Chapter 28: Mortal magic

At the same time, on the other side of the world, inside a huge tower high up like a cloud, Frenzberg was curiously looking at a small wooden box in front of him.

The room he was in was at least ten meters high, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows showed the bright sunshine outside. The seemingly simple decoration still reveals a sense of luxury in all details, and the flat marble floor can even reflect the fuzzy appearance of people.

Frenzberg had been looking at the little thing in front of him for a long time, but it seemed that his interest hadn't waned at all. He picked up the little box and rubbed the very interesting symbol on it with his hand.

This was the first time he was interested in a symbol that had no magical surge. Obviously, this box had nothing to do with any magic. But Frenzberg still finds it interesting, so interesting that he forgets the meditation that he has to do every day.

Pushing open the box similar to the drawer structure, Frenzberg pinched a small piece of wood from inside. If this thing is placed in front of the Ailanhill civilians who are familiar with it, they will be able to distinguish it easily. It is a match produced by Meyn’s "Double Happiness" Match Factory...

With great interest, he slammed the side of the matchbox with a match wrapped in a phosphorous head, and the match immediately burst into a small but beautiful flame. With a "click", a faint smell of sulfur scattered in the air. It was the smell that made Frenzberg feel comfortable.

The magician slowly and slowly waited for the match to burn a little bit in his hand, with a carefree and playful expression on his face. He waited until the match burned out in his hand, and he still didn't let go of the finger holding the matchstick.

The flame burned a little bit, and finally spread to his fingers, but it didn't go out because the matchstick was completely burnt to black coal, but it jumped happily between Frenzberg's fingers.

"Teacher." A young man wearing a pure white robe and a golden belt around his waist pushed open the door, standing outside the door respectfully and bowing his head to remind: "It's time for dinner, you are going to be here. For dinner, we still have to go down..."

"Don't bother me when I think... William..." The flame on his finger was twisted and deformed, and Frenzberg obviously didn't like others to disturb him, his tone was slow and majestic. He repeated the name of the apprentice at the door, and his voice couldn't tell whether it was sad or happy.

For an instant, the flame flared its teeth and claws, as if it was about to devour human life, but in the next second, it disappeared from Frenzberg's clothes, as if it had never existed.

The majestic Frenzberg got up from his chair and looked at the apprentice who bowed his head and dared not speak any more: "William...do you think this thing called a match by a businessman is very convenient?"

"Teacher... we can easily control the power of flame..." The young apprentice named William replied respectfully, lowering his head deeper.

"Yeah... In the country of flames, we can easily control the power of irritable flames, use it as energy, and use it to kill and defend..." Frenzberg went to the door with his hands. Pressed on William's shoulder: "It can even be used to set fire to wood..."

"However, those mortals now have this kind of power... They can easily ignite things, which is a kind of progress." Frenzberg didn't even look at his apprentice William, he passed him and moved on. Rotating down the stairs: "Even the ants are motivated, you have to work harder..."

"Yes! Teacher!" William helped Frenzberg to close the door and turned to follow. His steps are very careful, for fear that it will startle the great wizard walking in front of him.

"That's right." Frenzberg suddenly stopped his steps on the descending staircase, turned his head and looked at William's command: "Let the merchants get more, some, what is the country's name? ...Love, Ailan Hill, give me the things of Ailan Hill, I have a great reward."

"Yes! Teacher!" William seemed to only say such an answer, still replied like this.

In his opinion, just taking out something from the magic tower is enough to get rid of those sad low-level creatures. Those merchants who traveled to and from various countries were humble, greedy and incompetent garbage, and they were all slaves driven by the magic tower.

Without knowing what his apprentice was thinking, Frenzberg didn't need to think about what his apprentice was thinking. After he had given his instructions, he continued downstairs without looking back, taking steps not hurriedly or slowly.

In this world, being strong is the root of everything, and only the most powerful people and the most powerful magicians are the "gods" that make people respectable. Frenzberg knew this for a long time, because he was walking on this path of constantly climbing the top.

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"Boom!" The ground was trembling with the sound of a cannon, and the soaring flames represented the progress of this era, and also represented the complete change of the war model. When countless generals or soldiers saw the power of the cannon with their own eyes, they all had shocked expressions on their faces.

Even the inferior muzzle gun provided by Chris is definitely at the level of around 1800. The artillery of this era can definitely rewrite the history of war.

Seeing the deafening roar of the cannon in front of him, General Zorn couldn't believe his eyes. He saw the gravel splashing on the mountain in the distance, and the dust lifted up was even higher than the walls of ordinary cities.

A solid shell had already caused such an effect. The power of this weapon completely convinced General Zorn.

He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. In his past memory, only the magician recorded in the book can do such an incredible thing. Whether it is a blooming bullet or a solid cannonball, the strength that is manifested at this moment is definitely beyond the reach of manpower.

However, now he has done it... he can even copy such a weapon and turn all his armies into a powerful "magic army". He can sweep the entire mortal kingdom with such troops and build an unprecedented huge empire!

"Okay!" Suddenly, General Zorn yelled out a word that was similar to venting. He pressed his own sword, and for a while he even felt a sense of ambition. He is the confidant of His Majesty the Emperor, and he should have done something for His Majesty.

"You mean, the Principality of Ailan Hill used this thing to deduct taxes?" He turned his side, looked at the confidant beside him, and asked.

The messenger received a large amount of bribes in Ailan Hill, and he did such a good deed. It was naturally favored, and he immediately bent over to report: "General, they said they hope to pay taxes with this kind of thing. Promise them privately and exempt them from 20,000 gold coins."

"Yes! You did a good job! You should be rewarded!" Zorn said as he walked to the cannon cast by Ailan Hill, stroking the hard and cold with his hand, enjoying the feeling of beautiful beauty's smooth and tender skin.

"Order the workshop to carefully manufacture 100 such cannons for me according to the drawings provided by Duke Ailanhill!" After he was intoxicated, he immediately issued the order to make such artillery: "Duke Ailanhill called this What's the matter?"

You see, people are sometimes such emotional animals. When you think of a person's goodness, you naturally think of the person's honorific name. Chris was finally fortunate enough to transform from "that person" into the glorious "Grand Duke Ailan Hill".

"My lord, he called this artillery the'Red Cannon'..." The erudite appearance of his hand was now sold and reported: "Grand Duke Ailanhill also asked his subordinates to say hello to the lord... …"

"Isn't he going the way of Prime Minister Clark? Why did you come to cheat me again?" General Zorn was observant, and said with a look of disdain: "Whether you have the right and the right, he has a good calculation. But... also a sensible person, this The red cannon is indeed a good thing!"

The general of the Arrant Empire, he still doesn't know, even the name of the cannon was scammed by Chris. As for the cheating red cannon, one weighs two and a half tons, and it is pushed back by a car made of 4 wooden wheels along the way. It is a difficult one.

Although the range seems to be very advantageous, the two-three-mile range basically does not pose any threat to the real artillery, and the cheating bombs are far less practical than solid shells.

But these are not the key points. The key point is that this artillery is really powerful, so powerful that General Zorn can't see any flaws at all. At this moment, he was fantasizing about defeating the Dothan Empire, with all kinds of relaxed expressions.

"Let’s go south to prepare to deal with the troops of the Dothan Empire a little bit slower! We prepare a great gift for the Dothan Empire! Heh heh heh." General Zorn, who has been completely immersed in the joy of future victory, has even forgotten about it.

Just like the boys in the dormitory watching the pornography, they exude a dull sourness from beginning to end: "The flower bomb that I just experimented with...the effect is actually not very good."

"My lord, you have to think about it... what a shock it will cause when this kind of thing appears in front of the enemy for the first time!" The subordinate rubbed his hands and said with a flattering appearance: "It's not surprising that the other party will collapse when touched. what."

Zorn thought for a while, it was actually true. Looking at the peaceful mountain in the distance, he also felt that no one would dare to stand and fight in such an environment. So he nodded, believing the explanation given by his men.