In other carriages, neat glass products were stacked, and the crystal clear bottles and cups made the jaws of the steppe people, who had not been very wealthy, drop their jaws. They caressed the warm glass, and they didn't even want to let go.

After enjoying himself for a while, the steppe general finally remembered something, he took the reins and walked to the cavalry captain of the Norsland Kingdom, touched his chest with his right hand and asked: "We know that these are expensive goods, I don't know how much the Norsland Kingdom needs us to pay this time?"

"Glass products are cheap, a bottle of thirty copper coins...... The iron pot is more expensive, after all, we are also short of iron, and the price is fifteen silver coins......" The knight captain of the Kingdom of Norsland did not speak, and a merchant beside him gushed about the price of these goods.

In fact, he still made a lot of money, because the purchase price of these things in the Kingdom of Norsland was only about half of what he quoted now.

"As for table salt...... The price is also very fair, a hundred gold coins a car...... I've left all the carriages to you. The merchant was jubilant as he made calculations, and his heart rejoiced: he had made a great deal of money this time, with a gross income of more than a thousand gold coins.

The amount of transactions of just such a caravan is so huge.

Originally, when they heard the number of one hundred gold coins, the generals of the steppe were ready to be slaughtered by profiteers. But when he heard that the unit was a "car", the expression on his face became wonderful.

He looked up at the knight captain of the Kingdom of Norsland, and raised his hand to hand the reins of his war horse to the other party: "You are the most decent merchant I have ever seen! This war horse is the most miraculous horse on the grassland, I will give it to you! As a witness to the friendship between you and me! Welcome to the grassland, we will not get drunk tonight!"

"Kill the sheep!" After saying that, he shouted to his people, and the steppe people who were on horseback or had already dismounted also let out a cheer that they had never seen before: "Oh! kill the sheep, kill the sheep!"

"I've heard that it's dangerous to trade with the steppes?" the merchant looked at the knight captain beside him, puzzled.

"It used to be here...... A bag of salt costs ten gold coins. The captain of the knight replied without raising his head, taking the reins of the other horse in his saddle.

The merchant was stunned for a moment, and then he realized in despair how much gold he had just lost.

However, at this moment, around the border between the Delman Empire and the Kingdom of Norsland, there are some villages and towns of the Kingdom of Norsland on the edge of the Wilson Mountains.

"Boom, boom!" On the border between the Kingdom of Norsland and the Delman Empire, a round of magic crystal cannon shelling fell in the dense crowd. The guards of the village and town were cut by the rampaging cannonballs, plowing out traces of blood.

The magicians have rewritten the history of warfare with the Crystal Cannon, and it seems that the side with the Crystal Cannon has the advantage on the battlefield. The soldiers of the Delman Empire are steadily moving forward, and they have seen the smile of the goddess of victory.

These crystal cannons were transferred from Kailandil to Blackstone Fort through Alonso. The magic crystal cannon is a gold-swallowing giant beast that consumes a lot of magic crystals, and if it doesn't have enough strength, even if it is given to him for nothing, he can't afford to use it.

The Norsland soldiers who had been waiting for them had become staggered at this moment, and terrible magic blasts fell from the sky, splashing a bloody rain in the crowd.

The entire line of defense was crumbling, and the officers of the Kingdom of Norsland were powerless to stop the rout of their soldiers. At this moment, they did not want to prevent such a rout, because they themselves were among the defeated crowd.

No one dared to face such a terrible weapon, and everyone thought that the Delman Empire was going out with all its strength to avenge the previous era, so the soldiers of Northland were not only defeated by the momentum of the weapon, but also by the momentum of the enemy.

"Has our god forsaken us?" said an officer who rose from the ground with a bloody face, crying out to retrieve his arm. His armoured arm was severed by a stream of heat, like butter cut by a hot knife.

A soldier struggled to his feet, only to find that his legs were gone. He tried to scream, but found that all he could do was spit blood out of his mouth - and soon he was motionless, lying with the corpses around him, making no sound.

Not far away, with neat steps, the army of the Delman Empire was shouting slogans, accompanied by the beat of drums, step by step approaching the battlefield that was already like hell on earth. There were no more enemies in front of them to resist in formation, only some enemy soldiers who had gone mad.

Countless spears were leveled and swept across the way in front of them. Some of the soldiers who had forgotten to flee were quickly stabbed to the ground, while the Delman soldiers continued to move forward, ignoring the corpses that had been trampled into the dirt beneath their feet.

"Long live Delman!" shouted from the soldiers on the high slope who had not yet had time to participate in this crushing attack. Their banners fluttered in the sky, and their voices echoed across the plains.

Riding on a tall horse, Tyron William pointed to the battle formation in the distance with his iron-clad gloves, and proudly asked his followers: "Look, there is no one on the border of Nosland who can stop our army of the Delman Empire! No, this is our northern province, and we are just here to kill these poor traitors." ”

"Yes, yes!" an officer said with a flattering smile on his face, holding Tyron William, "If you are still in command, the Delman Empire will definitely go to the top under your leadership, Your Excellency." ”

"Hahahaha!" Taryn William laughed triumphantly, and the laughter didn't drift far before it was drowned out by the fierce sound of war drums. He was triumphant, pulling the reins of his war horse and said, "These small towns will definitely stab the matter to Gravel's side, but unfortunately they would never have imagined that we have already set up a cannon at their doorstep! ”。

"Your Excellency is wise!" "Your Excellency is really wise!" "Your Excellency, you are really the Star of Delman!" a group of complimenting officers quickly nodded and flattered in front of Tyronn William.

Hearing these beautiful words, the smile on Taryn William's face was even better, and the whole person became more proud. He was in a good mood, so he opened his mouth and gave a more radical order: "Command the troops! We don't need prisoners!"