Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 201 Send You A Thousand Miles Away
Archmage Phil Holden came flying with sparks and lightning, leaving a trail of blazing flames in the air along the way.

He rushed closer and hovered in mid-air, glancing at Harvey, who was trying to escape on the ground. He ignored him and instead taunted the violent snowstorm with a blunt, mocking tone, "What? Are all the people in the combat department cowards? You dare to do things but not take responsibility. You don't want to show up and expose your identities, right?"

The spellcaster, hidden in the ice tornado, demanded in a hoarse voice, "Fell Holden, what are you doing here? Even your nominal position in the Federation has been taken away by Lord Sarath!"

Feier's face immediately flushed, his thick, messy red hair flying in the wind, and he shouted angrily: "Bullshit!"

He looked down at the carriage frozen in ice on the ground and said in disbelief, "Am I too late? Damn it! If I had known that guy had exhausted his magic power, I shouldn't have followed him secretly. I should have sent him directly to Orland!"

After saying that, he grabbed his hair frantically, clasped his hands together and cast a spell quickly. Suddenly, a raging flame erupted outside his body, and he crashed directly into the ice and snow tornado floating in the air.

"Damn it! In that case, you'll just stay and be buried with me!"

Eight-ring improved fire magic—blazing fire bombardment!
When ordinary high-level fire mages cast this spell, they will use magic tools that are compatible with the fire element as a carrier, manipulating the magic tools attached with the spirit of fire to attack the enemy. However, Phil Holden is extremely violent by nature. Relying on the enhanced transformation of his body, he directly uses his body as a carrier of the magic tool and launches a physical collision with the enemy.

The ice and snow tornado suddenly collapsed inward, then exploded with a bang, turning into countless thin ice threads that flew towards Fair, trying to entangle his body to delay and block it.

But the Son of Fire was not afraid at all. Two scorching orange-yellow rays of light burst out of his eyes, and the blazing flames outside his body turned dark red. Dozens of firebirds with flapping wings flew out from his eyes, quickly devouring and melting the ice silk with their pecks and claws.

After a loud bang, the earth seemed to tremble a few times, and even the air was slightly distorted at the place where the two high-level elemental mages collided in mid-air.

The collapsing ice and snow tornado finally dissipated, revealing the attacker inside who was wearing a black robe and a cloak. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with ice chips and staggered to the ground.

The Son of Fire also landed in front of him. His crimson wizard robe and the upper half of his body were covered with a thin layer of ice. The left side of his face was covered with a layer of blue-black frost, and even his left eye was pale due to the extreme cold.

"Ah!!! My eyes!" Although he wailed loudly, his body did not tremble at all. He raised his hand to shake off the ice and snow covering his arms, and nonchalantly picked out his frozen and necrotic eyeballs.

Wayne and Tommy, who were huddled aside and about to fire another shot, were so frightened that they sat down on the ground with their mouths open, not daring to make a sound.

Fair walked over to the attacker who was lying unconscious on the ground, raised his foot and kicked him in the head. With a snap, it was like kicking a frozen watermelon, and he crushed the opponent's head directly.

Blood gushed out of the headless corpse's neck, mixing with the grayish-white brain matter on the ground into a mess.

"If I told you to be buried with me, then you should be buried with me. You insist on struggling with me here, forcing me to ask Brother Quinn for another eye!"

He muttered a few words under his breath, turned his head to look at the frozen carriage, raised his hand and blasted it apart with a fireball, revealing the completely frozen and lifeless puppet body inside.

"God, it's all my fault. Now the whole forum will know that we lost a valuable member because of my poor protection... This guy is so talented, it's simply..."

Harvey moved behind Mr. Son of Flame and said cautiously, "Uh... Mr. Son of Flame, I'm sorry, actually... I am Kel'Thuzad."

Fel suddenly felt a lump in his throat and started coughing violently. He turned around and said in a daze, "You're Kel'Thuzad? But...but the person I met in the Hall of Truth was clearly this icy lump! What's going on?"

Harvey smiled and said, "Thanks to you and Mr. Shield's hints and reminders, I used the Transfiguration Eyes provided by Mr. Shadow Knight to swap my assistant's appearance and stature..." Hearing this, Fair laughed heartily and patted Harvey's shoulder. He praised him, "Damn, you guys are really cunning when it comes to studying spellcasters! Your brain is really sharp."

After that, he added apologetically, "Alas, if I had known you were so weak that you couldn't even cast the flying spell, I would have escorted you directly to Orland. Now, the carriage is gone, and I have to fly with you on my back. It's such a long journey, there's no way we can make it all the way to Orland."

Of course, Harvey didn't dare to explain that he couldn't fly at all. In the spell ring of intermediate spellcasters, there was no flying spell that required abundant magic power to cast.

He could only cough twice awkwardly and politely decline the Son of Fire's offer to be his flying mount.

"Didn't you and Mr. Fadun return to the Hall of Truth? Why are you rushing to see me?"

Feier scratched his head and said frankly, "Although my relationship with the teacher has broken down, he occasionally tells me something, and I still need to obey. This is basic etiquette as a student..."

Harvey was stunned and asked, "Teacher? Who is your teacher? Is he also a member of the forum?"

Fell turned sideways, casually discarding the frozen eyeball in his hand, and said calmly, "Who else could it be? Of course, it must be that venerable and legendary leader, His Excellency the Scorching Lord..."

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In the end, Harvey relied on Wayne's back and chatted with the Son of Fire all the way to the nearest post town to Alayeh. He hired a carriage with his own money and arrived in Orland.

Standing at the gate of the Orland Spellcasters' Union branch, the Son of Flame said that he would send Harvey here. After that, he only needed to use the continental teleportation array within the union to reach the wizard kingdom of Daus, which would basically guarantee Harvey's personal safety.

"Dahus is my hometown. The Union branch there has many officials and spellcasters who are all descendants of the same mage family as me. If you bring my seal and emblem, they will naturally keep your itinerary a secret..."

Harvey felt a warm feeling in his heart, and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Son of Flame, I'm very grateful for your help, including my previous assistance... However, the forum adheres to the principle of equal exchange. I'd like to know what price you need me to pay you back for this?"

Feier chuckled and winked, saying, "Oh! I knew you were a smart guy. I've been waiting for you to say this for a long time."

He looked around, rubbing his hands together with a hint of excitement, and whispered in Harvey's ear, "That creative spell of yours... the one with the powerful, crackling power... the one that fried Rugal to a crispier, more fragrant fry than a roasted suckling pig. Can you teach it to me?"

"Is that a seven-ring spell? Or an eight-ring spell? It's not the basic elements that are being activated, but the lightning force derived from the wind element. What a genius idea!"

He paused, then added somewhat embarrassedly, "Of course, my helping you once isn't enough to exchange for this spell. I will compensate you with something else. Don't worry, just go back and think about it carefully before making your request."

Harvey nodded in understanding. After a moment's thought, he explained gently, "It's perfectly fine to exchange it with you. However... since its creation, this spell hasn't been assessed for ring level, and I'm not sure exactly what level it belongs to. If you don't mind, I'll consider the additional payment after I publish my paper and it passes review..."

Feier straightened up suddenly and said in disbelief, "Ah? It hasn't been appraised yet? No... Could it be a technique you created yourself?"

(End of this chapter)