my age of magic

Chapter 111
When we gave up most of our living supplies to this group of lonely werewolf tribes, including three scrolls of gathering fire and ten bricks of meat floss, the bricks of meat floss were used by Kurtz on a one-horned bison at the saltwater pond. Although it is only ten pieces, each brick of meat floss contains a lot of salt, and each brick of meat floss is made of five kilograms of meat floss.You only need to prepare a large pot of boiling water, use a dagger to divide a whole piece of meat floss brick into two, take out one piece and put it into the pot, almost without cooking, the meat floss brick will melt in the pot, and it will become a pot of thick broth.To be honest, such a pot of broth alone would definitely not be able to fill such a tribe of more than two hundred orcs, but if all the wild roots and wild vegetables in the hands of women and children were thrown into the pot and boiled together, But it is enough to make a pot of delicious vegetable porridge. In fact, this is what we want to do. Provide them with meat floss and fire-gathering scrolls that can last about a week of cooking porridge, so that they can safely exit the dangerous northern foot In the wilderness, even if you go back to the original place to dig potatoes and eat them, it is better than waiting here to be eaten by wild beasts.

I have to say that this time we took out the materials and donated them directly, mostly because this group of werewolves belonged to the werewolf tribe of Kurz's distant relatives. In addition, we saw many orc children who were about our age. There is also a reason for being so hungry and skinny, and looking very pitiful.Only then did I realize that not all orc children at Kurtz's age can possess such outstanding hunting skills. Kurtz is definitely a little genius among the orc children.

But if our kindness turns into trouble, which is the last thing we want to see, it happens.

This group of werewolves from the orc tribe secretly followed us to the place where we camped. Their existence can hide from ordinary people, but they can't hide from hunters with the legendary talent of "survival instinct", even Carter, who has the eyes and ears. Linna felt that something was wrong, so I went to ask Kurz, and then Kurz called them depressed and resentful.

We were actually targeted by a group of tribal werewolves who were like refugees. The reason was that when we rescued them, the materials we took out attracted them. I wondered if this was the so-called wolf-hearted?

...beautiful dividing line...

These days, after every night, I have to spare a certain amount of time to draw some fire-focusing scrolls and frost scrolls. There is never a shortage of ordinary magic herbs in this wasteland, and Qige has brought enough before leaving Other types of materials, such as ore and magic crystal powder, so we can draw these scrolls at will after we have a lot of magic antelope leather paper.Not only is the level of my drawing scroll slowly improving, but even the mana recovery skill "heating" has stepped into level seven. The magic skill "heating" is a common magic skill of all races. Although it originated from the old Kuru, when I was chatting with Qige once, I found that Miss Qi knew this skill very well. Human magic The master and the orc shaman have the same conclusion on the "heating" skill, that is, depleting the magic power in the body stimulates the growth of magic recovery speed, and repeated depletion of the magic pool or magic core will seriously damage the magic spirit, but for me Without the special existence of the magic pool, the "heating" magic seems tailor-made for me. After the "heating" skill gave me an additional 70.00% increase in mana recovery speed, I realized the great effect of this skill. Every time my mana is exhausted, it can be quickly refilled after only a quarter of an hour, and it will be even faster if I enter meditation.

The biggest feature of the "heating" skill is that after entering the combat state, such a powerful recovery ability still exists, and it is a state that exists forever without interruption.In this way, my ability to quickly recover mana has gradually reflected its true value, that is, although I can only maintain the fog form for less than 1 minute in the state of "shadow cloak", my mana will be exhausted. And reveal the prototype, but not long after, I can still sneak into the dark night again, and become the fog form of the shadow.

I stopped Kuz's reckless behavior. This guy always likes to find trouble with the werewolf tribe with more than 200 people without even knowing the situation.Although we are not sure whether they have malicious intentions, judging from their behavior of sneaking close to our camp, it is obvious that the visitors are not kind, but the matter must be clarified. I hold Kurz and hold the alloy bow tightly. hand, and said to him: "I sneaked among them to find out the situation over there, maybe things are not as we imagined."

"What else can I do? They are all forced to come to our camp. If it is good intentions, it is obvious that they can come over in a fair manner. They are so sneaky and have evil intentions. They must reject me and the four of us. It's a rare fat sheep!" Kurz said through gritted teeth.

"If you don't inquire about it, how will you know the truth? We'll dive together in a while, and you can wait for me outside." I said to Kurz.

Kurz asked hesitantly: "Is there really no problem with your half-baked 'Shadow Cloak'? It only lasts for a little while?"

"Isn't it at night! They won't be able to find out, and the moon won't even come out tonight, so I just hide in the shadows in the corner. Even if I don't have the 'Shadow Cloak', they won't be able to find me easily, don't worry !” I said with my arm around Kurtz’s shoulder.

Before we set off, before night fell, a small group of orcs slowly approached our camp. Walking in the front was a shambling old werewolf, wearing a piece of rawhide and holding a stick in his hand. With a dead wooden crutch, he looked very old with a hunched body. He walked in the front, followed by two young men from the wolf clan carrying a stretcher made temporarily with spears. On the stretcher lay a tall werewolf, His body does not seem to be too light, so he bent his two spears and trembled with his steps. These two wolf youths also had scimitars on their waists, so that the young warriors could fight in the daytime. At that time, we had never seen each other.

The old werewolf came up to us, took a deep look at me and then turned to look at Kurtz. We asked them to sit down by the edge of the campfire.The two young men put down the stretcher carefully. The strong werewolf lying on the stretcher was still unconscious. There was a big blood hole in the leather armor on his chest. Although the blood hadn't leaked out now, the sleepy man was still unconscious. The werewolf's face was as white as paper, and I guess something must be wrong.

The old orc said to us in the orc language: "We came to the edge of the death swamp. Some children in the tribe told me that they met a group of kind people during the day and gave them some things, delicious meat and precious food. Salt, and some precious magic scrolls. For this, we would like to express our sincerest thanks to our guests from afar!"

The hot flames spouting from the scroll brought the water in the cauldron to a boil, and the fresh mutton inside was dotted with oily flowers, and the spices were well placed, so the flavor floating out of the soup pot was very delicious. The fat and tender geese were also cooking in the pot, and the two young werewolves sitting on the side couldn't help agitating their Adam's apples and swallowing their saliva.

"I am the great elder of this tribe, Gribaschin." The old orc said, his cloudy eyes were filled with a touch of sadness, which was a kind of sadness that could not see the future.

Kurz always puts the emotions in his heart on his face, he does the same to his friends, and he also wants to do the same to his enemies. He is looking at the old orc with a straight face at this moment. I am worried that he will hurt others and make things worse. Worse, even if the members of this tribe are old people, women and children, there will still be some young fighters. In front of them, the combat power of a small team like ours is very ridiculous, just like ants shake the tree.

I asked Katerina on the side to take the wooden bowl, sprinkled a handful of fresh wild vegetables in the bowl, poured half a bowl of black flour bread broken into pieces into the wooden bowl, and scooped a spoonful of delicious hot hot water. The soup was poured on it, sprinkled with a touch of fine salt and handed to the old orc, saying in fluent orc language: "Great Elder Gribaschin, please don't be polite, in the wasteland, this is what we can do!"

"A few days ago, when someone passed by, they talked about the wasteland. Recently, there was a business group of young human races. They said that they would always help some poor orc hunters. I think it should be you!" The old orc took the meat. Soup Paobing did not take a sip, but stared at Kurtz. At this time, the strong werewolf who was lying on the stretcher and seriously injured also barely opened his eyes and looked at Kurtz.After the last two people looked at each other, the strong werewolf nodded to the old orc with difficulty.

At this time, Kurtz seemed to be caught in a memory, frozen there, and then murmured repeatedly after a while: "Gribaschin, Gribaschin..."

The old orc was a little agitated. His hand holding the soup bowl was trembling, so he handed the soup bowl to the young orc and said, "Kuz, have you even forgotten Gribaschin? Five years The former Kuru High Priest brought you into our place, and Gerile even took you into the Death Swamp to play without authorization, scaring us all into the swamp to find you!"

"Grandpa Gribaschin, you are Grandpa Gribaschin!" Kurz seemed to remember immediately, and shouted excitedly, "Why...how are you, why did you come to the North Foot Wilderness, Has the Great Famine affected you?"

"No, no, how could it be? Your mountains are full of sweet potatoes, and you can't finish them. How could you venture into the northern foot of the wilderness?"

"Did something happen to the Horde?"

Kurtz asked a lot of questions in a series, and the old orc was also a little excited, looked at Kurtz deeply, and said with relief: "After five years, I can't imagine that the little werewolf at that time was about to grow up and become an alloy man in his hand. Excellent hunter of the bow, you grow up very fast, if Gerila still remembers the imprint on your ear, I am afraid we will miss it here."

Yes, Kurtz has a small scar on his left ear, not too big, it looks like a tooth mark.It is said that I was bitten by a very wild little girl when I was a child. Once when we were swimming in the Xinghu grassland, I found it outside. I kept asking, and I knew the origin of the scar on the ear. At this time, The old orc said it all at once.

(End of this chapter)