Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 369 Accidental Failure
In the early morning, the sleeping Fengyuan City slowly woke up to the echoing of church bells.

Wayne was lying on the abandoned city wall tower, observing the eagle room through the alchemical sight every once in a while, constantly adjusting his aiming posture to maintain his shooting feel.

Soon he saw that the falconers had opened the iron windows of the eagle's room tower one after another, and several huge birds of prey flapped their wings and flew into the sky, circling around the eagle's room.

"It's almost time, let's do it!"

The astrologer lady, who had been leaning quietly in the corner of the tower, took out a crystal ball from her bosom, opened and closed her mouth slightly, chanted a spell silently, and then snapped her fingers with a "snap".

About five minutes later, Wayne immediately noticed that the window of the eagle room was slammed shut. Through the window sill, he could vaguely see someone inside running up and down busily. Soon the door on the ground floor was opened, and someone hurriedly mounted a horse and rushed to the Duke's Mansion.

The plan was implemented very smoothly. In less than an hour, Duke Ralph's private luxury carriage arrived at the Eagle House at a gallop.

The tall, middle-aged man in fine clothes who hurried out of the carriage was undoubtedly Duke Ralph himself.

It seemed that the Duke really loved Eagle as his life. Wayne could even clearly see through the alchemical sight that his half-exposed profile was sullen and gloomy, like a volcano about to erupt.

The officials guarding the door of the falconry all knelt on one knee. The Duke, still furious, grabbed a pale falconer, turned the hilt of the sword at his waist and hit the falconer's head hard, then pulled the hawk whistle from his neck and blew it.

The frost-wing eagles that were originally circling near the eagle house immediately heard the call of their owner and responded with sharp and piercing cries. The two largest frost-wing eagles folded their wings in parallel and swooped down towards the Duke on the ground... They were the two frost-wing eagles that the Duke had trained himself.

Wayne immediately said in a deep voice: "Ms. Astrologer! Please cast the spell immediately!"

Before he could finish his words, he saw through the sight that the two Frostwing Eagles that were originally flying quickly towards the Duke suddenly trembled violently and unnaturally during the dive, and then one of them twisted uncontrollably and crashed into the outer wall of the eagle room tower, its brain bursting and leaving a deep red blood mark on the outer wall bricks.

The other one also screamed miserably, dived and struggled, and plunged headfirst into the hard ground. Less than ten meters away from Duke Ralph, it fell into a pool of mud with broken bones and tendons.

This obviously frightened Duke Ralph. He quickly put away his hawk whistle and rushed into the hawk room, then soon appeared on the platform at the top of the tower. He obviously did not dare to use commands to summon the Frost-winged Hawk that was still circling in the sky. Now he planned to let the falconer carry fresh meat to the top floor and slowly lure the released hawk back.

At this moment, the only people left on the top floor of the eagle house tower were Duke Ralph himself and three falconers who were responsible for transporting food for the Frostwing Eagles. The guards who originally surrounded the Duke were all left outside the eagle house.

Golden opportunity!

The bullet that has been imbued and charged by Mr. Eye of Illusion has been pressed into the magazine, and Ms. Astrologer is compressing magic power for the second bullet.

"Backlight, wind direction...westward, weak... target distance, approximately 900 meters."

Wayne muttered to himself, his finger firmly on the metal trigger of the Barrett.

Two intersecting lines were etched on the mirror of the alchemical sight. Wayne knew exactly where the lines intersected, indicating the impact point of the bullet. In calm or weak winds, at a distance of less than a kilometer, he had a 90% chance of hitting the head of a motionless target. But Duke Ralph was no static humanoid target. He paced back and forth on the top platform of the eagle tower, sometimes shouting loudly to the sky, sometimes gesticulating and directing the falconer to pick up bloody fresh meat and shake it continuously to attract the circling frost-winged eagles closer.

Wayne was not impatient. His body lying on the ground seemed frozen and motionless. His hands were placed steadily on the gun, his fingers loosely holding the trigger, quietly waiting for the best opportunity.

Finally, Duke Ralph stopped for a short moment, and seemed to be angry because the food temptation was not effective. He put his hands on his hips and started scolding his falconer.

"What a great opportunity! I finally got it!"

Wayne pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the runes engraved all over the heavy gun body lit up instantly. After a low humming sound, a slight magical fluctuation dissipated.

Wayne's eyes did not leave the sight. He did not see the exact location of the bullet, nor did he see the expected blood splatter from the broken head. The target just trembled all over, as if shocked by something and fell directly next to the metal frame where the Frostwing Eagle was parked.

Several falconers nearby were also stunned, and they rushed over to try to help the fallen Duke up.

The Eye of Illusion anxiously leaned closer and asked, "Did you hit it? Did you hit it?"

"How could this happen?" Wayne was puzzled, but not at all panicked. He raised his hand without looking back, took the second magic bullet handed to him by the astrologer, and quickly pushed it into the magazine.

hum~
Another magic bullet was fired instantly. This time the shooting angle was not as perfect as before. Wayne could only hope that the moment Duke Ralph, who was surrounded by three falconers, struggled to get up, the gap would be revealed so that he could hit him.

Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned…

A thick blood mist suddenly rose from the top platform of the eagle room. In the chaos, an unlucky falconer was hit by the bullet shot by Wayne, and his head and upper body exploded. Blood mixed with fine brain matter and flesh residue sprayed all over Duke Ralph's head and face. The energy impact brought by the compressed magic bullet once again knocked the Duke down. If it were not for the circle of iron railings on the platform, the Duke would probably have been shocked and fell directly from the tower on the spot.

"Something's wrong!" Wayne knew that he had completely failed this time. He resigned himself to his fate, let go of the gun, half-crouched, and stood up. The Eye of Illusion immediately snatched the alchemical sight and looked towards the eagle room.

"The Duke has a high-level defensive magic weapon!" The Eye of Illusion decisively concluded, but then shook its head in doubt. "But Duke Ralph himself is not a spellcaster. How did he activate the defensive properties of the magic weapon?"

The astrologer, who had been holding the crystal ball with his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them and quickly warned, "Oh no! They've discovered the Duke is under attack. There's a high-level spellcaster hiding among the guards downstairs, using high-level detection techniques to lock onto the surrounding magical fluctuations!"

Wayne dismantled the Barrett with a bit of reluctance, gritted his teeth and said, "Can we find a way to continue hiding in the city? Maybe we can find a suitable opportunity to escape..."

The Eye of Illusion shook his head and refused without hesitation. He and the Astrologer pulled Wayne's arms on the left and right without saying a word, sandwiched him in the middle, and used flying magic to rush out of the city.

"Not only is there a high-level spellcaster hidden among Duke Ralph's guards, there should also be more than one high-level bloodline warrior!"

(End of this chapter)