Chapter 324 The Power of Knowledge (for Subscription)

There are no swords, no glaring runes when magic is cast.

Some are just strange big jars.

No, strange would not be appropriate, because Mograine recognized those things—the fireman's water pump.

Fire is definitely the nightmare of any big city.

A single flame can turn an entire region into ashes in the scorching summer or the crisp autumn season. In this era of brick and wood houses, fire protection has always been the top priority of every big city.

Water pumps are a good thing passed down from the dwarves.

A large water bucket half the height of a person, placed on a four-wheeled cart, plus a water pump that is pushed back and forth by hand, can walk through any narrow streets and alleys, and spray water on any burning house.

Now, Mograine didn't know what those fire pumps were spraying, and he was absolutely certain it wasn't water.

On each arrow tower, there are one or two men sweating like rain, lifting and pressing the handle of the water pump back and forth, exerting pressure on the liquid substance inside to make it spray out.

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

To put it bluntly, this is indistinguishable from those entertainers who perform fire-breathing.

However, Duke is definitely the first to think of applying this thing on the battlefield on a large scale.

Standing on the tallest central tower of Shadowfang Castle, the bigwigs of the alliance were dumbfounded.

Shadowfang Castle was a full three kilometers away from the coastal defense line, but they clearly saw the long tongues of flame falling on the battlefield, lighting many orcs into human torches, and turning half of the battlefield into a hell of flames.

The orcs tried to save their compatriots by beating and other methods, but after being stained with oil, they also drew the flames to themselves. Even if they jumped into the water, the flames still floated on the sea surface with the oil and did not go out.

"My ancestors! This is the flame of the devil!"

"No—this is not what the Warriors deserve!"

As countless billows of black smoke rose up, the shock wave of fear swept across the battle lines of the entire tribe.

"What is this?!" Terenas stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and the shaking fingers revealed the shock in his heart.

"It's just some whale fat." Makaro bowed his head humbly to the King of Lordaeron: "However, I need to remind Lord Lothar, the alliance commander, and all the generals, that just a short while ago, we have already Fuel worth 30,000 gold coins was burned. In fact, if we persist for another ten minutes, we will be forced to stop the attack."

Lothar is a bit embarrassing. When he was in Stormwind City, he heard that Duke had a lot of whale oil that could be distributed to the poor to light lamps?

Of course, Lothar has also become 'bad' recently. He was fed up with the ugly behavior of those kings and nobles who were stingy when they were not busy, and rushed to the sky when they were busy.

Lothar is absolutely happy to see Terenas in a small pit.

Haven't you seen that Terenas Menethil already wants to sell the princess? Under the threat of the possible destruction of the core territory, a mere one million or hundreds of thousands of gold coins is not a problem, right?

Lothar didn't expose it, and the rest of Markaro's rhetoric was useless. Originally, Duke told him that it can be inferred that the method of oil purification is very expensive.

right! What's the matter with adding ten more layers of eight-layer filters.

Of course, no one except Duke and Marcaro knew this secret, and it was impossible to understand it.

They would never imagine that grease can be used in this way, and fire pumps can also be used to spray fire.

Not to mention, how much fuel is needed to replace whale oil.

This is the so-called limitation of the times. Ignorance, ignorance, arrogance, and arrogance blind the eyes of most people, and magicians only have things in their heads that are limited to the mysterious field

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

And Duke...

As a time traveler, Duke just happened to give them some guidance!

Horde is really strong.

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

But right now, this extremely powerful enemy in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of 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 how to move forward and use their strong bodies and solid weapons to destroy everything that stands in their way, and then humans will definitely be defeated.

At this moment, humans have subverted their common sense.

It has nothing to do with courage or personal combat power. It is simple knowledge of physics and chemistry that completely defeats the orcs.

They lost the courage to rush forward madly, and even made deadly and fierce attacks on their compatriots who pushed and shoved them. Just to escape from this fiery hell.

On the entire front, from south to north, the orcs stopped attacking. They gave up attacking the high mountain area of ​​Gilneas, and also gave up forcibly breaking through the alliance's coastal defenses. They turned to the north, followed the sandy beach to the north stream coast, looking for opportunities to break through the coastal defenses and turned into the Silverpine Forest.

"Hold it..." Whether it was the high lord Mograine at the forefront, or Lothar in Shadowfang Castle and other alliance bosses, they all let out a long sigh of relief.

It was night, and night battles were even more detrimental to humans. The Alliance could only give up its plan to counterattack the beach and drive all the orcs into the sea to feed the fish.

An overnight truce.

When the next morning came, the league was dumbfounded.

In the morning mist, along the coastline, a long and tall wall unexpectedly appeared.

No one expected that the leader of the orcs would have such a powerful mind—more than two hundred thousand orcs dismantled all the transport ships overnight, and then used the wood of the ships to build a coastal defense line consisting of three wooden fences.

Not only has the line of defense been built, the tribe has also adjusted the direction of the main attack.

Lothar was hit by the elite of all the top ten clans from the tribe, and when he attacked Sepulcher with all his strength, Lothar's face turned blue, and King Terenas didn't even know when he lost the scepter in his hand. He stood there blankly.

Dark Portal April 1, 2020.

On this day that Duke found quite ironic, the tribe took the orcs of the Blackrock clan with high fire resistance as the vanguard, captured the small town of Sepulcher in the Kingdom of Lordaeron in one fell swoop, and built a huge fortress in Sepulcher, Taking the Walled City as a foothold, they fought against the Alliance.

After being unable to break through Lordaeron's royal guard, the leader of the Horde army became worried.

To the north, they were unable to take Lordaeron's Tirisfal defenses. To the east is Lake Lordaeron, where Lordaeron's warships cruise on the lake, bombarding all the tribe's ships. To the south, the whole of Shadowfang Keep is the best nail, nailed there, so that the Horde cannot advance an inch.