As a result, after a long day of bargaining, Terenus accepted Duke's preferential package - only 1,600,000 gold coins per month, half of which could be owed and half had to be paid in cash, and all the arrears could be pledged by precious works of art or precious gold objects. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In exchange, Duke provided 300 FFF Flamethrower Teams, promising that as long as the Flamethrowers did not die, he would be able to make up for any flamethrowers that were damaged under normal use, as well as provide all the fuel needed for the campaign.

Illusia was puzzled by Duke's approach.

"Teacher, uh, Duke, why are you doing this?" Illusia had seen Duke twist a valve open from under the canister that was about to flow out of the finished fuel, and then a huge amount of fuel flowed out of the huge canister next to him. The flow of the river made Illusia think of exaggerated words such as 'the dam bursting' and 'the river is dying'.

Illusia blinked, looking at the strange square-lettered inscriptions engraved on the flamethrower gun, and as long as she pressed the valve, she would see those inscriptions glow with yellow magic: "Or is it that the biggest cost of producing FFF artificial dragon breath launchers is these mysterious inscriptions?"

Duke glanced at the 'inscription' on it, and his face blushed.

Written on it are all Chinese characters, such as:

"Burn it, burn it, burn it all!"

"Hahaha! Death to lovers!"

"Traitors who betray the League of Single Dogs are to be burned. ”

"This is Uncle Duke's genuine, goblin pirate dogs are all to death!"

Duke coughed vigorously and put on a serious and strict appearance: "Well, those are anti-theft things, once the inscription is damaged, it will affect the operation of the launcher." Of course, the biggest key is not this. ”

"That's ......"

Duke stroked Illusia's head, "I'm glad you didn't divulge the secret of the Dragon's Breath Trolls." Actually, I think it's not just about this war, the war will definitely end in the victory of mankind, the difference is how much you win, how much each country pays, so I have already begun to plan for the post-war period. ”

"After the war!?" Illusia's eyes widened in shock.

What a foresight!

At a time when the orcs are on fire, the entire continent is still mired in war, and every human cannot see the future clearly, Duke has already begun to think of balancing the most powerful Lordaeron in the alliance after the war...... If this is true, then the father is not at all on the same level as Duke.

Duke looked into the distance, his black eyes becoming incomparably deeper, like the endless starry sky, giving Illusia the feeling that she would never be able to see through it, but she was unconsciously trapped in it.

The big hand touching her head melon, there is a strange sense of warmth in the warmth.

For many years, even my closest relatives have never been so affectionate to me. The father was ruthless and only looked at the balance of interests. Mother was busy with magic. And the two younger brothers are already like sharks in their mother's womb, beginning to cultivate each other's power, preparing to devour each other in the future......

And Duke, the young mage who claimed to be her master, gave her the warmth she had longed for but never received.

In her heart, Illusia sighed secretly: "Alas, it would be nice if Duke were my husband. Peace of mind, safety and ...... It's just that he won't want me, and even the king can't afford my father's asking price......"

Illusia is well aware of her bastard father's virtues, and for the sake of the family, she will definitely use her marriage to extract the maximum benefits for the Barov family.

Lowering her head slightly, Illusia let out a silent sigh.

In the tribal camp of Serberchel, Grom Hellroar also let out a deep sigh.

For the first time, he felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

I thought that the 400,000 orcs on the Western Front crossed the sea, and as long as 200,000 of them successfully landed, they could destroy the humans of the entire northern continent.

Relying on the new transport ships that have been transformed by goblins, the tribe has successfully landed 320,000 orcs this time, and 250,000 are soldiers, and Grom thinks that nine out of ten are safe. Who knew that humans would come up with some fire-breathing weapons.

I don't know what it is, but once you get on that slimy thing, just wait for your whole body to be burned.

Except for the Blackstone clan, which has a relatively high innate flame resistance, most of the others will die once they are touched.

In order to save the food brought from the transport ship, Grom had to give the order for the wounded to take the lead and consume the opponent's flames for each attack.

The only good thing is that the opponent's flame spraying device is not too much, and the range is not too far, even on the arrow tower, it can only shoot about twenty meters away, if it is on the ground, it will be closer.

Using a ranged weapon, such as a catapult, to blast a round and sacrifice some people in a desperate way can still pull humans into melee combat. It's just that every time you are about to win a complete victory and kill almost all the humans, it is often this disgusting flame weapon that appears.

Let the tribe fall short every time.

Now, the vicinity of Thurberchel has become a meat grinder, where tens of thousands of people die every day for the Alliance and the Horde.

Noticing the slight footsteps behind him, Grom didn't look back: "What's going on in the rear?"

Emerging from the blurred air was the Sword Saint Samuro: "Gul'dan has recruited more of his compatriots from the Dark Gate. Although the combat power has decreased, at least the number of people has made up for it. Now led by the two brothers Red *Black Hand 300,000 orcs to attack the Arathi Heights. ”

"Hmph! I can't even attack that bridge, but those two little cubs of the Black Hand family can do it?" Grom was very fierce, but when he met a guy who could take him three axes without dying, someone who was read as a militia captain, wrote as Prince of Riptide Castle, and whose surname was Thorbain, Grom couldn't stand up in the enemy line.

"No! It's not just from the bridge. Now Gul'dan proposes to fill in that strait first. ”

"Didn't you say you couldn't do it before?"

Indeed, the tribe had not tried before, but if they dropped a stone or a clod of earth, they were swept away and disappeared. After a few days, the turbulent strait did not narrow at all, and then the tribe gave up treatment.

"No, Gul'dan was inspired by the human blockade of our transport ships. Tell Red Black Hand 'It was because the rocks weren't big enough before, and if you drop a boulder big enough, you can just as much stop the strait'. Red did so, and at this point he was reinforcing the Coalition Blockade Channel. ”

Grom was stunned when he heard this: "Well, I have to say, humans are a smart race, but it's a pity that we finally have Guldanken on our side to come up with an idea." ”

"It will take about two weeks to seal off the strait and create a passage through which the army can pass. ”

"Okay, then I'll crucify the main force of humanity here. Grom's eyes lit up with fire. (To be continued.) )