my age of magic

Chapter 147 148. Gerry Baschin's Leadership
It wasn't until the sky was completely dark that the battle stopped completely.

We lit the fire-gathering scrolls on the mounds, and the light of these bonfires can be transmitted far at night. We want the orcs digging wild vegetables in the wilderness to be able to see the bonfires and gather here.Although the gray dwarf robbers didn't leave much food behind, almost all of their argali mounts stayed here. Many froze to death, and those who were frostbitten were also killed and stripped.This victory cost us more than half of the frost scrolls. These loot are far from the value of the scrolls themselves, but the victory itself is the greatest gain.

The orcs of the Raitu tribe were happily peeling sheep. On those palm-sized magic scrolls, there was a bonfire that was constantly swallowing green flames.The orcs set up cauldrons on top of these bonfires, and next to each cauldron stood a shirtless old orc, holding a sharp bone-eviscating knife in his hand, and took the cleanly stripped plates that came over. The sheep quickly decomposed.The lean meat was put into a large pot to be cooked, and the remaining sheep head, bones, and offal were piled aside, and the female orcs of the tribe were cleaning the internal organs and offal. These are good materials for making mutton soup, but If the number is too large, it will be a little troublesome.Those intestines and stomachs that were too late to be processed piled up on the ground, and the red flames were reflected on the face of the old orc Gribaschin. , muttering ancient orc language in his mouth.I wanted to hear it, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Sitting next to Kurtz, Gerila told me that her grandpa was singing carols, so that the spirits of sheep hovering around the battlefield could ascend to heaven.Kuz was lying on the wolf fur mattress with a pale face. He was carried back by the orc girls from the Raitu tribe.In the end, he was still injured, two half-foot-long cuts were cut on his shoulder by the sharp claws, the skin was torn apart and the flesh was bruised deep to the bone.If it wasn't for the maid Asakusa who desperately protected Kurtz, I am afraid we would not be able to see Kurtz at this time.

Qige frowned, sitting on a wooden pier beside her and looking at Kurtz helplessly.She was holding a bottle of bright red healing potion in her hand, shaking the potion gently, the bright red liquid medicine in the bottle kept rippling with the halo of magic.Stretching out his thumb, he flicked off the cork on the bottle mouth, and quickly poured it into Kurtz's mouth before the magical breath of the potion dissipated.

Just after preparing this bottle of healing potion, Miss Qi rubbed her slightly sore shoulders and sat on a wooden pier beside her, refusing to leave. Like me, she seemed to be very curious about how Kurtz got injured. Ordinarily, chasing those Like a bereaved dog, even if the gray dwarf is not as powerful as the opponent in the end, with Kurtz's outstanding talent "survival instinct", he will never suffer such a serious injury.You must know that if these two wounds were half an inch deeper, Kurz's entire shoulder blade and collarbone would be completely broken, and even his internal organs would be injured.

For such trauma, the human race handles it much more delicately than the orc race. At least the humans in this world already know first aid and suture techniques, while the orcs in the tribe prefer to pick some hemostatic grass from the wasteland and directly mash it to apply. On the wound, a hasty bandage will be the end of the matter.Katerina squatted beside Kurz, carefully using a needle to slowly sew up Kurz's open flesh, watching Kurz gritted his teeth and held back the corners of his mouth, holding back his smile.

The kid Kurz is absolutely not afraid of pain, he is just afraid of needles, seeing him cowering, even Katerina couldn't help but want to laugh.An injury of this degree, neither heavy nor light, is destined to suffer a lot of flesh and blood.I didn't expect that Asakusa, the maid next to him, was actually an official orc warrior. She is always silent when I usually see her, so I didn't expect her to be quite powerful.

I asked Asakusa, the maid beside me, "How did those gray dwarves hurt him?"

"A group of harpies rescued the gray dwarf leader!" Maid Asakusa stared at the black stick in her hand. I have seen that heavy wooden stick before, and it can smash the hard skull of an argali. "I broke a harpy's thigh with a stick. They are very vindictive and may come back to trouble us!"

Qige said unceremoniously: "Let them come! I want to see if their feathers will burn when they meet the flames!"

Harpy is a kind of fierce beast with the head of a harpy. They are unusually cunning and licentious in nature.But he is very timid, with a pair of wings on his back, he likes to live on cliffs, and often hunts lone orcs in the wasteland.I heard old Kuru say that on the Pai Plateau, this species of degenerate demons and beasts is a hybrid. Their community is a matrilineal tribe like the hell spiders. They like to hunt strong orcs. The tribal elders A long time ago, the reward order for besieging the Harpy could not be issued.

For a long time, the living space of the harpies on the Pai Plateau has been getting smaller and smaller. Many high-level hunters prefer to hunt this kind of beast with the blood of the demons, although the breath of the demons on them is already very weak , but their blood is still a very precious alchemy material.

At this time, I suddenly thought of what the orc girl reminded the female warrior of the Raitu tribe last night: danger does not come from the grass, but from the sky.It seems that the rumored harpies really exist in this area, and the most important thing is that they injured Kurtz, rescued the leader of the gray dwarf, and let Miss Qi know that the harpy The blood of the banshee is the main ingredient for refining the madness potion. This material is difficult to buy in the magic pharmacy. The harpies are too rare, and the demand far exceeds the supply.

Qige had already said in the wilderness at the northern foot that if she had the opportunity, she would like to hunt a few harpies, collect a bottle of harpy blood, and bring it back to the Green Emperor to give to her teacher.Now, such a group of harpies suddenly appeared, making our way forward full of unknowns.

If it wasn't for Kurz's injury, I wouldn't want to mess with those guys.If I knew in advance that there were harpies in Night Wolf Cliff, I would rather go around the edge of Night Wolf Cliff.Those guys are cruel and cunning, once they fly into the sky, we can't deal with them at all.So we must think of a countermeasure to solve this problem, and we must think about it carefully.

...beautiful dividing line...

The bonfire once again attracted the orcs fleeing in the distance. When they came from all directions with the food they had dug, they were all stunned by the sight in front of them.They saw gray dwarves piled up in a mountain of corpses in the distance, and their pale faces still showed temporary panic.At this time, the entire mound was brightly lit, and the pile of dwarf scales and neatly placed weapons all showed the fierce fighting power of the tribe in front of them.Every fleeing orc who saw these scenes would be filled with awe when they faced the female orc warriors of the Raitu tribe.The orcs fleeing in the wilderness were constantly attracted by the fire, until it was completely dark, and there were already more than a hundred orcs gathered under the hill.

Boiling water boiled in more than a dozen large iron pots, and milky white oily flowers floated from the soup. The mutton rolled back and forth in the pot, and the aroma of the broth drifted far away along the night wind.

The orcs who rushed over to make a living on the wasteland saw the acre in front of them, and some dared not go forward.The smell of mutton floating down from the slope made these orcs who hadn't touched meat for a long time couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Among the fleeing orcs, there was a five or six-year-old sallow and thin little werewolf girl, pulling The female orc in the leather vest asked her mother pitifully, "Grandma, why does it smell so good!"

The old orc Gribaschin strode into the crowd of beasts on crutches, and gently pressed the strong shoulders of a wolf-clan orc girl with his big dry hands. Tall, with broad shoulders and long arms, the leather package behind her is also full of various wild vegetables, and behind her is the little orc girl who just spoke.The beast girl did not avoid Gribaschin's big hand, but stared at Gribaschin vigilantly. Gribaschin nodded in satisfaction, and patted the beast girl's cheek. Laughing like a wilted chrysanthemum, he said with a pleasant face: "I want to hire you to help me with my work. I can't rest all night tonight. Look at these..."

The old orc pointed to the mountain of internal organs of argali sheep on the ground. The blood gathered into a small river and flowed down to the bottom of the slope.

"All of these need to be dealt with. They need to be washed clean enough with water, and then put together, yes, just like they do. Finally, they are cooked in a pot. You don't need to do this!" The old orc looked up. Looking at the tall female orc, she continued: "Every time a pair of fish is processed, the lungs belong to you, and this is considered your wages. But the pot can only be lent to you after we have cooked all the meat. You cook your own food, don't worry about campfires, these are magic flames, we have no shortage!"

"Are you willing to do it?" asked the old orc.

I'm afraid this is the most beautiful sentence this beast girl has heard this year. She nodded hurriedly and said, "I will do it, and I am willing to do it!"

"Go over there and wait, I'm picking a few capable ones!" Gribasqin waved to the beast girl, motioning her to go aside.

The orc girl was about to walk over with the little orc girl, when Gribaschin stopped the two of them with a cane, stared at the little orc girl for a long time, and said nothing.The orc girl's face changed slightly, but she still held the little orc girl by the hand.Gribaschin frowned and said, "This little girl is too young to do much work, and I won't pay her any wages! If you make trouble or have dirty hands and feet, you two will go out together!"

The beast girl nodded quickly, pulled the little girl and walked aside, this time Gribaschin didn't stop her.

Hearing what the old orc Gribaschin said, there was a commotion among the orc crowd. After all, such good things are rare.Gribaschin picked and picked among the crowd, and it took him a long time to pick out a dozen or so beast girls who looked cleaner, and asked them to stand with the previous beast girl.Without exception, those with orc children will be warned: children will not be paid.

Before the rest of the orcs had time to be depressed, Gribaschin picked another batch to cook the sheepskins. The peeled sheepskins were spread bloody on the grass, and the grease film on the sheepskins had dried. Make these sheepskins look stiff.The remaining dirty orcs, no matter how many there were, were directly assigned to dig pits and bury people in the distance.

Gribaschin had just assigned all the work, and the orcs couldn't wait to get to work.

"Wait!" The old orc Gribasqin quickly stopped them, and asked the female orc warrior of the Raitu tribe to fetch a stack of wooden bowls. The one standing at the front with the little girl The beast girl grabbed a handful of wild vegetables from her backpack.These wild vegetables were picked very clean, there were basically no yellow and rotten leaves, and the roots of the wild vegetables were clean, without a little bit of soil.

When the little girl saw Gribasqin grab a handful of wild vegetables in their backpacks, her eyes turned red immediately, and she cried out, "That's us..."

The beast girl quickly covered the little girl's mouth, and lowered her head without saying a word.

"Hold it well! Why lower your head." The old orc scolded, stuffed two large wooden bowls into the arms of the orc girl, divided the wild vegetables in his hand into two, put them into the wooden bowl, and frowned. Said loudly: "You are really clumsy, don't wait for me to pick wild vegetables for you."

As he spoke, he grabbed a small handful of black flour from the noodle bag on the side, sprinkled it into the large wooden bowl in the hand of the beast girl, and scooped out a spoonful of milky white mutton soup from the boiling hot cauldron, and poured the hot mutton soup On the fresh and tender wild onions, the wild onions inside are cooked instantly, and the black flour in the wooden bowl is also washed away by the hot soup, turning into a bowl of noodle soup with wild onions.

Gribasqin instructed the Raitu tribe beast warrior behind him: "Each person can only give such a small amount in the bowl, don't give too much, we don't have any extra flour. Children don't need to drink batter, they If you can’t work, vegetable soup will do.”

The orc female warrior hurriedly followed the old orc's instructions, and quickly made these orcs line up in a long line and began to serve soup.Those orcs fleeing the wilderness were quickly organized, and they were still grateful to Dade for helping us with our work.Originally, these orcs didn't work, so they came to us to beg for a sip of mutton soup.

It's just that the old orc Gribaschin had an idea and asked these foreign orcs to do some groceries and exchange their labor for food that we couldn't take away. This idea is really great.

The chaotic scene that Kurz and I were worried about did not appear. Instead, the orcs in the Raitu tribe, who had been working all day, began to take turns to rest.

There are still nearly 200 more argali to be dealt with, this night, don't even think about stopping.

At this time, what really played a huge role were the thirty or so failed frost scrolls, which provided a large amount of water.Moreover, it seems to be very convenient to use. This thing does not release a lot of cold air in an instant like the frost scroll, destroying the entire scroll.Instead, like the fire-gathering scroll, every time the scroll is opened, a water ball will gather out, and after the scroll is rolled up, it can be used repeatedly.

Those orcs fleeing in the wilderness cherished the work at hand very much. They almost devoured a bowl of noodle soup and started working.

On the grass in the distance, a dozen old orcs from Raitu looked at the surviving argali. These rideable argali are not much smaller than horses. This time we captured nearly 170 intact argali Argali, each argali is equipped with a complete saddle, and some argali are even covered with scales.

As the victors of the war, we have the right to distribute the spoils, but the amount of spoils is too much, and it can be troublesome.

"What about these dwarven chain armor and scale armor?" I asked Kurtz beside me with some distress.

Kurz said weakly and with difficulty: "How do I know!"

The orcs of the blood wolf clan are not used to wearing heavy armor.Only heavy wolf riders will wear these heavy armors made of fine steel, and the size of the dwarf armor is much different from that of the orcs. These armors need to be repaired in the blacksmith shop before they can be used by the orcs. .

"Why don't we just wear it for those beast female warriors? We can transport these armors back to Gludin Town first, and then put them in the blacksmith shop for reformation." I suggested.

Gribaschin and Kurtz shook their heads slightly at the same time, and the old orc explained: These orc girls are javeliners, and they can't run in such heavy armor. What the gunners need is flexible light armor.But the hatchets could stay.

"Then sell all the others! Or Aziz, you can give these to your elder brother. I always feel that this guy will not treat you badly, and maybe give you some other resources!" I suggested again.

Upon hearing this, Kurtz nodded hastily.

I couldn't help cursing in my heart: It really is a brother!What the heck.

(End of this chapter)