Chapter 28
My Empire Chapter 28
2020-11-03
Chapter 28 28 The magic of mortalsAt the same time, on the other side of the world, a huge tower soars like a cloud Inside, Frenzberg 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.
Frentsberg 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 that interesting symbol.
This was the first time he was interested in a symbol that didn't flow with magic, and apparently the box had nothing to do with magic. But Frenzberg still thought it was very interesting, so interesting that he forgot the meditation that he had to do every day all.
Pushing open the drawer-like box, Franzberg pinched a tiny piece of wood from the inside—if you put it in front of Alanhill civilians who are familiar with it, they will surely be able to It is easy to tell that this is a match produced by the "Double Happiness" match factory in Mayne...
I rubbed the match with the phosphorous head on the side of the matchbox with great interest. Immediately burst out a small but beautiful flame. With the sound of "zi", the smell of sulfur was 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 little by little, with a playful expression 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, but on the fingers of Frenzberg. Jump more joyfully.
"teacher." A youngster wearing 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. , are you going to dine here, or are you going downstairs..."
"Don't disturb me while I'm thinking...William..." The flames on the fingers twisted, Franz Berg obviously didn't like to be disturbed by others, 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 flame baring fangs and brandishing claws, as if it was going to devour human life, but in the next second, it disappeared from frenzberg's clothes, as if it never existed the same.
The majestic Frenzberg stood up from the chair and looked towards the apprentice who lowered his head and dared not speak again: "William... Do you think this thing called a match by the businessman is a Isn't it very convenient?"
"teacher...we can easily control the Power of Raging Flames..." The young apprentice named William replied respectfully.
"Yeah... In the Land of Fire, we can easily control the irritable Power of Raging Flames, use it as energy, and use it to kill and defend..." Franz Bay Grid went to the door and put his hand on William's shoulder: "It can even be used to light a fire..."
"But those mortals also have this power now... They can It’s a kind of progress to light things easily.” Frenzberg didn’t even look at his apprentice William, passed him, and walked towards the downward spiral staircase: “Even ants are motivated, you guys I have to work harder..."
"Yes! teacher!" William helped Franzberg close the door and turned around to follow along. He walked very carefully, for fear of disturbing the big magician walking in front of him.
"That's right." Frenzberg suddenly stopped himself on the spiraling stairs and looked back at William instructed: "Let those businessmen get more, some, What is the name of that country... Love, Alanhill, give me something from Alanhill, and I will reward you."
"Yes! teacher!" William seemed to only answer this one sentence, still So opening replied.
In his opinion, whatever comes out of the magic tower is enough to get rid of those pathetic low-level creatures. Those merchants who travel to and from various countries are humble, greedy and incompetent garbage, all of which are slaves driven by the magic tower.
Frenzberg doesn't need to think about what his disc is thinking without knowing what his disc is thinking. After he ordered his explanation, he continued downstairs without looking back, walking neither fast nor slow.
In this world, power is the root of everything, and only the most powerful magician of the most powerful people is the respectable "God". Frenzberg has known this for a long time, because he is on this path that keeps climbing to the top.
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"bang!" A cannon sound shook the earth, and the sky-high fire represented the progress of this era, and also represented 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 war.
Seeing the deafening rumbling sound 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 city wall of the average city.
A solid 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 memory, only the magician recorded in the book can do such unimaginable 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 replicate such a weapon, turning all his armies into powerful "Magic Legions". With such an army, he can swept across the entire mortal kingdom and build an unprecedented Great Empire!
"Okay!" Suddenly, General Zorn shouted a word that was close to venting. He pressed his sword, and for a while he even had a ten thousand zhang feeling of ambition. He is the confidant of Emperor Your Majesty, and he deserves to do something for Emperor Your Majesty.
"You mean, Alanhill dukedom uses this thing to deduct taxes?" He turned to his side, looked towards the trusted messenger beside him, and asked.
The messenger received a large amount of bribes in Alanhill, and also did such a good thing. Naturally, it was very popular, and immediately bent over to report: "General, they said they hope to use this thing to pay. Tax, I promised them in private 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 Alanhill , stroking the hard icy cold with his hands, a feeling of enjoying the beauty's smooth and tender skin.
"Order the workshop, according to the blueprint provided by Archduke Alanhill, to make me 100 such cannons!" What is this thing?"
You see, people are sometimes emotional creatures like this, and when you think of a person's goodness, you will naturally think of the person's honorific title. Chris was finally fortunate to have transformed from "that person" into the glorious "Grand Duke Alanhill".
"My lord, he calls this cannon a 'red-clothed cannon'..." The subordinate, with a learned look, went forward and reported, "Archduke Alanhill asked his subordinates to replace him. Greetings to your lord..."
"Isn't he following Prime Minister Clark's path? Why is he trying to curry favor with me again?" Good calculus. But... he is also a sensible person, this red-clothed cannon is indeed a good thing!"
This general of the Arrant Empire, who still does not know the name of his cannon , were all pitted by Chris. As for that stupid red-clothed cannon, each one weighs two and a half tons, and it is pushed back by a car made of four wooden wheels along the way.
Although the range seems to be very advantageous, the range of two or three miles will basically not cause any threat to the real artillery.
But that's not the point, the point is that this artillery is really powerful, so powerful that General Zorn can't see any weak spot 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's slow down the army going south to deal with the Dothan Empire! We will prepare a big gift for the Dothan Empire! hmph hmph hmph hum." General Zorn, who was completely immersed in the joy of future victory , and even got carried away.
Like those boys in the dormitory who were watching the porn, there was a tasteless sourness from beginning to end: "The kind of blooming bullet that I just experimented with... The effect is actually not very good. ."
"Sir, think about it... This thing, the first time it appears in front of the enemy, how shocking it will be!" The man rubbed his hands and said flatteringly. : "It's not surprising that the other party has collapsed on the first encounter."
Zon thought about it, and this is actually the truth. 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.
(end of this chapter)