Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 223 Agent

what? ! ! !

A high-level magical weapon that ordinary people can use? ! ! !

Can mortals also confront the demon soldiers head-on?
It doesn't even require a Knight of the Judgment Army or an extraordinary spellcaster to awaken their bloodline talent? ! ! !

Magical weapons that can be mass-produced like ordinary swords, bows and arrows? ! ! !
Everyone in the venue was shocked and confused by the words of the black-robed chief, and it seemed that they could not believe what they had just heard.

The Head of the Ministry of Magic stood up suddenly, his body swaying for a moment. He barely managed to hold onto the back of his chair before asking in a trembling voice, "Your Excellency... this... this magical weapon... will it cause the same attack damage to the caster?"

After a moment's silence, Sarath's deep voice echoed through the hall. "No, the magic arrows released from this weapon will only cause targeted damage to demons. We've repeatedly verified this on experimental receptors of other races and creatures, and it won't cause any harm... including humans, of course."

Sighs were immediately heard in the conference hall, and almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The head of the affairs department seemed to be completely exhausted. He sat back in his chair, with cold sweat on his pale face.

Gould, the combat director, showed an expression of ecstasy and interrupted in disbelief, "Your Excellency, if you say so... this anti-magic weapon can be mass-produced. As long as our partners continue to provide sufficient ammunition... it can be equipped to tens of thousands of spellcasters... and civilian soldiers, providing an overwhelming advantage in the battle against the demons?"

Putting aside the armed forces of the Church of Light and the Seven Wizarding Kingdoms, the Federation's permanent spellcaster combat force in Blackrock City in the Evil Moon Mountains totals more than 2,000 people, and most of them are experienced mid-level combat mages, including more than 100 high-level spellcasters.

If we add the large number of ordinary wizard followers and auxiliary soldiers, as well as the rotating spellcasters sent from the southern countries every year, the number of people is almost as many as 5,000.

If all these people could be equipped with anti-magic weapons, the Federation might be able to completely break away from the constraints of the wizard coalition and no longer need to struggle to maintain the shaky surface alliance with the church. It would be able to rely on its own strength to resist the continuous invasion of the demon army!

The high-level spellcasters from the combat unit who attended the joint meeting were now overwhelmed with joy. They gathered together and whispered to each other, and began to imagine many aspects of how to carry out the counterattack plan.

The older director of the Academic Review Department remained calm, his gaze fixed on the three leaders at the round table. He hesitated and asked, "So... what is the price we need to pay for this?"

Although the three chiefs were very secretive about the identity of their partners, everyone present was no fool. Those who could easily hand over such a powerful and timeless magic weapon to the Federation and propose cooperation could definitely not be the continental forces they were familiar with. Whether it was the cave dwarves who were dependent on the human race, the elves, or the sea people who had always kept their distance from each other, none of them had such strength.

The other party's identity must be one of those secretive ancient races or alien races from the subspace, who had reached an invitation for cooperation with the three legendary chiefs through some special means... Some people in the venue even began to vaguely associate the identity of the partner with the demon race from the other space.

What is the other party's goal? What is the price they want to pay?
When it comes to the survival interests of a group, there is no help or kindness without reason.

"Knowledge, resources, money, the identity of an ally... As long as it conforms to the principle of value exchange, they will accept it all." Chief Dawson answered concisely.

Chief Sarath explained gently, "Based on the principle of equal exchange, we don't need to worry about our partners' sincerity. Their demands are completely reasonable, and we can afford this level of price..."

After saying this, he raised his hand and asked the magic assistant in the venue to distribute the documents that had been copied and printed long ago to the hands of the participants, indicating that they should read them carefully.

"This isn't a simple two-way collaboration. Many parties are involved. Dawson, Gallagher, and I agree on this matter. The more parties we can tie to our ship, the greater the benefits we'll gain..."

Everyone picked up the documents distributed to them and began to read them word by word. Only then did they realize the complexity of this cooperation and the large number of races and forces involved.

The Cave Dwarves and High Elves will bear the brunt of this responsibility, providing magical materials for the mass production of anti-magic weapons, and the procurement costs will be fully borne by the Federation, so their earnings in this regard will not be squeezed by profits as in the past.

The manufacture of anti-magic weapons is entirely handed over to the official workshop of the Alchemy Exploration Society. They only need to provide experienced alchemists and apprentices to ensure the manufacture, assembly, and enchantment of weapons.

The production of the most important weapons and ammunition was completely unexpected by everyone and was handed over to a magical genius who had only recently become known to everyone - Kel'Thuzad, and his secret alchemy laboratory.

"What does this mean? The magical ammunition that we can't replicate, yet in the hands of an independent spellcaster who hasn't even revealed his true identity, he's able to create it? Did our partner hand over the secret formula to him? On what basis?"

The head of the research department stood up in fury and demanded, "Who is this Kel'Thuzad? What's the background of the organization behind him? Could he be more powerful than the Spellcasters' Union? Why should we entrust the production of the most important ammunition to him?" "Spell Shield" Fran McCaughlin sat next to him. He wiped the spit from the other party's hand with a hint of disgust and couldn't help but ask, "What if this is a condition of the partner? Are we going to refuse it? Or is your research department's technology more advanced than the Exploration Society's, and can directly imitate their weapons and ammunition?"

The head of the research department was choked and speechless. After returning to his seat, he glared at Fran angrily, wishing he could give him an arcane shock on the spot to vent his anger.

But what he said did make some sense. In this multi-party cooperation, it seemed that the High Elves and Dwarves gained the benefits of exporting raw materials, the Alchemical Exploration Society mastered the technology of weapon imitation and manufacturing, and the forces behind the unidentified independent spellcaster obtained the manufacturing formula for the most valuable magic ammunition.

What about the Federation? Not only did it have to independently bear the material costs for all weapon manufacturing, but it also had to pay the Exploration Society's contract production fees. Even the most important magical weapons and ammunition were firmly in the hands of others.

In order to get rid of the burden of those old-fashioned and conservative wizard families in the Seven Kingdoms, no longer be bound by the superficial alliance of the Church of Light, and independently lead the southern countries to fight against the invasion of demons... Is it worth paying such a price?
"It's worth it! It's certainly worth paying such a price!" The voices of Chief Dawson and Gallagher echoed in the parliament hall at the same time, suppressing the noisy whispers and discussions.

"As long as we can completely expel the demons from the Evil Moon Mountains and push the front line of the war between the two races to the wasteland north of the Divine Spine Mountains, everyone... think of the rich magic stone veins and resources hidden in the Evil Moon Mountains, as well as the rare magical plants and magical beast populations everywhere... Don't you understand their value?"

"And everyone, please don't forget that Mr. Kel'Thuzad, the only agent chosen by the partners, is also a human. He will never betray his own race or harm the interests of the human race in the southern border..."

"Next, let's follow the Federation's century-long tradition and vote by raising our hands!"

The three chiefs stood up first, raised their left hands with solemn expressions and looked around.

"Frankenstein" Fran McCaughlin immediately stood up, raised his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I agree!"

Several spellcasters from the Affairs Department stood up, raised their hands, and said in unison, "Agree!"

The combat department, headed by Director Gould, all stood up and raised their hands, "Agree!"

The first chairman of the Academic Review Committee was the oldest spellcaster present and one of the leaders of the conservative faction within the Federation. At this moment, he couldn't help but close his eyes and sighed, "Aren't we making a deal with the devil?"

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More than half of the people in the conference hall stood up and raised their hands in agreement. Talling Enzo, who had been quietly floating in the dome of the hall, showed a strange and distorted expression on his huge, pupilless face. Then he opened his deep mouth and spit out a scroll of ancient parchment, which slowly floated and landed on the round table.

"The oath-keeping curse..."

Many of the older spellcasters recognized the origin of the parchment scroll and sighed in admiration.

This scroll was created in five copies by the first chief of legendary rank when the Federation was first established over a hundred years ago. The one in front of us is the last one.

The previous four copies were used to sign peace treaties with the Cave Dwarves, High Elves and Sea People respectively. The last time it was used was the offensive and defensive alliance signed with the Church of Light fifty years ago to compromise the conflict between the two parties and jointly resist the massive invasion of the demons.

Unexpectedly, the last "Oath-keeping Curse" would now be used to sign a cooperation agreement where even the identity of the other party needs to be kept confidential. However, the meaning is self-evident - this also shows that the partners are not of the same kind, but an unknown mysterious alien race.

The effect of this ancient scroll is actually very simple. Simply write the content of the cooperation on it, and then let the allies drip blood on it, and the oath effect will be automatically established.

It is said that the production method of this oath-keeping scroll originated from the ancient curse used by the dragon clan to enslave the various clans on the continent during the dragon era thousands of years ago. Once the oath is violated, the person will be cursed and retaliated by an irreversible curse. Starting from the signer, the higher the extraordinary rank of the clan, the stronger the backlash will be. In serious cases, it may even affect blood relatives and descendants.

After the three leaders of the Federation sign it, this parchment scroll will be delivered directly to the dungeon city of Breath of the Southern Hills and the Golden Forest of Lorien in the East.

Finally, the scroll would be directly delivered to the forum's "agent" Kel'Thuzad via the leyline, and he would complete the final confirmation and signature...

This is also the mediating role that an "agent" with an identity independent of all forces needs to play.

(End of this chapter)