My Magic Age

In the morning, the sun hid in the clouds and was reluctant to come out. The clouds were like a burning mountain of fire, forming a piece. The north wind blew up the grass ash like green smoke on the dry wasteland. The tender grass has been growing very fast in the past few days. Maybe it is because the weather is getting warmer, but it is a little dry, so the grass grows a bit like pine needles.

Catalina evenly poured the yellow rice porridge in the iron pot into four portions, and put a finger-thick, two-inch long braised beef strip on top of the rice porridge. This is our breakfast. Kuz and I tied the tent and tied it firmly to the back of the Yagui beast. Qi Ge stood in front of the Yagui beast and performed the water gathering technique to fill a large wooden barrel with clean water. The Yagui beast called happily in a low voice, put its big head into the wooden barrel, and drank a bucket of clean water in one breath. Every three days, we would put some salt in the Yagui beast's drinking water. Everything was ready before departure. Whenever we gathered in front of Katarina, everyone was used to holding their own tableware, drinking the delicious and sweet rice porridge in one breath, and then throwing the braised meat into their mouths to taste the sauce in the meat, and continuing on the road with a happy mood.

Regarding these golden millet, a few days ago, when we met a gathering team composed of three tauren, we exchanged two magic scrolls of fire gathering with them for half a bag of golden millet.

In fact, that time was not an exchange, but three honest tauren were looking for magic herbs in the wilderness at that time. A pot was set up in their camp, and the big pot was filled with a pot of clear water, and there was a lot of golden millet at the bottom of the pot. When we passed by, we felt very strange. Why was there a big pot with water and rice in it, but there was no firewood in the stove under the pot? The pot was set up like this, more like waiting for someone to pick up some dry firewood and come back to have a pot of fragrant rice porridge. But our group had carefully observed everything around us. The three honest minotaurs were scattered in the grassland of the wilderness, searching for traces of magic herbs. No one cared about the problem of firewood. Moreover, there were mostly thin leeks growing in this grassland. Once this grass dried up, it was difficult to leave any firewood that could be used as fuel. Seeing us riding the Yagui beast slowly approaching, the three minotaurs gathered together slowly and greeted us warmly.

The most popular in the wilderness are the minotaurs. They are powerful individually, but they love peace very much. They prefer to exchange information with other hunters, because the minotaurs mainly collect magic herbs in the wilderness and do not hunt, so other hunters also prefer to communicate with the minotaurs. Over time, the minotaurs have developed a warm and hospitable character.

This kind of wild millet is very common in the wilderness, but because it is notoriously difficult to collect, the orcs generally do not eat it. Only careful minotaurs who like to eat plant seeds will collect these wild millets in the wilderness. If they accumulate a lot, they will have a delicious meal. When we stopped in front of the temporary camp of the three minotaurs, we jumped off the Yagui beast and watched these minotaurs trotting towards us. The heavy steps of their huge bodies seemed to make the earth tremble.

"Hey! Distinguished guests, where are you from?"

"We are travelers from Yemen Town in the north. What should I call you?" I am very familiar with these polite greetings. Sometimes I do it, but most of the time it is Kuz who stands out to communicate with them. Qi Ge and Katarina never speak at this time, because the hunting team in the wild is very superstitious about a saying that women will dispel the blessings of the beast god.

First, we introduce ourselves, and then we will selectively tell everything we can see on the road in the future and communicate with each other.

For example, when we told them the location of the saltwater pond and that there were large areas of silverleaf grass there, the three minotaurs were delighted by the information, but when we told them about the hyenas, they became worried again. They also told us that if we went southwest, we would enter the ecological circle of the Demon King Grass, because the climate and soil here are extremely suitable for the growth of the Demon King Grass, but if we want to encounter an adult Demon King Grass, we need some luck. After that, they would kindly wink at Qi Ge and Katarina, and then comfort us by saying: Don't worry about the gains and losses of the moment, and look far ahead for everything.

This is an ancient slang of the Orcs, which is very difficult to understand, but there is someone like me in the team. I usually hide on the back of the Thunder Rhino of the caravan and fumble with the old Kuru's ancient parchment scrolls all day long. Almost half of them are written in ancient Orc language, so I happened to have heard of this ancient Orc slang.

In this way, we had a pleasant conversation, and the Tauren also told us that the deep wasteland was not peaceful. Although the large gray dwarf bandit group had been driven into the underground world of the southern foothills by the orc coalition last year, other bandits appeared in the wasteland. They usually made a living by hunting and gathering. Only when they met the weak would they lift the veil on their heads and become a group of wasteland bandits to rob everything. They were even more cruel than the gray dwarves. The Tauren seemed very angry when talking about these bandits. It seemed that they must have compatriots who suffered this disaster, but another Tauren lamented that it might be because of the famine. It would improve when life got better. After all, who would risk their life to become a bandit when they had a good life?

Chatting can also make your mouth dry. At this time, the enthusiastic minotaur will take out a clean wooden cup, scoop out half a cup of raw rice and half a cup of water from the raw rice pot, and hand it to us and say: Please drink some rice porridge, which is a rare and delicious wild millet in the wilderness. There is nothing around here to burn fire, and we haven't been able to pick up dry cow dung for several days, but these millet is easy to digest. These rice have been soaked for most of the day and are ready to eat!

... We were speechless for a while. It turned out that the inability to make a fire in the wilderness has become an extremely common problem, and some orcs have begun to use various methods to deal with this problem. The wolf people prefer to carry raw jerky, but these minotaur eat millet and other grains that are easy to absorb. First soak them in water for a while, and then drink them with soup.

How could we drink such raw rice soup? Kuz and I looked at each other, took the cup of raw rice soup and poured it back into the pot. In the puzzled eyes of the minotaurs, Kuz took out a palm-sized magic scroll from his waist bag, shook it against the wind and pulled the rope made of horseweed apart. Red flames erupted from the scroll, and the scroll was thrown under the stove by Kuz. Then we opened our mouths with the three minotaurs, waiting for the fragrant rice porridge to be boiled.

"This... this... actually use such a precious magic scroll to cook porridge?"

The values ​​of the minotaurs were obviously subverted by us. They looked at us as if they were looking at orc nobles. Yes! In such a spring with scarce supplies, a group of young people walked in the wilderness, but carried magic scrolls to cook food. Is there anything more wasteful than this? In contrast, the orc nobles hiding in the tribe exchanged magic metals and precious magic herbs for human luxury goods, which was not a big deal at all. After all, what they got in return was still equivalent, and they did not waste a precious magic scroll like us.

"Hahaha, this is a magic scroll for daily necessities. This is the recipe that my shaman teacher found in a notebook recently. You see, such a small magic scroll, how soft these magic flames are. This scroll can only be used to cook something or light it to keep warm at night when it is cold." Kuz began to instill our new ideas to these tauren, so he said.

For the latest definition of such Fire Gathering Magic Scrolls, only when the orc hunters in the wilderness truly realize the benefits and convenience of these Fire Gathering Magic Scrolls and find that they are still very cheap, will they have the desire to buy them. The purpose of doing this is also to build a demand-side market. Otherwise, if the scrolls are made, without a strong consumer group to support them, they can only be used by our internal people, but how many Fire Gathering Magic Scrolls can we use?

After making these scrolls, we still hope to be able to sell them in the end, even if they are cheaper at the beginning, otherwise everyone has a solution to the problem of only being able to eat raw food in the wilderness, so where will our scrolls be sold?

The kind-hearted minotaur who had just defended the wilderness bandits was the first to exclaim: "Hey! This is really good stuff. Such a small piece can make such a big fire. It seems that this pot of porridge can be cooked. I am really looking forward to it! I haven't eaten cooked food for almost half a month. Now my mouth is full of the disgusting taste of ground potatoes."

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So, there are surprises everywhere in life. For us, a defective magic scroll is nothing. And even if it is not used, the magic power on this scroll will slowly disappear in the next half month because the magic circle is not complete. But for these minotaur, this scroll means that in the next half month, they can at least drink a mouthful of hot porridge almost every day. Only the gatherers who have been walking in the wilderness for a long time will more clearly realize how precious this is.

When we somewhat embarrassedly proposed to exchange a complete magic scroll for their only small bag of golden millet, we felt a little guilty at this time, because these millet were widely circulated among the orc nobles and were called soft gold. Its value was definitely higher than a magic scroll of fire gathering, but we had to make some value positioning for the magic scroll, so we proposed the exchange.

The minotaurs were obviously stunned by our proposal. The group of friends looked at each other stupidly, and then confirmed that what they heard was not wrong. We really wanted to exchange a scroll for a bag of millet, so they nodded and agreed hurriedly. We simply told them the correct way to use the scroll. Before parting, the honest minotaurs quickly put away the magic scroll under the pot, tied it with horseweed and handed it to me. I sat on the back of the Yagui beast and smiled. I didn't take the scroll, but waved goodbye to them and said loudly: "This is our friendship. Thank you for your sweet rice porridge. Please accept our little respect!"