my age of magic

Chapter 9

The news from the front said that the adventure group had found a lair of prairie wind wolves, and we were ordered to drive the bullock cart to the higher slope not far ahead to stand by.

There are a total of more than ten people left, including three members of the adventure group. They stayed to ensure our safety.

Chatting with Kurtz, Uncle Fred sat aside and boasted that he once skinned a saber-toothed tiger, and the reward was actually a piece of tiger bone. Later, he asked someone to make a wound medicine. It's surprisingly good, but it's a pity that there are not many powders, and there is not even a pack left.

Uncle Fred sighed: That is a life-saving thing.The master craftsmen on other cars also started to chat together. There is always a story in every caravan, and when most of the men gather together, it is easy to talk about women.

And my 7-year-old child, no matter how mature he is, has no interest in talking to them about this.So he dragged Kutz to another bullock cart, and the two lay side by side looking at the clouds in the sky.

The three members of the adventure group who stayed behind to protect us were two men and one woman. I was also a little confused about their occupations. I knew that the two young men in leather armor must be warriors, but they didn't have bows and arrows, and they only had one on the right buttocks. There hung a heavy Roman sword, and not even a decent shield.

The figure is not tall, but it can be seen that the skills are very vigorous, and the clothes are clean and tidy, and there is a cotton shirt under the leather armor, and a red scarf around the neck. The two of them are trying to find some interesting topics to please. The sorceress, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with chestnut hair, has always been stern and unsmiling.

The long and boring wait made me slowly fall asleep lying on the bullock cart.

Maybe it's because I didn't sleep all night last night. I woke up from time to time and slept very restlessly.

Suddenly I heard louder and louder voices, and opened my eyes in a daze, only to see Uncle Fred and those people in the caravan surrounding me. Uncle Fred pushed me awake and asked, "Gee!" Jia, these guys said that there was something like noodles in the stew yesterday, why didn’t I eat it?”

"Huh?" I was just shaken awake, and I was still a little confused about the situation.

"Hehe, Uncle Fred. I ate those vermicelli last night, and there was only some meat left..." Kurtz giggled from the side.

"What are vermicelli?" Fred asked Kurz directly.

Kurz thought for a long time, but he couldn't organize his words and just said: "The vermicelli is for eating, isn't it delicious?"

Now that this issue has been mentioned, of course I have to explain it according to the words agreed with the old Kuru yesterday, so I pulled Kurz who couldn't explain clearly, and then he said: "That's what Mr. Kuru found. He said that the orcs call it 'noodles', and I don't know what tree it grows on, but this thing has always been the food of the orcs."

For my words, Fred rolled his eyes, obviously not believing it.

Kuz was very dissatisfied with me saying that the old man Kuru had found those sweet potatoes.

Obviously he found it!
Of course I understood what it meant, and seeing that he was about to speak, I kicked him hard, causing him to howl in pain.

"Kurz, do you often eat this...uh... vermicelli?" Fred asked suspiciously. He hadn't seen old Kuru eat this thing for several years!
"Ah, yes! I often eat it in the tribe, but we all boil it with water, unlike Ji Jia who makes it so laborious. You seem to never eat this vermicelli." Kuz said in Imperial language It's not very good, this passage made him think about it for a long time.

What Kurtz said really fit my heart, although what he wanted to express was that we usually boiled sweet potatoes, peeled and eaten directly.

Aren't you particularly disgusted with eating?The imperial language of the potato was very convoluted, so Kurz directly said the transliterated 'vermicelli', which was a wonderful explanation.

Compared with the words of the orc children, the uncles in the caravan believe it more.

Because in their teenage years, at least they couldn't tell the truth from the lies. As long as a child of an orc uttered it, most of them could be believed.

And it seems that I am so young, people in the caravan will think: Maybe the meal yesterday was the attention of old Kuru, this old orc wants to treat everyone to a delicious and authentic meal before arriving at the Pai Plateau Orcs feast, these two little guys are just people who have been told to do things.

What can you expect a five-year-old child to do, but the meals made by this silly-looking orc kid are really delicious.

Everyone thinks so, right?The kid named Jijia was only ordered to serve all kinds of vegetables and seasonings, and the orc boy was always the chef. It turned out that the poor and backward orc tribe still had such delicious food.

So people began to communicate in private again, and there were many people with ideas. After all, this is a business group, and the next stop is Pai Plateau.

Fred held Kurtz's hand and asked, "Boy, do you still have this in stock? Uncle, I haven't tasted it yet. You have to make another pot for me. ah."

"That's not enough. Those things will rot in spring, and it will take the whole summer to grow. We only have a bag like that, and we cooked and ate it yesterday!" Kuz shook his head again and again.

It was almost noon, and the group of uncles sitting beside the carriage chatting were already talking dryly. They were all sitting on the grass on the south slope basking in the sun, and their speaking speed was much slower.

A middle-aged uncle named Ann is talking about his previous experience. His hometown is Sloit Province, the northernmost part of the Green Continent, which belongs to the southernmost edge of the Pai Plateau. Together, they flow eastward for more than 700 miles and then pour into the endless sea, which is also the northernmost border city of the Grimm Empire.

The most famous Northern Wind Legion of the Empire is stationed along the south bank of the river, and this is also the first line of defense for the Empire Legion against the Orc Empire, the Dwarf Empire, and the savages of the ice field.

Having said that, An gave Kurtz an apologetic look, and then said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Those soldiers of the North Wind Legion, I'm afraid it's been decades since I saw a real orc wolf rider. Since the orcs entered the Pai Plateau to recuperate, our life has been much easier, and the dwarves are farther away. After all, it is not an easy task to climb the New Siakis Mountains. The savages are a little restless, and often enter our borders to plunder slaves."

I heard from old Kuru that the ice and snow tundra is very vast, covered with snow all year round, but there are other species growing tenaciously on this ice sheet, and most of the plants there are extremely cold-resistant.

Many herbal medicines are very effective in curing fire poison, but it belongs to the territory of the wild and wild people. Those giants in the wilderness who are over 3 meters tall on average when they are adults, have infinite strength, and run as fast as a horse will tear everything apart.

What old Kuru always talked about was that he hoped to meet a caravan. If he could exchange a few leaves of bitter cold wattle for me, he would be able to refine a few bottles of fire resistance potions. Any information is appreciated.

The first time I heard about slave raiding, I was intrigued.So he asked Uncle An: "Those barbarians also need slaves, aren't they afraid of our army?"

"The line of defense is too long. The situation is better along the Benma River to the west. There is the Orc Pai Plateau as a natural barrier. The White Elephant and the Benma River have created a rich northern plain for the Green Empire, but there are no natural dangers anywhere. Every winter The Benma River is frozen, and 700 miles to the east, there is no natural barrier that can stop the barbarians, and it is impossible for the 80 garrisons of the North Wind Legion to stop all the barbarians."

There is a scar on Uncle An's weathered face. It is a scar extending from the left temple to the lower right to the lower jaw. The entire left cheek and lip were cut by a sharp knife. Although it has healed, it leaves a pink scar. I told everyone that the knife almost split his head in half, and I usually don't dare to watch it.

"Are they robbing women and children?" I asked curiously.

"Haha, what do they want women for? Do you expect barbarians who are over three meters tall and bare-armed in winter to sleep with their arms around human girls? Hahahaha, that's something only a nobleman would do, barbarian Broly only believes in the strong, and they only plunder adult men, and sometimes they also arrest young men who are about to reach adulthood when they are in bad times, and throw them into the mines in the Black Mountain to mine until they die." Ann When I said this, I was a little sad, and my mood was not stable. Later, I added: "Before running the business, my two younger brothers were both arrested. They thought they hacked me to death, but I survived."

"Will they kill women and children?" I asked again.

Uncle Fred opened his eyes and looked at me, kicked my ass and said, "What are you thinking at such a young age! Those dirty savages have always regarded us as cattle and sheep, and they still expect women to live Go on and give them lambs, the barbarians have always killed people indiscriminately, they only rob food, livestock and strong men, and those things that rob women and children are done by slave traders."

"Do they eat people?"

"If there is no other food, I will eat it when I am hungry, but it's just like will we eat horses, will we eat those bison or thunder rhinos?" Someone in the crowd laughed.

It seems that in this world, we are not the species at the top of the food chain.

After being rejected by the female magician, the two young warriors in charge of security mingled and chatted with our group, and the female magician who was as cold as an iceberg and who cherished words like gold along the way had been watching from the highest point of the hillside. We sent the signal.

The men all stood up nervously, and the cattle grazing aside were also harnessed to the cart.Only Kurz and I stood like geese in the panicked crowd, until Uncle Fred carried me to the bullock cart, then I could see a group of people on horseback running from the depths of the pasture, too far away I couldn't see whether it was an enemy or a friend, so all the staff had to be on guard.

After half a cigarette, the crowd began to whisper: "It's our adventure group, it's our people!"

"Yes, I can see them coming back with their prey!"

"Woooo~~"

The warriors returning victorious will be cheered by everyone, and the waiting people will also stare at the prey dragged back on horseback. The people of the adventure group jumped up the hillside on the tall ancient Bolai horse, and their skillful horse skills were only a little bit. Pulling the reins, the entire wind wolf on the horse's back was thrown off.

This is the first time I have seen a prairie wind wolf. I never thought that a wolf would be bigger than an African lion. The wolf was more than three meters long and had a silver-gray mane that was very smooth. This wolf There were obvious arrow wounds in the eye sockets of the head, and the arrows had been pulled out. After the eyeballs of the wind wolf were ruptured, only a small hole as thick as a little finger was left, and the surrounding area was burnt, with white brain pulp and scarlet blood still oozing out. It's just that when it falls on the wolf skin, it will turn into small blood beads and roll down in an instant.

I took a deep breath, thinking that this fur must be worth a lot of money.Kurz on the side also glanced at me at this time, and we all looked at the dead wind wolf with intact fur.

At this time, Uncle Fred arranged a job for me, and my task was to watch the pile.

After studying herbalism with old Kuru, I began to slowly learn the language of the orcs and the empire. The language of the empire was taught to me and Kuz by Master Payles himself. He not only required us to speak it, but also We are required to be literate.

Kurtz is not very good at studying, but I have even taken the college entrance examination. Is it not a trivial matter with the current study intensity?
There is no doubt about the benefits of reading, so under the introduction of Uncle Fred, I was hired by the adventure group and became the youngest clerk, commonly known as Kanduier.

My task may seem simple, but it is quite tedious.

I need to record the situation of each wind wolf before dismemberment on the parchment, and then the leader of the adventure group will distribute the wind wolf to the skinners in the caravan, and they will start to keep all the valuable parts of the wind wolf , and discard the remaining wolf bones and viscera directly.

This hunting is just the beginning, and a large number of prey will be sent back. These low-level monsters are not very valuable even in the empire. Only the quantity can make the wallet fuller.

For example, I recorded the wind wolf in front of me:
The fur is shiny and undamaged, and there is a blind adult male wolf.Belongs to: Wind Chaser Adventure Group.

The fur is shiny, there is a seven-centimeter sword wound under the left rib, the right hind leg is broken, and the fur is severely damaged. It is an adult male wolf.Belongs to Starry Adventure Group.

I finally know the names of the two adventure groups and the person in charge. The person in charge of skinning and assigning tasks is the female mage who doesn't talk too much. When I approached, I can see that her skin is very fair, and there are pale pink spots on her fair face. Freckles, hey, it seems that many fair-skinned women here have light freckles, straight nose bridge, thin lips, pointed chin, a bit oval face, and long neck, like a proud swan. Rare, too, but irresistible to say the least.

The uncles in the caravan seemed to be reluctant to talk to her. I later found out that it was a matter of identity. The profession of magician is very respected in the Grimm Empire. Qualified to enter the magic school to study, will automatically be promoted to the title of the third-class baron of the nobility.

Uncle Fred taught me how to write records and it will be very beautiful, neither offending the adventure group nor the skinning master.

In addition, I need to watch the skinners open the wind wolf's head, which is the most important thing.It's like gambling with stones.No one knew that the wind wolf would have a magic core, but as long as one was produced, it would be equivalent to the value of a hundred ordinary wind wolves.

(End of this chapter)