Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 338 Collecting corpses
Seeing Duff leading a team of bloodline warriors jumping off the fortress wall, Michelle couldn't help but feel excited and wanted to join the battle.

Then he immediately remembered that he didn't even have the most ordinary zombie, and the offensive undead magic he learned was only two or three corrosive poison spells, which were area attacks that did not distinguish between friend and foe, and it was easy to accidentally injure friendly forces.

"A necromancer without zombies and corpse puppets is simply not suitable for participating in group combat..."

Michelle was still deeply shocked after watching these well-trained soldiers wielding powerful attack weapons and launching crushing attacks on the evil orcs who crossed the river.

Another colleague who had been specially approved to come to the valley outpost also climbed onto the wall at this moment. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that ordinary people could manipulate magical weapons and cause such terrible damage to alien enemies..."

"What is the principle behind this weapon, Your Excellency? I can only sense the faint fluctuations of magical energy in the air, but I have no idea how the so-called arrow was launched, or how it instantly hit the enemy, piercing through their body."

Michelle pointed at the body of the evil orc closest to them, lying face-up. "Look at his head. Even though he's wearing a metal helmet, it's still pierced from head to toe. I'm afraid even the Alchemy Exploration Society's arcane crossbows can't achieve such powerful penetration."

Moreover, the magical bows and arrows in the hands of these soldiers seemed to have no need to stop and reload, and the process of drawing the bow and arrow was completely abandoned, and the hit rate was simply terrifyingly high.

"Captain Duff said they had only been training for less than two years. That's incredible."

Although they were not born into aristocratic families, spellcasters like Michelle knew very well that a well-trained archer would need at least five to eight years of careful training by a professional archery coach to reach the standard of obeying orders and drawing the bow to fire a volley on the battlefield. However, not everyone could achieve the skill of a sharpshooter who could hit the target every time. Usually, a person who could hit four or five out of ten shots was considered an expert.

But now, the bodies of these killed evil orcs have almost all suffered injuries concentrated in the head and chest, which are fatal parts. This shows how terrifying the combat power of this private army belonging to the lord is.

"It seems that... they really don't need our assistance at all. No! It can be said that these ordinary soldiers don't need spellcasters to lead them in battle at all." Michelle murmured in a low voice with some disappointment.

Whether in terms of the disciplined military style and the tenacious will of the soldiers, or the powerful strength given to them by the weapons in their hands, these mortals are in a sense no different from a group of wizards casting spells in groups.

This kind of magic gun that can be controlled by ordinary people, if a mortal were to turn it around and use it against a high-ranking spellcaster... Michelle narrowed her eyes and was a little hesitant to continue imagining it.

The colleagues who followed also leaned over the wall to watch for a while, and said in surprise: "That Commander Dafu has already dealt with the giant corpse monster that rushed to the front line!"

Michelle came to his senses and looked down - the huge stitched corpse puppet that was as big as a hill was now having its limbs tightly bound by several thick chains with a large number of frost crystals attached to them. A long knife with burning flames all over its body was deeply inserted into the side of its head and neck, which was completely disproportionate to the size of its body, nailing its head to the ground.

"These bloodline warriors are all high-level!"

"Indeed, they are extremely good at teamwork, and their cooperation is practically seamless."

The first wave of tentative attacks by the evil orcs ended quickly. Pieces of evil orc corpses lay on the riverbank. Of the more than a thousand evil orc warriors who crossed the river, only a few dozen fled back to the other side in panic, rushed into the dense forest and disappeared.

The blood flowing everywhere on the battlefield caused a white mist to rise from the frozen river and land. The soldiers in the trenches on the river beach emerged and began to carry out post-war work on the battlefield, searching for the evil orc captives who had not died on the spot.

It's our turn! Michelle and his colleagues exchanged excited glances before rushing out of the fortress.

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"Sir Duff! Sir Duff!"

The Orc officer, leaning on his sword, was squatting on a giant corpse puppet that had been nailed to the ground. Hearing the shouts of the spellcaster running towards him from afar, he couldn't help but curl his lips and smirk at his soldiers, "Look how anxious they are, as if they're afraid we'll eat these dead things."

The soldier beside him frowned and said, "Boss, are we really going to let them transport these corpses back to our territory? They'll rot and stink, and we'll kill everyone."

"The spellcasters of their faction just like to study these things. The Lord has spoken, so let them do what they want."

Michelle and the other person ran over quickly, approached Dave with happy faces, and looked down at this giant corpse puppet whose size and appearance were far beyond ordinary ones.

Dave said with a grin, "Mr. Mages, although I promised to capture a live one for you, who knew this thing was originally dead? After the evil orc priests hiding on the other side evacuated, it looked like it was about to fall apart."

Michelle exclaimed ecstatically, "It's okay! It's okay! I know it's dead... As long as we bring it back to our territory, we have plenty of ways to bring it back to life!"

He raised his head as if waking from a dream, surveyed the battlefield, and said earnestly to Dafu, "Captain Dafu, please don't execute those remaining fel orc captives... Let's send them to our territory together!"

A colleague interrupted and added, "Uh... we need some of the dead as well. As long as the bodies are intact, please try to bring back as many as you can."

Dave clicked his tongue, stuffed the long-extinguished cigarette into his huge nostrils to block out the stench from the corpses, and stretched out two thick fingers to gesture at Michelle and the others.

"Two War Beast vehicles are all I can give you. No soldier would want to ride in a vehicle carrying dead bodies."

That would be enough to bring back nearly a hundred dead bodies and captives... Michelle and his companions were secretly delighted. Taking advantage of the severe winter in the northern wilderness, they could build a corpse cave outside the lord's territory to store corpses and properly store these hard-earned zombie materials.

Moreover, this giant corpse puppet can be regarded as a trophy enjoyed exclusively by the two of them, and will become an important receptor for their subsequent experimental research. This hard-won opportunity to come to the valley outpost has brought them rich rewards!

Michelle took out a pair of thin silk gloves from the wizard's pocket and put them on. He couldn't let go of the huge corpse in front of him and couldn't help but imagine... the scientific research institute that the lord promised to belong exclusively to their necromancer.

"The Northern Wasteland... Lord Harvey's pioneering territory... is simply a paradise for necromancers to permanently reside and explore the truth of magic!"

(End of this chapter)