Chapter 325 The Golden Ten Thousand Taels at the Sound of the Dragon's Breath (Subscribe)

FFF Artificial Dragon Breath Launcher, referred to as [Dragon Breath Sprayer].

In the 2 years of the Dark Portal, nothing is more epoch-making than this stuff.

This is the first time in human history that a low-cost technological product has surpassed the field of magic.

Although it has many limitations, such as inconvenient transportation, difficulty in oil refining, etc., no one can deny that if there is no such thing, the Horde has already attacked the city of Lordaeron, clamoring for King Terenas to get out , cut off his own head and kicked it as a ball for the orcs.

Whether King Terenas admits it or not, Duke saves it again, saves the Alliance once more.

Of course, there are still many side effects of this stuff.

For example, the burnt smell that lingers on the battlefield like smog for many days. For example, once the word "burnt" is mentioned in the barracks, a group of people immediately vomited. Spit it all out.

The barracks had to serve only vegetarian food for three days in a row.

For another example, a guy without a big heart cannot control this terrifying dragon's breath sprayer.

Lothar went to honor the heroes who saved the alliance.

Surprised to find that all the flamethrowers are Storm veterans who once retired due to injuries. Maybe it was a broken hand, or a limped leg. According to the previous practice, they were either reduced to cripples and waited to die, or they were abandoned during the big retreat.

"My wife was torn in half by the hands of an orc, and my child was burned alive in the church by the orc. Thank you so much, Lord Marcus, for giving me a second life so that I Those bloody greenskins taste the same."

"I was in the militia with my son, and I watched my son get bitten by the neck by a dying orc and fall into a burning house. Since this group of beasts made my child suffer The pain I have endured, please allow me to send the flames of hell to this group of guys who all deserve to go to hell."

The incomparable hatred created their tenacious will.

Even though this immature weapon will always have various situations, they still chose to pick up the flamethrower in their hands.

Lothar was in awe.

On the other hand, for this epoch-making weapon, Dalaran is the most active. Although they frantically asked Duke to unconditionally disclose all the data of the artificial dragon's breath transmitter, Markaro remained silent.

"Unconditional release? Yes! Let the Dalaran library release everything from Xiri-level magic books to mage apprentice handbooks for free. Then we can think about it."

"This is impossible!"

"Then, this is also the reply of my lord—the youngest Morning Star mage, Duke of Karazhan of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the deputy commander of the alliance, Your Excellency Duke Marcus—it's impossible!"

Makaro's incomparably official reply, especially after naming Duke's honorable status, pissed off several brain-twitching archmages in Dalaran.

If it was someone else, maybe Dalaran would also make up his mind to hack him. But don't forget, behind Duke are Anduin and Ryan. Lothar is the commander of the alliance, and Wrynn is the King of Stormwind. Behind them is a nearly complete Kingdom of Stormwind. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians just live next door to Dalaran.

If you dare to do black hands, we dare to overthrow the alliance and destroy your damn Dalaran first.

Everyone in Macaro's FFF Regiment Spitfire is reliable, but no matter how reliable they are, they are prone to mistakes in successive battles.

Both Dalaran and the damn goblins got a set of broken flamethrowers.

However, their imitation failed, and there were several large explosions or fires.

Dalaran killed several masters of alchemy, and goblins... well, crazy goblins killed three figures of researchers.

No one has figured out why there are so many problems in a seemingly simple system.

The first is the fuel. Unpurified fuel can easily block the nozzle. If the pump is not stopped for pressurization, the result will be an explosion. In theory, changing to kerosene with lower combustibility will have the same combustion effect. But in this era, there is no concept of oil purification at all. Even the kerosene used for gas lamps has a lot of impurities. Ordinary ignition and lighting are okay. Once it is pressurized, it will be strange if it does not explode.

Moreover, Duke's fuel has been adjusted for consistency, it is too thin, and it does not have the effect of burning when it is stained on the body. Too viscous and easy to pop in a jar.

The second is pressurization.

In addition to pressurizing the water pump to achieve the effect of compressing the air to spray the liquid farther. Duke also added a small wind magic circle, which fills the jar with air once pressed.

The third is the spout. The nozzle is specially designed, in order to have a longer range, the nozzle gradually shrinks. Moreover, the nozzle part is specially made to prevent the backflow of liquid droplets, and the valve will be closed at the moment of stop. If you don't do this, the flame will follow the sprayed liquid and burn back into the fuel barrel, and it will still explode.

Coupled with a set of strict operating procedures, there are also safety and anti-theft measures such as unplugging the nozzle and the tube of the compression tank when discarding the broken flamethrower.

Random imitation, it is really a ghost to be able to create it.

I worked nervously for a whole week, but no one could imitate it. Whether it is Lordaeron or Dalaran, I can only pinch my nose to recognize it. They had to rent Duke's fire-breathing team with their equipment at a price of 10,000 gold coins per month.

At first Terenas also wanted to oppress Duke in the name of the league.

Who knew that Duke had plausible words: "Your Majesty is wronged! I'm not cheating on your money, but the cost of refining fuel is so high. It's just fuel costs. Without money, I can't change fuel."

Duke personally took Terenas, Mograine and others to visit a refining plant with 18 large jars taller than a person. Seeing hundreds of workers working for half an hour to squeeze out such a small amount of 'fuel', Terenas was also discouraged.

Don't give me money, why don't you still defend the 200-kilometer defense line from Silverpine Forest to Tirisfal Woodland? How many people are enough to fill it with human lives?

What's more, now that half of the Silverpine Forest is occupied by tribes, Terenas has long been annoyed to death by those big nobles who have lost their territories. Those guys squatted at the gate of the palace every day, screaming for heaven and earth, looking like a tragic family of eighteen dead, and ran to the state guesthouse at night to eat and drink, and they should dance and dance.

Give me the money, it hurts so much. After doing the math, there are four key defense passes, and it's impossible to do without two million gold coins a month.

However, Duke refused to marry Princess Kalia desperately, which made Terenas' great conspiracy of "my son-in-law is mine" fail to succeed.