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Some of them are just bizarre big jars.

No, it's not appropriate to say it's bizarre, because Mograini recognized the thing—the fireman's pump.

Fires are an absolute nightmare for any big city.

A single flame can turn an entire area to ashes on a hot summer day or in a crisp autumn season. In this era of brick and wood houses, fire protection has always been the top priority in various large cities.

The water pump is a good thing from the dwarves.

A large bucket of water about half a person tall on a four-wheeled vehicle, plus a pump that is pressed back and forth by human hand, can walk through any narrow street and spray water on any burning house.

Now, Mograini doesn't know what these fire pumps are spraying, and he's absolutely sure it's not water.

On each tower, one or two men sweated back and forth, pressing the handle of the lower pump, applying pressure to the liquid substance inside, allowing it to eject out.

And a torch placed in front of the nozzle is enough to ignite the oil sprayed.

To put it bluntly, it's indistinguishable from those fire-breathing entertainers.

However, when it came to the idea of applying this thing on a large scale on the battlefield, Duke was definitely the first.

Standing on the tallest central tower of Shadowfang Castle, the Alliance's bigwigs were dumbfounded.

Shadowfang Castle was a full three kilometers away from the coastal defenses, but they clearly saw that after the long tongue of fire fell on the battlefield, it turned many orcs into humanoid torches, and at the same time turned a small half of the battlefield into a hell of flames.

The orcs tried to save their compatriots by slapping and other means, but after getting grease, they drew the flames on themselves, and even if they jumped into the water, the flames still floated on the surface of the sea with the grease and did not go out.

"Ancestors are above! This is the flame of the devil!"

"No — that's not what the Warriors should do!"

As countless billowing black smoke rose, a shockwave of fear swept through the entire horde's battle.

"What is this?!" Terenus held out his finger in horror, the shaking finger revealing the shock inside him.

"Just some whale fat. Makaro humbly bowed his head to King Lordaeron: "But it is necessary for me to remind the Commander of the Alliance, His Excellency Lothar and the Generals, that in just a short time, we have burned fuel worth 30,000 gold coins. In fact, hold out for another ten minutes and we will be forced to stop attacking. ”

Lothar was a little embarrassed, because when he was in Stormwind City, he heard that Duke had a lot of whale fat in his hands and could be used to light lamps for the poor?

Of course, lately Lothar has also become 'bad'. He was fed up with the ugly style of kings and nobles who didn't pull out a dime when they had nothing to do, and grabbed the sky and the earth when they had something.

A little pit of Tyrenus, Lothar would be happy to see it.

Don't you see that the other Tyrenus * Minethiel is already going to sell the princess? Under the threat of the possible destruction of the core territory, a mere 100,000 gold coins is not a problem, right?

Lothar didn't debunk it, and Macaro didn't use the rest of the rhetoric. Originally, Duke told him that it could be inferred that the way of oil purification was expensive.

That's right, it's a matter of adding 10 layers and 8 layers of filters.

Of course, no one except Duke and Macaro knew the secret, and it was impossible to find out.

They wouldn't have imagined that grease could be used in this way, and that fire pumps could be used to breathe fire.

It is not even possible to think about how much fuel is needed to replace whale fat.

This is the so-called limitation of the times, ignorance, arrogance, and arrogance blind most people, and the magicians only have in their heads what is limited to the realm of the occult

They are bound by the so-called common sense that has not changed for thousands of years.

And Duke ......

Duke, who is a traverser, is just right to give them a hint of the maze!

The tribe is indeed strong.

Humans once thought that it would be impossible to defeat orcs on land unless they had a complete defense line or five times more troops.

But right now, this enemy, who is incomparably powerful in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of troops and countless generals and wise men, is being crushed by an army that is completely unfamiliar to this world.

The orcs are invincible in hand-to-hand combat, they just need to know that they will go all the way, destroy everything that stands in their way with their strong bodies and solid weapons, and then humanity will be defeated.

At this moment, humanity has subverted their common sense.

It has nothing to do with courage, it has nothing to do with personal combat power, this is simple knowledge of physics and chemistry, and it makes the orcs completely defeated.

They have lost the courage to rush forward frantically, and even inflict deadly and vicious attacks on their compatriots who push them. Just to escape from this hell of flames.

On the entire front, from south to north, the orcs stopped attacking. They gave up attacking the alpine region of Gilneth and forcibly breaking through the Allied coastal defenses, and they turned north, along the sandy beaches until they reached the northerly coast, looking for an opportunity to break through the coastal defenses and turn into the Silver Pine Forest.

"Hold the ......" Whether it was the Great Lord Mograini at the forefront or the Alliance Bosses such as Lothar in Shadowfang Castle, they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

At night, night battles are even more unfavorable to humans, and the alliance can only abandon the plan to counterattack the beach and drive all the orcs into the sea to feed the fish.

A one-night truce.

When the next morning, the League was dumbfounded.

In the morning mist, along the coastline, a long high wall appeared.

No one expected that the orc leader would have such a powerful mind - more than 200,000 orcs dismantled all the transport ships overnight, and then used the wood of the ships to create a coastal defense line consisting of three wooden fences.

Not only did they build a defensive line, but the tribe also adjusted the direction of their main attack.

When Lothar was hit by the elite of all the top ten clans of the tribe and attacked Seberchel with all his might, Lothar's face turned blue, and King Terenus didn't even know when he would throw away the scepter in his hand, so he froze in place.

Dark Gate 2/4/1.

On this ironic day, the Horde used the Blackstone Orcs, who had a fairly high flame resistance, as the vanguard, to capture the town of Theberchel, the kingdom of Lordaeron, and built a giant walled city in Serberchel, using the walled city as a foothold to fight against the Alliance.

After being unable to break through the resistance of Lordaeron's royal guards, the leader of this tribe army was worried.

To the north, they were unable to capture Lordaeron's Tirisfa line. To the east was Lake Lordanmere, where Lordaeron's warships cruised and bombarded the ships of all tribes. To the south, the entire Shadowfang Castle is the best nail, nailed there, so that the tribe cannot enter. (To be continued.) )