Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0028: Mortal Magic
At the same time, on the other side of the world, inside a huge tower that reached as high as the clouds, Franzberg was curiously looking at a small wooden box in front of him.
The room he was in was at least ten meters high, with huge French windows letting in the bright sunlight from outside. The seemingly simple decoration still exuded a sense of luxury in all the details, and the smooth marble floor could even reflect the vague image of a person.
Franzberg had been looking at the little thing in front of him for a long time , but his interest seemed to have not diminished at all. He picked up the small box and rubbed the very interesting symbol on it with his hand.
This was the first time he was interested in a symbol without any magic flowing in it, and it was obvious that this box had nothing to do with any magic. But Franzberg still found it very interesting, so interesting that he forgot his daily meditation.
Pushing open the drawer-like box, Frunzberg picked up a thin piece of wood from it. If he put this thing in front of the familiar civilians of Ireland Hill, they would be able to easily tell that it was a match produced by the Maine "Double Happiness" Match Factory...
With great interest, he rubbed the side of the matchbox with a match wrapped in phosphorus, and the match immediately burst into a small but beautiful flame. With a "hiss", the smell of sulfur was faintly scattered in the air, which was a comfortable smell for Franzberg.
The magician slowly waited for the match to burn in his hand, with a playful expression on his face. He waited until the match burned out in his hand, but he still didn't let go of the matchstick.
The flame burned little by little, and finally spread to his fingers, but it did not go out because the matchstick had been completely burned into charcoal. Instead, it danced even more happily .
"Teacher." A young man wearing a pure white robe and a golden belt around his waist pushed open the door and stood outside the door respectfully, bowing his head and reminding: "It's time to eat. Do you want to eat here or go downstairs..."
"Don't disturb me when I'm thinking... William..." The flames on his fingers twisted and deformed. Franzberg 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 it was hard to tell whether his voice was sad or happy.
For a moment, the flames were baring their fangs as if they were going to devour human lives, but in the next second, they disappeared from Franzberg's clothes as if they 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 matches by merchants is very convenient?"
"Teacher...we can easily control the power of fire..." The young apprentice named William lowered his head even deeper and answered very respectfully.
"Yes... In the Land of Fire, we can easily control the power of the irritable flames. We can use it as energy, kill people and defend ourselves..." Frundsberg walked to the door and put his hand on William's shoulder: "We can even use it to light firewood..."
"But, those mortals now also have this power... They can easily light things on fire, which is a progress." Frundsberg didn't even look at his apprentice William, walked past him and walked towards the spiral staircase downward: "Even ants have the desire to make progress, you also have to work harder..."
"Yes, teacher!" William helped Franzberg close the door, turned around and followed. He took very careful steps, fearing that he would alarm the great magician walking in front of him.
"Oh, right." Franzberg suddenly stopped on the spiral staircase, turned around and looked at William and ordered, "Ask the merchants to get more, some, what is the name of that country... Ai, Ailan Hill, give me the things from Ailan Hill, I will reward you handsomely."
"Yes! Teacher!" William seemed to have only this one answer, and he continued to answer in the same way.
In his opinion, taking out something from the magic tower would be enough to get rid of those pathetic low-level creatures. The merchants traveling between countries were of humble status, greedy and incompetent garbage, and were all slaves driven by the magic tower.
Frundsberg didn't know what his apprentice was thinking, and he didn't need to think about what his apprentice was thinking. After he finished his instructions, he continued to go downstairs without looking back, taking a leisurely pace.
In this world, strength is the root of everything, and only the most powerful people and the most powerful magicians are respected "gods". Frundsberg has long known this because he is on the road to constantly climbing to the top.
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"Boom!" The sound of a cannon shook the earth, and the flames that shot up into the sky represented the progress of this era and a complete change in the war model. 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 muzzle-loading cannon provided by Chris was definitely at the level of around 1800. The cannons of this era could definitely rewrite the history of war.
General Zorn couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the cannons roaring. He saw rubble flying from the distant hills, and the dust rising was even higher than the walls of an ordinary city.
A solid artillery shell has already produced such an effect. The power of this weapon completely convinced General Zorn.
He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. In his past memories, only magicians recorded in books could do such incredible things. Whether it was a shrapnel shell or a solid shell, the strength displayed at this moment was absolutely beyond human power.
But now he has done it... He can even copy such weapons and turn all his troops into powerful "magic legions". He can sweep across the entire mortal kingdom with such troops and build an unprecedentedly large empire!
"Good!" Suddenly, General Zorn shouted a word that was almost like venting. He pressed his sword and even felt ambitious for a moment. He was the emperor's confidant, and he should also build a career for the emperor.
"You mean, the Principality of Ailanhill uses this thing to pay taxes?" He turned sideways, looked at the trusted messenger beside him, and asked.
The messenger received a large bribe in Ailan Hill and also accomplished such a good thing, so he was naturally favored. He immediately bent down and reported: "General, they said they wanted to use this thing to pay taxes. I privately agreed to exempt them from 20,000 gold coins."
"Good! You did a good job! You deserve a reward!" Zorn said as he walked to the cannon cast by Elanhill and stroked the hard and cold surface with his hand, as if he was enjoying the feeling of a beautiful woman's smooth skin.
"Order the workshop to carefully manufacture 100 such cannons for me according to the drawings provided by Grand Duke Ailan Hill!" After being intoxicated for a while, he immediately issued an order to manufacture this kind of cannon: "What did Grand Duke Ailan Hill call this thing?"
You see, sometimes people are just such emotional creatures. When you think of someone's good points, you naturally think of the honorific for that person. Chris was finally fortunate enough to transform from "that person" to the glorious "Grand Duke of Ailan Hill".
"Sir, he called this cannon the 'Red Cannon'..." The subordinate, looking knowledgeable, reported on the spot: "Grand Duke Ailan Hill also asked me to say hello to you on his behalf..."
"Isn't he following the path of Prime Minister Clark? Why is he trying to curry favor with me again?" General Zorn was very observant and said with a look of disdain, "He is planning to please both sides. But... he is also a sensible person. This red cannon is really a good thing!"
This general of the Alante Empire still didn't know that Chris had tricked him into giving his cannon a name. As for the damn red cannon, each weighed two and a half tons, and it was pushed back on a cart made of four wooden wheels. It was a struggle.
Although the range seems to be very advantageous, this range of two or three miles basically does not pose any threat to real artillery, and those crappy shrapnel shells are far less practical than solid shells.
But these are not the main points. The main point is that this kind of artillery is indeed powerful, so powerful that General Zorn can't see any flaws at all. At this moment, he is imagining the scene of himself defeating the Doson Empire, with all kinds of relaxed and comfortable expressions.
"Tell the army heading south to deal with the Dosen Empire to slow down! We have prepared a big gift for the Dosen Empire! Hehehehe." General Zorn, who was completely immersed in the joy of future victory, had even forgotten himself.
Just like those boys in the dormitory who were watching porn movies, they exuded a kind of boring and sour feeling from beginning to end: "The explosion bombs we just experimented with...the effect was actually not that good."
"Sir, you have to think about it... When this kind of thing appears in front of the enemy for the first time, what kind of shock will it cause!" The subordinate rubbed his hands and said in a flattering manner: "It's not surprising that the enemy collapsed at the first touch."
Zoen thought about it and realized that this was indeed the truth. Looking at the mountain in the distance that had returned to peace, he felt that no one would dare to stand in such an environment and continue to fight. So he nodded, believing the explanation given by his men.
