disappeared in panic in the cracks of the cave ceiling.

This is a natural cave of less than ten square meters. The dwarf Bernd transformed it into a prison cell, set up an iron fence at the door, and installed two iron rings on the rock wall inside the prison cell. These two iron rings extended from the stone wall and could lock the prisoners' hands tightly to the stone wall.

On the other side of the stone wall, a wooden bracket extended obliquely, with a copper basin on it. The copper basin was filled with whale oil. A bean-sized cotton wick appeared on the edge of the copper basin. There was a thumb-sized flame that kept jumping on the wick, making the prison cell a little bright.

Two evil magicians from the Black Magic Hermitage were tied to a cross in the interrogation room. All their clothes were removed, their hands were locked in iron rings, their skinny bodies were hung on the wall, their arms were dislocated due to long-term suspension, a piece of rag was stuffed into their mouths, their eyelids drooped, and they seemed to be in a coma.

I think these two evil magicians have the ability to hypnotize themselves, so that they can fall into a coma to avoid the pain in their bodies.

The reason why the orc warriors stripped the clothes of these two magicians was not to humiliate them, but to prevent them from having magic space items such as magic waist bags.

Locking their hands in the iron rings on the stone wall was to prevent them from drawing magic patterns with their hands.

Stuffing a piece of rag in their mouths was to prevent them from secretly reciting magic spells.

Some alternative magic can release magical effects without the coexistence of magic patterns and spells. Regardless of whether there are such magic skills in black magic, in short, since we have brought these two evil magicians back to Xinliu Valley, there is no reason for them to escape.

The leather boots stepped on the rocky ground, making a crisp sound of "clicking".

Guarding the door of the cell were two old Yelo natives. Perhaps because of the years of sharpening, their eyes were as calm as ancient wells. The oil patterns painted on their faces seemed to have lost their bright colors. Those colorful black textures have been deeply imprinted on the skin and have become a part of their bodies.

Kalancuo stood up and asked one of the old natives to open the door of the cell. I stepped into the cell. Perhaps because he felt someone coming in, one of the evil magicians slowly woke up from his coma. A painful groan came out of his mouth. He opened his dim eyes and showed a weird smile on his face.

"You don't seem to know what kind of organization you have offended, young man!" He said every word with great effort.

Perhaps he needed to endure the pain in his body, and his voice trembled.

"Besides the Black Magic Hermitage, is there anything else?" I took a step forward and stood in front of the awakened evil wizard, looking up at his slightly distorted face. Perhaps because of his thinness, his face looked a little long. Because his whole body was hanging on the stone wall, he didn't even dare to take a deep breath, because that would make his body rise and fall violently, and would involve his dislocated arm more violently.

I stared at the evil wizard's black pupils and said to him: "Since I was seven years old, a magician in the Black Magic Hermitage has been haunting me. Humph, since you have fallen into my hands, what you should consider now is not how to scare me, but what you should do to enter hell without pain."

His black pupils shrank slightly, and it was obvious that at this moment, he had a great emotional fluctuation.

Seeing my firm will, he knew that I would not be easily convinced by him. So he slowly closed his eyes and began to hypnotize himself, letting himself fall into a coma, so as to block the perception of the many pains in his body.

I stretched out a finger and quickly drew a simple light blue magic pattern array in front of him. As the short spell came out of my mouth syllable by syllable, the "water therapy" took shape in my hand, and a blue light fell on his head. With the sound of "rustling", countless water elements began to repair his body.

The advantage of "water therapy" is that it can quickly repair injuries, but the disadvantage is also obvious. When treating the wounded, it will produce great pain. So when my "water therapy" is used on this evil magician, although "water therapy" quickly repairs his body injuries, it also brings him great pain at this moment.

"Ah!"

A scream.

It made him wake up from self-hypnosis all of a sudden, and his eyes suddenly filled with resentment and anger, staring at me.

"You are so poisonous!" The hoarse voice sounded like the roar of a one-horned evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"Perhaps, for you, this level of punishment is nothing at all!" I said to the evil wizard.

A ball of water that kept spinning appeared in my palm. I held the ball of water and walked to his side. There was a trace of fear in his eyes.

I stood in front of his body, smiled at him, and said: "Haha, yes, how can this be considered a punishment? This is healing magic! 'Water therapy' has always been like this. This water magic skill can quickly restore your body."

"What do you want to know?" The evil wizard gritted his teeth and roared at me.

"I want to know the secret of 'Demon Blood'!" I said slowly.

"'Devil's blood'? In the Roland continent, it is a rare magic material that can be configured with a 'magic catalyst' potion. This magical potion can instantly increase the magic level, but it also has some side effects, so it is often used.' After using the magic catalyst potion, you will develop a sense of dependence on this magic potion, and this elementary magic potion will not have any effect on increasing the magic level for magicians above one level," the evil mage said quickly, It seems that he is very familiar with 'Devil's Blood'.

I thought maybe he was a potion master, and the information he mentioned about 'Devil's Blood' was something that could be easily read in the library.

I said to him with a relaxed look: "It seems that you know a lot about 'Devil's Blood', but I just don't know what you think about the 'Rococo Flower' potion?"

"...How do you know about the 'Rococo Potion'?" He looked surprised and blurted out to ask me.

I clenched my hand into a fist, put it to my mouth and coughed twice: "Ahem! Please note that as far as the current situation is concerned, I am the questioner, and you are only the answerer!"

After saying that, I glanced at Kalantuo next to me. Kalantuo immediately understood the look in my eyes. She walked up to the evil mage, punched the evil mage hard in the lower abdomen. .

The evil mage hanging on the wall received a strong iron fist from Kalancso. The severe pain made his face become extremely distorted. His body hunched over the wall and turned into a prawn, spitting out some bile from his stomach. come out.

"'Rococo Potion' is a potion that can temporarily increase the magic level of a magician for more than one turn. It can be said to be an upgraded version of the 'Magic Catalyst' potion." The evil mage closed his eyes and endured the pain on his body. Great pain, said to me.

Then he started to say: "If you don't believe what I said, I can personally prepare a bottle of this medicine for you. As long as you can find some small bottles of 'Devil's Blood', I can give you a bottle of this medicine." An incredibly magical potion.”

Knowing that he was lying, I pretended to be curious, and then asked him: "What is the 'Shadow Body' potion?"

"Shadow body? As the name suggests, when you look at this potion, you know that taking this potion will increase your resistance to shadow magic in a short period of time!" This evil mage started a new round of deception on me. , it seems that he believes that I don’t understand potions at all, and it is impossible to know the functions of these two magic potions.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and saw the eyes of Catalina standing next to me. There was a look of contempt in Catalina's eyes.

Suddenly, I seemed to understand that the fundamental purpose of my two questions was just to test him. In fact, I already understood the functions of these two potions.

He sighed softly, knowing that his lie had been exposed, so he quickly closed his mouth and remained silent.

"Help me put him down. Perhaps this mage from the Black Magic Monastery with extraordinary origins has not realized what he is about to face. Death may not be the end of the suffering process, haha!" I said to the guard in the cell. Said the Hierro native outside.

After saying that, I took out a crystal bottle the size of nail polish from my magic pocket, placed it in the palm of my hand, and placed it in front of him.

When he saw the crystal bottle, he was still a little confused.

But when he saw the light blue bubbles surging in the crystal bottle, his face suddenly turned pale, and he asked me with some uncertainty: "Is this the 'Flower of Rococo' magic potion? You actually successfully prepared it. "

As he spoke, the Hierro native climbed up the wooden ladder and untied the iron ring on his wrist. The evil mage lost his hands and fell down from the rock wall, falling to the rocky ground. Feeling helpless, he struggled to get up from the ground, his arms hanging feebly by his sides.

"I'm going to take you to see some interesting things. I hope they will make you more honest!" I said to the evil mage.

There was a look of determination on his face and he stopped communicating with me. His eyes fell on the 'Rococo Potion' and he couldn't help himself.

Without reconnecting his dislocated arm, Kalantso asked a Yerro native to support him. In this way, we walked out of the cell, walked through a long cave, and walked into the disgusting smell of sour gastric juice. In the textile workshop, I watched those giant spiders, driven by the spinning wheel, constantly spinning out silk, making sharp screams of 'hissing' from time to time.

Each giant spider that has lost its eight legs is like a giant meat dumpling. They are trapped in an iron cage and their bodies cannot move at all. They look very disgusting. Dozens of Hierro indigenous women are shaking it hard. The spinning wheel is spinning silk quickly.

The evil mage's eyes lit up slightly when he saw that the magic pattern spider silk was made in this way. Then, he became a little confused and couldn't figure out why I brought him to the silk reeling workshop and asked him Demonstrating such a magical silk reeling craft, he always looked at me with a completely puzzled look along the way.

I took him to the innermost cave of the silk reeling workshop, where there were more than a dozen corpses of goblin slaves. The corpse of a goblin slave was strung on an iron rod by two strong natives of Yelo and placed on a spinning wheel. At the beginning, it kept spinning, and countless white spider silks wrapped the goblin into a white silk cocoon, making a goblin silk cocoon like a mummy. Then a giant spider obediently stretched out its sharp tubular mouthparts from its mouth and pierced into the white silk cocoon without any hindrance, injecting some toxins that could corrode everything. Then the Yelo natives skillfully hung the goblin silk cocoon on the cave wall beside it.

I pointed to the silk cocoons all over the wall and said to the evil wizard: "These goblin silk cocoons on the wall are all food prepared for these big guys."

The evil wizard stared at the goblin silk cocoons with disgust, his face turned pale, as if he already knew what he was about to encounter.

"I heard that if you are poisoned by acid and die in a silk cocoon, your soul will be trapped in the cocoon forever, and you will not be able to reincarnate!" I said to him carelessly.

I added: "In a moment, you can feel how much pain it will bring when that giant mouthparts are inserted into your body!"

The evil wizard's legs softened, and if it weren't for the support of the Yerro natives, he would have fallen in the silk reeling workshop.

When the evil wizard heard that I was going to make him into a silk cocoon and then let the giant spiders eat him, the evil wizard's already somewhat loose spiritual world completely collapsed, and he looked at me with despair.

"Tell me, what do you want to know? So that I can avoid the fate of becoming food in the mouths of these giant spiders!" The evil wizard looked at me with despair and said to me.

"I'm glad that you can repent before you become a silk cocoon. I want to know: why did you capture Justus?" I said to the numb evil wizard with a faint smile on my face.

He didn't expect me to ask him this, and he was stunned for a while.

"Of course, you don't have to rush to give the answer right away." I said to the evil wizard.

Then I said to the native Yerro next to me: "Take him to a stone room and give him some time to think about it, but be careful not to let the magician escape!"

I said to Kalancuo proudly: "Let's go and persuade his companions. I believe that when he sees these big guys, he will give me a more satisfactory answer!"

Sure enough, when the other evil wizard heard that I was going to feed him to the spiders alive, he also showed a face of despair. After a struggle, he finally decided to tell the truth of the matter.

I separated the two evil wizards and listened to them tell the secrets about Justus separately...