Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in a huge tower, Frenzberg was curiously looking at a small wooden box in front of him.

The room he was in was at least ten meters high, with large floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the bright sunlight outside. The seemingly simple décor still exudes luxury in all the details, and the flat marble floor can even reflect the blurred appearance of people.

Frenzberg had been looking at the little thing in front of him for a long time, but his interest did not seem to wane in the slightest, and he picked up the little box and rubbed it with his hand with the interesting symbol attached to it.

It was the first time he had been interested in a symbol that didn't have a surge of magic, and apparently the box had nothing to do with any magic. But Frenzberg still found it interesting, so interesting that he forgot to meditate every day.

Pushing open the drawer-like box, Frenzberg picked up a tiny piece of wood from the inside - if you put it in front of the familiar Alleyland civilians, they would have easily identified it as a match from Mayne's "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 "bang", the smell of sulfur was faintly scattered in the air, which was a pleasant smell for Frenzberg.

Slowly, slowly, the magician waited for the match to burn in his hand, with a hint of caring playfulness on his face. He waited until the match burned out in his hand, but he still didn't let go of his fingers holding the matchstick.

Little by little, the flame burned to his fingers, but instead of extinguishing the matchstick because it had been completely burned to black coal, it pulsed more 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, stood respectfully outside the door and bowed his head to remind: "It's time to eat, do you want to eat here, or do you want to go down......"

"Don't disturb me while I'm thinking...... Wilhelm ...... "The flames on his fingers were distorted, and Frenzberg clearly did not like to be disturbed by others, and his tone was slow and majestic. He repeated the name of the apprentice at the door, his voice unrecognizable to be sad or joyful.

For a moment, the flame spread its teeth and claws, as if it were about to devour human life, but in the next second, it disappeared from Frenzberg's shirt as if it had never existed.

The majestic Frenzberg got up from his chair and looked at the apprentice who bowed his head and did not dare to speak again: "Wilhelm...... Do you think this thing, which is called a match by a merchant, is it very convenient? ”

"Teacher...... We can easily control the power of the flames......" lowered his head a little deeper, and William's young apprentice replied very respectfully.

"yes...... In the Land of Flames, we can easily control the power of the irritable flames, we can use it as energy, we can use it to kill people and defend against ......" Frenzberg walked to the door and pressed his hand on Wilhelm's shoulder: "It can even be used to light fires and burn wood......"

"However, those mortals now have this power as well...... They can easily light things, and that's an improvement. Without glancing at his apprentice Wilhelm, Frentzberg passed him and walked down the spiral staircase: "Even ants have a motivated heart, you have to work harder......"

"Yes! Teacher! Wilhelm closed the door for Frenzberg and turned to follow. He walked very carefully, for fear of alarming the archmage who walked in front of him.

"That's right." Frenzberg suddenly stopped himself on the spiraling staircase, looked back at William and commanded, "Let those merchants get more, some more, what is the country called...... Love, Iran Hill, I have a great reward for what Ellan Hill has given me. ”

"Yes! Teacher! William replied as if he would only say one such reply.

In his opinion, a random few things from the magic tower would be enough to send away those pathetic low-level creatures. The lowly merchants who traveled from country to country were greedy and powerless trash, all slaves driven by the Magic Tower.

He didn't know what his apprentice was thinking, and Frenzberg didn't need to think about what his apprentice was thinking. After he had given his instructions, he continued to go downstairs without looking back, taking unhurried steps.

In this world, strength is the foundation of everything, and only those who are the most powerful and the most powerful magicians are the "gods" that people respect. Frenzberg has known this for a long time, because he is on this path of constant climbing to the top.

……

"Boom!" A cannon shot shook the earth, and the sky-high flames represented the progress of this era and a radical change in the mode of warfare. When countless generals and soldiers saw the power of the cannon with their own eyes, all of them had shocked expressions on their faces.

Even the inferior breech gun provided by Chris is definitely at the level of around 1800, and the cannons of this era can definitely rewrite the history of war.

Looking at the deafening roar of the cannon in front of him, General Zorn couldn't believe his eyes. He saw the mountains in the distance splattering with rubble, raising dust that was even higher than the walls of a normal city.

A solid cannonball has already caused such an effect, and the power of this weapon has completely convinced General Zorn.

He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. In his past memories, only a magician recorded in a book could do such an unthinkable thing. Whether it is a flowering shell or a solid cannonball, the strength embodied at this moment is absolutely beyond the reach of manpower.

But now he did...... He can even copy such weapons and turn all his armies into powerful "magic legions". He could sweep through the entire mortal realm with such an army and build an empire that has never been seen before!

"Good!" Suddenly, General Zorn shouted a word that was close to venting. He pressed his sword, and for a moment even had a feeling of ambition. He is a confidant of His Majesty the Emperor, and he should also make a contribution to His Majesty the Emperor.

"You're saying that the Duchy of Ellandhill uses this to deduct taxes?" He turned to the side, looked at the henchman messenger beside him, and asked.

The messenger had received a large bribe in Irlanhill, and had done such a good deed, so he was naturally favored, and immediately bent down and reported: "General, they said that they wanted to pay taxes with this kind of thing, and I promised them privately that they would be exempted from 20,000 gold coins. ”

"Not bad! You've done a good job! It should be rewarded! As he spoke, Zorn walked over to the cannon forged by Iran Hill, and stroked the hard coldness with his hand, as if he was enjoying the smooth skin of the beauty.

"Order the workshop to carefully build 100 of these cannons for me according to the drawings provided by the Grand Duke of Ellan Hill!" After he was intoxicated, he immediately gave the order to make this artillery: "What does the Grand Duke of Eranhill call this thing?" ”

You see, people are sometimes such emotional animals, and when you think of a person's goodness, you naturally think of that person's honorific title. Chris is finally fortunate to transform from "that person" to the glorious "Grand Duke of Iran Hill".

"My lord, he called this cannon 'Red Cannon'......" The subordinate looked erudite, and now he came forward to report: "Grand Duke Elanhill also asked his subordinates to greet you on his behalf......"

"Isn't he following the path of Prime Minister Clark? Why are you slapping me again? General Zorn was aware of everything, and said with a look of disdain: "Left and right, he has a good calculation." But...... can be regarded as a sensible person, this red-clothed cannon is indeed a good thing! ”

The general of the Arrant Empire, he still doesn't know, and even the name of his cannon has been pitted by Chris. As for the red-coated cannon of the pit father, one weighs two and a half tons, and it is pushed back with a cart made of four wooden wheels all the way, which is called a difficulty.

Although the range seems to be very advantageous, the range of two or three miles basically does not pose any threat to real artillery, and the flowering shells of the pit father are far less practical than the solid shells.

But these are not the point, the point is that this artillery is indeed powerful, so powerful that General Zorn can't see any flaws at all. He was now fantasizing about himself defeating the Dosen Empire, with a variety of relaxed expressions.

"Slow down the army heading south to deal with the Dosen Empire! We have a great gift for the Dorson Empire! Hmph, hum, hum. General Zorn, who was already completely immersed in the joy of future victories, had even gotten carried away.

Just like the boys in the dormitory who were looking at the hairy patches, there was a tasteless sourness from beginning to end: "The kind of flowering bomb that I just experimented with...... It's not very good. ”

"Your Excellency, you have to think about it...... What a shock this kind of thing will cause when it appears in front of the enemy for the first time! The subordinate rubbed his hands together and said with a flattering look: "It's not strange that the other party will collapse at the first touch." ”

Zon thought about it, and it was actually true. Looking at the hill in the distance, which had regained its tranquility, he also felt that no one dared to stand in such an environment and persist in fighting. So he nodded, believing his men's explanations.