At the same time, on the other side of the world, inside a huge tower soaring like clouds, Frunzberg 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 let in the bright sunshine outside. The seemingly simple decoration still exuded a sense of luxury in all the details, and the flat marble floor could even reflect the blurred appearance of the person.
.
Frunzberg had been looking at the little thing in front of him for a long time, but his interest seemed not to have faded at all. He picked up the small box and rubbed the interesting symbol on it with his hand.
This was the first time that he was interested in a symbol without magic. Obviously, this box had nothing to do with any magic. However, Frunzberg still found it very interesting, so interesting that he forgot about the things he did every day.
Meditation to do.
Pushing open the box with a drawer-like structure, Frentzberg picked up a small piece of wood from inside. If this thing were placed in front of the civilians of Ireland Hill who were familiar with it, they would be able to easily distinguish it.
It's a match produced by the Mayne "Double Happiness" Match Factory...
With great interest, he used a match wrapped with a phosphorus tip to rub it against the side of the matchbox. The match immediately burst out into a small but beautiful flame. With a "squeak" sound, the smell of sulfur was faintly scattered in the air.
That was the smell that made Frentzberg feel comfortable.
The magician slowly waited for the match to burn little by little in his hand, with a protective and playful expression on his face. When the match burned out in his hand, he still did not let go.
Finger holding matchstick.
The flame burned bit by bit, and finally spread to his fingers. However, it did not go out because the matchstick had been completely burned to black charcoal. Instead, it started to beat more happily between Frunzberg's fingers.
"Teacher." A young man wearing a pure white robe with a golden belt around his waist opened the door, stood respectfully outside the door and lowered his head to remind: "It's time to eat, you have to be here
To eat, you still have to go downstairs..."
"Don't disturb me when I'm thinking... William..." The flames on his fingers were distorted. Frentzberg obviously didn't like others to disturb his interest, and his tone was slow and majestic. He repeated the apprentice's words at the door.
I can't tell whether the name or the voice sounds sad or happy.
For a moment, the flames spread their teeth and claws, as if they were about to devour human life, but in the next second, it disappeared from Frunzberg's clothes, as if it had never existed.
The majestic Frunzberg stood up from his 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 the businessman is very convenient?"
"Teacher... we can easily control the power of fire..." The young apprentice named William, who lowered his head deeper, replied very respectfully.
"Yes... In the Kingdom of Fire, we can easily control the power of the irritable flames. We can use it as energy, and we can use it to kill people and defend..." Frunzberg walked to the door and used his hand to
Pressed on William's shoulder: "It can even be used to light a fire and burn wood..."
"However, those mortals now also have this power... They can ignite things conveniently, which is an improvement." Frunzberg didn't even look at his apprentice William, crossed him, and walked towards
Stairs spiraling downward: "Even ants have the ambition to make progress, you have to work harder..."
"Yes! Teacher!" William closed the door for Frunzberg, turned around and followed him. His steps were very careful, for fear of alarming the great magician walking in front of him.
"That's right." Frunzberg suddenly stopped on the spiral staircase, turned back to look at William and ordered: "Let those businessmen get more, some, what is the name of that country?"
...Love, Ailan Hill, if you give me the things of Ailan Hill, I will reward you greatly."
"Yes! Teacher!" William seemed to only be able to say this one answer, and he still answered in the same way.
In his opinion, just taking out anything from the Magic Tower is enough to drive away those miserable low-level creatures. Those businessmen who travel to various countries are of low status, greedy and incompetent garbage, and they are all for the Magic Tower.
Just a driven slave.
He didn't know what his apprentice was thinking, and Frunzberg didn't need to think about what his apprentice was thinking. After giving his instructions, he continued to go downstairs without looking back, walking calmly and calmly.
Slow pace.
In this world, strength is the foundation of everything. Only the most powerful people and the most powerful magicians are the "gods" that people respect. Frunzberg has known this for a long time, because he is
Walk on this road of constantly climbing to the top.
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"Boom!" The sound of the cannon shook the earth. The sky-high flames represented the progress of this era and the complete change of the war model. When countless generals and soldiers saw the power of the cannon with their own eyes, they were all filled with excitement.
His face showed a shocked expression.
Even the inferior muzzle-loading cannon provided by Chris is definitely at the level of around 1800. Cannons 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 gravel flying on the mountains in the distance, and the dust rising up was even higher than the walls of ordinary cities.
One solid cannonball 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 magicians recorded in books could do such incredible things. Whether it was explosive bullets or solid bullets,
Regardless of the cannonballs, the strength displayed at this moment is absolutely beyond the reach of human power.
But, now he has done it... He can even copy such weapons and turn all his armies into powerful "magic legions". He can lead such troops to sweep across the entire mortal kingdom and build an unprecedentedly huge empire.
!
"Okay!" Suddenly, General Zorn shouted a word that was close to venting. He pressed his sword, and for a moment he even felt ambitious. He is the confidant of His Majesty the Emperor, and he should also
I have made great achievements for His Majesty the Emperor.
"You mean, the Principality of Eilandhill uses this thing to deduct taxes?" He turned sideways, looked at the confidant messenger beside him, and asked.
The messenger got a large bribe in Elland Hill and accomplished such a good thing. Naturally, he was highly favored. He immediately bent over and reported: "General, they said they hope to use this kind of thing to pay taxes. I
I promised them privately and exempted them from 20,000 gold coins."
"Not bad! You did a good job! You should be rewarded!" Zorn said as he walked to the cannon made by Ailan Hill and stroked the hard coldness with his hand, as if enjoying the feeling of the beautiful woman's smooth and tender skin.
"Order the workshop to carefully manufacture 100 of these cannons for me according to the drawings provided by Grand Duke Ailanthir!" After being intoxicated, he immediately issued an order to manufacture this kind of artillery: "The Grand Duke Ailanthir called this
What does this thing come from?”
You see, people are sometimes such emotional beings. When you think of someone's good qualities, you will naturally think of that person's honorific. Chris was finally lucky enough to transform from "that person" to Glory
The most sincere "Grand Duke of Loveland Hill".
"My lord, he calls this artillery the 'red cannon'..." The subordinate looked knowledgeable and was eager to learn what he had learned before he stepped forward and reported: "The Grand Duke of Airanhill also asked his subordinates to say hello to you, your lord...
…”
"Isn't he following the path of Prime Minister Clark? Why are you trying to curry favor with me again?" General Zorn understood everything clearly and said with disdain: "He has a good plan for both sides. But... he can be considered a sensible person. This
The red cannon is indeed a good thing!"
This general of the Arant Empire still doesn’t know that even the name of his cannon was deceived by Chris. As for the deceiving red cannon, each one weighs two and a half tons, and he was used all the way.
Pushing a cart made of four wooden wheels back was a difficult task.
Although the range seems to be very advantageous, the range of two to three miles basically does not pose any threat to real artillery, and the deceptive explosive shells are far less practical than solid artillery shells.
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 ease and comfort.
expression.
"Slow down the army that is going south to deal with the Dothan Empire! Let's prepare a big gift for the Dothan Empire! Hey, hey, hey." General Zorn, who was completely immersed in the joy of future victory, even forgot about it.
Just like those boys in the dormitory watching pornographic movies, there is a tasteless sourness from beginning to end: "The flower bomb I just experimented with...the effect is actually not very good."
"Sir, you have to think about it...what a shock it will be 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 look: "It's not surprising that the opponent will collapse at the first touch.
ah."
Zorn thought for a moment and found that this was actually true. Looking at the mountains in the distance that had returned to tranquility, he felt that no one dared to stand in such an environment and continue to fight. So he nodded, believing it.
He received the explanation from his subordinates.
