Twenty-Eight Mortal Magic

At the same time, on the other side of the world, inside a huge tower soaring like clouds, Franzberg was looking curiously 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 let in the bright sunlight outside. The seemingly simple decoration still has a luxurious feel in all the details, and the flat marble floor can even reflect the blurred appearance of people.

Frenzberg has been looking at this little thing in front of him for a long time, but it seems that his interest has not waned in the slightest. He picked up the small box and rubbed the very interesting symbol on it with his hand.

This was the first time he had been interested in a symbol that had no magic surging, and apparently the box had nothing to do with any magic. But Frenzberg still found it so interesting that it made him forget the meditation he had to do every day.

Pushing open the drawer-like box, Franzberg picked up a small piece of wood from the inside - if you put this thing in front of the commoners of Alan Hill who are familiar with it, they must be able to distinguish it easily. , this is a match made by the Mayne "Double Happiness" match factory...

With great interest, he rubbed the match with the phosphorous head on the side of the matchbox, and the match immediately burst into a small but beautiful flame. With a sound of "呲", the smell of sulfur faintly scattered in the air, which was a smell that made Franzberg feel comfortable.

The magician was slowly, slowly waiting for the match to burn a little bit in his hand, with a playful expression of care on his face. He didn't let go of his fingers holding the matchstick until the match was completely burnt out in his hand.

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

"Teacher." A young man in a pure white robe with a golden belt around his waist pushed open the door, stood outside the door respectfully and lowered his head to remind: "It's time to eat, you are here For dinner, we still have to go downstairs…”

"Don't disturb me when I'm thinking... William..." The flames on his fingers were twisted and deformed, and Frenzberg obviously didn't like others disturbing his interest, his tone was slow and majestic. He repeated the name of the apprentice at the door, and his voice could not tell whether it was sadness or joy.

For a moment, the flames fluttered as if they were 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 stood up from the chair and looked at the apprentice who lowered his head and dared not speak again: "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 irritable power of fire, we can use it as energy, we can use it to kill and defend..." Frenzberg walked to the door and used his hands Pressing it on William's shoulder: "It can even be used to light a fire..."

"However, those mortals also have this power now... They can easily ignite things, which is an improvement." Frenzberg didn't even look at his apprentice William, passed him, and walked towards Rotating down the stairs: "Even the ants have the heart to make progress, you have to work harder..."

"Yes! Teacher!" William helped Franzberg close the door, turned and followed. He walked very carefully, for fear of disturbing the great magician walking in front of him.

"That's right." Frenzberg suddenly stopped his steps on the spiraling stairs, looked back at William and instructed: "Let those businessmen get more,

Some, what is the name of that country... Love, Ireland Hill, give me the things of Ireland Hill, I have a great reward. "

"Yes! Teacher!" William seemed to only reply with such a sentence, but he still answered in the same way.

In his opinion, whatever is taken out of the magic tower is enough to send away those pathetic low-level creatures. Those merchants who travel to and from various countries are humble, greedy and incompetent garbage, and they are all slaves driven by the magic tower.

Not knowing what his apprentice is thinking, Franzberg doesn't need to think about what his apprentice is thinking. After he ordered his explanation, he continued downstairs without looking back, taking unhurried steps.

In this world, power is the root of everything, and only the most powerful magicians are the most respected "gods". Frenzberg has known this for a long time, because he is on this path that keeps climbing to the top.

...

"Boom!" The sound of a cannon shook the earth, and the sky-high flames represented the progress of this era and a complete change in the mode of warfare. When countless generals and soldiers saw the power of the cannon with their own eyes, they all had expressions of shock on their faces.

Even the inferior front-bore cannons provided by Chris are definitely at the level of around 1800. The cannons of this era can definitely rewrite the history of warfare.

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 distant hills, and the dust was even higher than the walls of ordinary cities.

A solid shell has 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 magicians recorded in books could do such incredible things. Whether it's a blooming bullet or a solid shell, the strength displayed at this moment is absolutely beyond the reach of manpower.

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

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

"You mean, the Duchy of Alan Hill uses this thing to deduct taxes?" He turned to his side, looked at the trusted messenger beside him, and asked.

The messenger received a large amount of bribes in Elland Hill, and he did such a good thing. Naturally, he was highly favored, and immediately bent over to report: "Sir General, they said that they want to use this kind of thing to pay taxes. I promised them privately and exempted them from 20,000 gold coins."

"Not bad! You did a good job! It should be rewarded!" Zon said as he walked over to the cannon made by Alan Hill, stroking the hard cold with his hands, as if enjoying the beauty's smooth skin.

"Order the workshop to carefully manufacture 100 such cannons for me according to the drawings provided by the Archduke Alan Hill!" After being intoxicated, he immediately gave the order to manufacture this type of artillery: "The Archduke Alan Hill calls this What's the matter?"

You see, people are sometimes emotional creatures like this. When you think of a person's goodness, you naturally think of the person's honorific title. Chris was also finally fortunate to have transformed from "that person" into the glorious "Grand Duke of Alan Hill".

"My lord, he called this cannon a 'red-clothed cannon'..." The subordinate, who looked erudite, went forward and reported, "Grand Duke Alan Hill also asked his subordinates to say hello to your lord... …”

"Isn't he going the way of Prime Minister Clark? Why is he trying to curry favor with me again?" General Zorn said with a disdainful look on his face: "He has a good plan for both sides. But... he is also a sensible person. The red-clothed cannon is indeed a good thing!"

This general of the Arlantean Empire is still unknown to him, and even the name of his cannon has been pitted by Chris. As for that stupid red-clothed cannon, one door weighs two and a half tons, and it was pushed back by a car made of four wooden wheels along the way. It was a difficult task.

Although the range seems to be very advantageous, the range of these two or three miles will basically not cause any threat to the real artillery, and the pitted flower shell is far less practical than the solid shell.

But these are not the point. The point is that this kind of artillery is really powerful, so powerful that General Zorn can't see any flaws at all. At this moment, he is imagining the picture of himself defeating the Dothan Empire, with all kinds of relaxed and comfortable expressions.

"Let the troops going south to prepare to deal with the Dothan Empire slow down! We will prepare a big gift for the Dothan Empire! Hehehe." General Zorn, who was completely immersed in the joy of future victory, even got carried away.

Just like the boys in the dormitory looking at the porn, there was a tasteless sourness from beginning to end: "The kind of blooming bomb that I experimented just now... The effect is not very good."

"Sir, think about it... This kind of thing, the first time it appears in front of the enemy, what kind of shock will it cause!" what."

Zon thought about it, and that's actually true. Looking at the quiet mountain top in the distance, he also felt that no one dared to stand in such an environment and persist in fighting. So he nodded, believing the explanation made by his subordinates.