Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 332 Return Plan
The Lambert family and members of the Necromancer Cult could not resist the temptation of Harvey's theory of "immortality" of the soul. In addition, Patriarch Lambert, the only one of the organization's two high-level spellcasters, was in urgent need of soul transfer to regain his new life.

Finally, in the internal resolution initiated by family elder Sirius and esoteric councilor Prall, it was decided unanimously to follow Harvey to the mage territory he developed in the northern wilderness.

However, it is obviously very dangerous and unrealistic for this group of necromancers to land in Faros, the Kingdom of a Thousand Sails, and then reach Saint Valen via the secular kingdoms with powerful church power in the central part of the continent.

Harvey discussed with the two leaders of the organization and decided to follow the route they came from, land at Erisburg, and then use the continental teleportation array of the local Federation branch to transfer in the Principality of Barclay, and finally arrive at the wizard kingdom of Daus, which is at war with Saint Valen.

However, the continental teleportation array set up by the Federation branch was limited in scale and could not allow more than a hundred spellcasters to reach their destination in a short period of time. In addition, they were already on the run, and most of them were carrying precious experimental equipment and a large amount of expensive materials.

The magic net instant teleportation technology developed by Harvey was not enough to quickly build a temporary teleportation device on these barren offshore islands and reefs. Using only the transmission energy from the hand-painted magic circle, it would take an indefinite amount of time to transfer all their belongings to the northern wilderness thousands of miles away.

Therefore, after being teleported from Daeus to Grizzli Castle, they would need to be arranged to take an alchemical vehicle for a short journey of two days and two nights. Fortunately, the entire Grizzli Territory was currently basically under his armed control, so there was no need to worry about safety issues along the way.

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"Sir Harvey, is it true that we can't bring any zombies or corpse puppets with us?"

"Yes... those are experimental materials we've accumulated for a long time. They can even be used as labor for moving goods. It's a shame to just abandon them on the island like that."

"My stitched corpse has been with me for quite a while. I've carefully maintained it with preservatives every day. It's really hard to let go..."

Ever since the discriminatory law targeting undead spellcasters was enacted, it has become increasingly difficult to obtain corpses through conventional channels. Most necromancers, having failed to find sources of corpses and not having the courage to risk violating the ban, have become increasingly cherishing the zombie materials they have stored. This time, almost everyone who migrated to the island brought four or five zombie puppets for refining.

So after the journey plan was finalized, necromancers kept carefully finding Harvey, begging him to take his zombies with him on the journey, so as to avoid difficulty in finding suitable corpses after arriving in your territory.

"Everyone, don't worry. My territory is in the wasteland... Don't you know what the wasteland has the most?" Harvey shook his head helplessly and spoke soothingly, "Evil Orcs! Thousands of evil orc tribes entrench themselves in the northern wasteland. Every winter, they march south to plunder. We block them in the plains north of the Divine Spine Mountains, strangling them until their corpses pile up like small mountains. It will take several days to burn them all!"

These necromancers couldn't understand why the fel orcs were blocked at the Godspine Mountains, nor did they understand how they were easily strangled and defeated... All they could think of was Harvey's last words - "The corpses are piled up like a small mountain."

A large number of fresh alien corpses that are neither free nor prohibited!

What else was there to say? He naturally threw aside the zombies in his hands that were still missing limbs despite repeated maintenance.

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When Ash Lambert woke up, he felt as if he was on a bumpy and rocking sea, his mind was blank and he felt a little dizzy.

"Ash, are you awake?" Harvey came closer and skillfully opened his eyelids to see the bloodshot eyes - the zombie tranquilizer prepared by the necromancer could easily cause some brain and mental damage if the dosage was not properly controlled when used on a living person.

Ash shook his head, brushed Harvey's hand away from his face, and asked in confusion: "I'm not... not being..." "The ritual failed. There's no need to let you risk your life again. I persuaded your compatriots to give up the plan of using the blood sacrifice ritual to try to awaken Uncle Lambert..." Harvey said lightly.

Ash was stunned for a moment, opened and closed his lips twice as if he wanted to say something, and finally lowered his head in dejection and sadness.

"My father...has he already..."

Harvey nodded and pointed to the silver metal canister that sat on the table in the cabin.

Ash was shocked and asked, "How long have I been unconscious? My father's funeral has already been held? These are his bones..."

"It seems like the drugs have knocked you out..." Ha smiled and explained, "I used the secret technique of the soul to preserve the complete imprint of your uncle's soul. After you return to the North with me, I will find a way to find a suitable body for Uncle Lambert so that he can be reborn."

Ash almost jumped up from the bed, almost hitting his head on the low cabin ceiling.

"What? You have a way to resurrect my father? God of Death, is there really such a legendary magic to resurrect the dead? One that can completely preserve the soul's consciousness and memories before death? Will my father turn into a bloodthirsty monster because of this?"

Harvey rolled his eyes. "How can you not trust me? In the four or five years we've been classmates, when have I ever lied to you? My credibility is among the best in the entire Undead Academy."

Ash curled his lips and muttered quietly, "When have you ever lied to me? Haven't you lied to me often enough... Using mushrooms grown on the corpses of experimental animals to make soup and tricking me into drinking it as a regular soup from a restaurant..."

Before Ash could finish his words, Harvey quickly punched him in the mouth, forcing him to stop showing off his super memory.

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"So, Uncle Sirius and Councillor Prall have agreed to visit your territory?"

Harvey nodded. "That's right. I'll take you and... Uncle Lambert's soul mark back first. This will also allow us to arrange for the Federation branches along the way to prepare teleportation arrays and support the main force. After all, there are too many people, and it's impossible to completely conceal our presence over such a long distance."

He arranged for White and Black, who had already been to the northern wilderness, to lead a large group of people to follow him and head north along the planned route.

Ash was extremely excited and kept asking, "Your territory... Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I never thought that in just seven or eight years after graduation, you'd built such a lucrative family business for yourself..."

"I heard from White and Black that you have close ties to the Spellcaster Union. When you came here earlier, you were given green lights by various Union branches along the way, and quickly arrived in Farrows via the continental teleportation array, right?" He winked, leaning closer and whispering, "Havi, tell me the truth... Are you the illegitimate son of a high-ranking Union leader?"

Harvey couldn't stand it anymore and punched him in the mouth again.

(End of this chapter)