Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 77 Ultra-Long-Distance Attack
Harvey looked at the outpost battle report sent in real time via the teleportation array, his brows furrowed and he said nothing.

"Sir, why don't you send me to the front line to reinforce Pierce and the others?" The hybrid elf Egno suggested tentatively.

In the past, he had hidden his identity and traveled to Alaye and several wizard kingdoms. Sometimes he would also take the risk of serving as a magic consultant for noble lords or spellcaster organizations, and had some experience in small-scale combat.

Reiner was also eager to try, "Sir, I can also go to the front line to reinforce. Just give me a few beetle ores, and I will find a way to stare those behemoths to death..."

Harvey smiled bitterly and shook his head. Asdalen's alchemical prosthesis was an auxiliary type, and its power was too low to use the energy beam of beetle ore to attack. Reiner could barely activate it, but it was still inevitable that it would overheat and shut down.

There are less than two hundred regular soldiers left in the territory, and they are already stretched to the limit in terms of internal and external patrols and public security. Although more than three hundred reserve militiamen have been urgently recruited recently, it will take some time for them to complete basic training.

Moreover, the production of his own magic guns and magic bullets could not meet the supply of a combat force of one thousand people in a short period of time.

It is unrealistic to send only Reiner or Egno to reinforce the front line. The evil orcs will not have only one spellcaster, and they cannot always let the people in charge of important work matters in the territory go to the front line to participate in the battle.

"Reiner, write back to Pierce immediately and ask for details about the evil orc spellcaster who appeared on the battlefield. If they don't know, they must find a way to obtain information about him immediately."

Harvey paused and continued, "We must confirm that the opponent is indeed an undead spellcaster, and those behemoths that appeared on the battlefield are indeed its undead puppets..."

Reiner nodded in agreement and immediately went to write back to Pierce.

The reason why Harvey did this was because he already had a preliminary support combat plan in his mind. Although it was a bit whimsical, if it could be successfully implemented, it would become a powerful killer weapon for him in the future.

His plan was to lock the opponent's positioning magic pattern in the magic net, and then Harvey himself would enter the magic net and use energy beams to directly shatter the opponent's magic pattern, achieving an ultra-long-distance kill across space dimensions.

The most difficult part of this plan is how to lock the opponent's position through the magic network.

But if the other party is confirmed to be an alien undead spellcaster, then Harvey thinks it will be easy to solve.

There is a close mental connection between the undead spellcaster and his undead creation. No one knows this better than Harvey. After all, using mental power to control zombies or sew corpse puppets is the specialty of the necromancer.

Then, as long as you can find a way to use the opponent's undead creations and follow their spiritual connections to reversely lock onto the caster's target, it will not be difficult.

Harvey only needs to make simple modifications to the Magic Network Forum's communication device, the Magic Brain, and retain the positioning array and information communication inscriptions.

……

Pierce came to the watchtower of the fortress again and observed the giant corpse puppets below. He looked at them with great disgust as they slowly wandered back and forth in front of the fortress, grabbed the dead bodies of evil orcs on the ground with their huge hands, stuffed them into their mouths, and chewed and swallowed them.

Last night, he had several veterans sneak out of the fortress under the cover of darkness and retrieve the bodies of several comrades who had died not far away. Although some of them were incomplete, it was better than being chewed up and swallowed as food by this disgusting giant monster.

As per Lord Harvey's instructions, Asdalen has confirmed that there are indeed one or more evil orc priests in the evil orc tribe on the other side, and they are undead spellcasters.

The dozen or so giant beast corpses that surrounded them outside the outpost fortress could not have suddenly appeared overnight. They must have been transformed and manufactured in advance and sent here to participate in the battle in an attempt to reverse the situation on the battlefield.

The siege of the outpost fortress actually did not make Pierce anxious at all. Asdalen had already built a transportation array inside the fortress. As long as the production supply of the territory could meet the demand, a steady stream of logistical supplies would be safely delivered to the fortress.

But the evil orc tribes on the other side of the river are gathering more and more. If the outpost is always besieged, what Pierce is really worried about is that the evil orcs will cross the outpost and approach the territory with empty troops.

"Find a way to use the corpses as bait and get those giant beast puppets to swallow this thing." Asdaren handed over a metal sphere engraved with countless tiny inscriptions. Pierce took it subconsciously and discovered that the fist-sized sphere could be twisted and disassembled. Inside was a miniature, sophisticated magic circle pattern, and a single magic stone was embedded to provide power.

"Isn't this... isn't this Lord Harvey's magic network teleportation array?" Pierce had been studying with Asdalen for a long time and was not completely ignorant of magic knowledge.

Asdaren smiled slightly and explained, "Our master has come up with another brilliant idea. He wants to perform a silent, long-distance sniper kill. We just have to wait and see how it works."

Pierce had no doubts at all and turned to give orders to the soldiers.

"Go to the logistics department and grab two fat pigs..."

……

In the evil orc camp on the other side of the valley, in a huge tent with a crimson flag hanging.

The evil orc leader, wearing a golden crown, held a wine glass made of human skulls and gulped the wine in the glass while sitting on a fur chair.

"Priest, when can we smash that damn stone turtle shell built by humans?" The evil orcs' language is very similar to the demon language, with short sentences and abrupt tones.

The old priest, wearing a strange tall crown with four black bird feathers, squinted his eyes and was silent for a moment before slowly answering, "Why should we crush them, surround them, and starve them to death?"

He raised his head and looked at the leader, his eyes flickering with worry, "I don't know why humans have so many magical weapons, and too many of our people have been killed or injured."

The leader slammed his wine glass on the armrest of the chair and said angrily, "That's why I want revenge. Let your corpse monster attack. Don't delay any longer."

The old priest stared at the leader and held his gaze for a moment, until the other party could no longer bear the pressure and turned his head slightly.

Priests were sent by the royal court to assist various tribes, big and small. Although the chief had absolute power in the tribe, he had no way to force them.

"Don't forget, our goal isn't revenge, but the human kingdom and land in the south..."

The priest said this calmly, then stood up and walked out of the tent with staggering steps.

As he reached the door, his whole body suddenly shook, and then he began to tremble violently, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Immediately, the guards on both sides rushed over and turned the old priest over to lie flat.

The evil orc leader was startled and rushed forward, muttering, "Old man, are you going to die?"

The old priest's eyes were bulging bloodshot, and hideous blue-red blood vessels were protruding from the skin of his entire head. He kept making hoarse sounds from his mouth, as if his neck was being strangled by an invisible hand.

"Go find the witch doctor!" The leader kicked the guard beside him and leaned over to the trembling old priest.

"I have sent someone to invite the witch..."

Before he could finish his words, the old priest's swollen head suddenly exploded with a bang, and blood mixed with scarlet brain matter sprayed all over his head and face.

(End of this chapter)