Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 272: Flamethrower

There are no swords, nor the dazzling runes when magic is activated.

Some are just strange big jars.

No, strange was not the right word, for Mograine recognized the objects—firemen's pumps.

Fire is definitely a nightmare for any big city.

A single flame, in the scorching heat of summer or the crisp air of autumn, can reduce an entire area to ashes. In this era of brick and wood houses, firefighting has always been a top priority in major cities.

The water pump is a good thing passed down from the dwarves.

A large bucket that is half a person's height and placed on a four-wheeled vehicle, plus a water pump that is pressed back and forth by hand, can be carried through any narrow street or alley and spray water on any burning house.

Now, Mograine had no idea what those fire pumps were spraying, but he was absolutely certain it wasn't water.

On each arrow tower, there were one or two men sweating profusely as they lifted and pressed the handle of the water pump back and forth, applying pressure to the liquid substance inside to make it spray out.

A torch placed in front of the nozzle is enough to ignite the spraying oil.

To put it bluntly, this is no different from those fire-breathing artists.

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

Standing on the tallest central tower of Shadowfang Keep, the Alliance leaders were stunned.

Shadowfang Keep was three kilometers away from the coastal defense line, but they could clearly see the long tongues of fire falling onto the battlefield, setting many orcs on fire and turning them into human torches, while turning half of the battlefield into a hell of fire.

The orcs tried to save their compatriots by beating them, but after being touched by the grease, the flames also came onto themselves. Even after jumping into the water, the flames still floated on the sea surface along with the grease and did not go out.

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

"No—this is not the fate of a warrior!"

As countless billows of black smoke rose up, shock waves of fear swept across the entire tribe's battle line.

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

"It's just some whale fat." Makaro bowed his head humbly to the King of Lordaeron. "But I need to remind the Alliance Commander Lord Lothar and the generals that in just a short while, we have burned fuel worth 30,000 gold coins. In fact, if we hold on for another ten minutes, we will be forced to stop the attack."

Lothar was a little embarrassed. Why did he hear in Stormwind that Duke had a lot of whale oil that could be distributed to the poor for lighting?

Of course, recently Lothar has also become "bad". He is fed up with the ugly behavior of those kings and nobles who are stingy when nothing is wrong, but cry out to the sky when something goes wrong.

A small pitfall for Terenas, Lothar would definitely be happy to see it.

Didn't you see that Terenas Menethil was already selling off his princess? With the threat of the core territory being destroyed, a few hundred thousand gold coins wouldn't be a big deal, right?

Lothar didn't expose him, so Makaro's remaining excuses were no longer useful. Duke originally told him that he could use the excuse that the oil purification method was very expensive.

Yes! It's just a matter of adding eight or ten layers of filters.

Of course, no one except Duke and Makaro knew this secret, nor was it possible for anyone to know it.

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

Nor would they have imagined that there would be plenty of fuel to replace whale fat.

This is the so-called limitation of the times. Ignorance, arrogance, and arrogance have blinded the eyes of most people, and the magicians' heads are only filled with things limited to the mysterious field.

Their thinking is bound by the so-called common sense that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

And Duke...

As a time traveler, Duke can give them some guidance!

The Horde is indeed very strong.

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

But now, this extremely powerful enemy in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of troops, 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 only need to move forward, using 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 overturned their common sense.

It had nothing to do with courage or personal combat power. It was simple knowledge of physics and chemistry that led to the orcs' utter defeat.

They lost the courage to charge forward frantically, and even launched deadly and brutal attacks on their compatriots who pushed them, just to escape from this hell of fire.

The orcs stopped their attack along the entire front from south to north. They gave up attacking the mountainous areas of Gilneas and gave up forcibly breaking through the coastal defenses of the Alliance. They turned north and fought along the beach to the North Stream Coast, looking for an opportunity to break through the coastal defenses and enter the Silver Pine Forest.

"We held on..." Whether it was Highlord Mograine at the front line, or Alliance leaders such as Lothar in Shadowfang Keep, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

As night fell, fighting at night was even more disadvantageous for humans, so the Alliance had no choice but to give up the plan of counterattacking the beach and drive all the orcs into the sea to feed the fish.

A truce overnight.

When the next morning came, the alliance was dumbfounded.

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

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 build a coastal defense line consisting of three wooden fences.

Not only did the Horde build a defense line, it also adjusted the direction of its main attack.

When the Horde attacked Sepulcher with all its might, all the elite troops of the top ten clans were hit, Lothar's face turned pale. King Terenas didn't even know when he had dropped the scepter in his hand, and stood there in a daze.

Dark Portal 2, April 1.

On this day that Duke found quite ironic, the Horde, with the Blackrock Clan orcs with a very high resistance to fire as the vanguard, captured the small town of Sepulcher in the Kingdom of Lordaeron in one fell swoop, and built a giant fortress in Sepulcher, using the fortress as a foothold to wage an offensive war against the Alliance.

After failing to break through the blockade of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron, the leader of the Horde army became worried.

To the north, they could not capture Lordaeron's Tirisfal defenses. To the east was Lordamere Lake, where Lordaeron's warships cruised on the lake, bombarding all Horde ships. To the south, the entire Shadowfang Keep was the best nail, nailing it there and preventing the Horde from making any progress.

FFF artificial dragon breath launcher, referred to as Dragon Breath Sprayer.

In the year 2 of Dark Portal, nothing was more groundbreaking than this.

This is the first time in human history that a cheap technological product has achieved a victory that is superior to magic.

Although it has many limitations, such as inconvenient transportation and difficulty in refining oil, no one can deny that without this thing, the Horde would have already reached the city of Lordaeron, clamoring for King Terenas to come out and cut off their heads for the orcs to kick around.

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

Of course, this thing has a lot of side effects.

For example, there is the burnt smell that lingers on the battlefield like smog for days. For example, once the word "burnt" is mentioned in the military camp, a group of people will immediately have diarrhea and vomit. Oh, it's diarrhea and vomiting, and they will vomit out yesterday's breakfast.

The barracks had to provide only vegetarian food for three consecutive days.

For example, someone without a big heart would not be able to control this terrifying dragon breath sprayer.

Lothar ran to commend the heroes who saved the Alliance.

I was surprised to find that all the flamethrowers were Stormwind veterans who had retired due to injuries. Perhaps they had a broken hand or a lame leg. According to the previous practice, they would either become useless and wait for death, or be abandoned during the great retreat.

"My wife was torn in half by an orc's hands, and my child was burned alive in the church by orcs. Thank you very much, Sir Edmund, for giving me a second life, so that I can let those damn greenskins taste the same pain."

"My son and I were in the militia at the time. I saw with my own eyes that my son was bitten on the neck by a dying orc and then fell into a burning house. Since these beasts made my child suffer unbearable pain, please allow me to send the flames of hell to these guys who all deserve to go to hell."

The immense hatred has created their strong will.

Even though this immature weapon always had various problems, they still chose to pick up the flamethrower.

Lothar stood in awe.

On the other hand, Dalaran was the most active in this epoch-making weapon. Although they frantically demanded Duke to unconditionally disclose all the data of the artificial dragon's breath launcher, Makaro remained unyielding.

"Open to the public without any conditions? Sure! First, make all the Dalaran Library's magic books, from the Master-class to the Mage Apprentice's Notebook, available to the public for free. Then we can consider it."

"This is impossible!"

"Then, this is also the answer from my Lord - the youngest Archmage, Duke of Karazhan of Stormwind Kingdom, and Deputy Commander of the Alliance, His Excellency Edmund Duke - this is impossible!"

Makaro's extremely official reply, especially after mentioning Duke's noble status, made several brain-dead mages in Dalaran very angry.

If it was anyone else, Dalaran might have decided to blackmail him. But don't forget, Duke is backed by Anduin and Llane. Lothar is the leader of the Alliance, Wrynn is the king of Stormwind, and behind them is a nearly complete Stormwind Kingdom, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians living right next door to you, Dalaran.

Every member of Makaro's FFF Regiment's flamethrower unit is reliable, but no matter how reliable they are, they are prone to mistakes in consecutive battles.

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

However, their imitations all failed, with several major explosions or fires occurring.

Several masters of alchemy died in Dalaran, and the goblins... well, the crazy goblins lost three-digit researchers.

No one understands why such a seemingly simple system would cause so many problems

First of all, the fuel. Unpurified fuel can easily clog the nozzle, and when it is continuously pressurized by a pump, the result is an explosion. In theory, replacing it with kerosene or something with lower flammability can have the same combustion effect. But in this era, there was no concept of oil purification. Even kerosene used in gas lamps has a lot of impurities. It is fine for ordinary ignition and lighting, but once pressurized, it would be strange if it didn't explode.

Duke's fuel is adjusted for viscosity. If it is too thin, it won't burn even if it touches your body. If it is too thick, it will easily explode when stuck in the can.

The second is to increase the pressure.

In addition to using a water pump to pressurize the air and spray the liquid farther, Duke also added a small wind magic circle, which would add air into the jar once pressed.

The third is the nozzle. The nozzle is specially designed. In order to have a longer range, the nozzle gradually shrinks. The nozzle part is specially made to prevent the backflow of droplets, and the valve will be closed at the moment of stopping. If this is not done, the flame will burn back into the fuel barrel along the sprayed liquid, and it will also explode.

In addition, there is a strict set of operating procedures, as well as safety and anti-theft measures such as unplugging the nozzle and the tube of the compression tank when abandoning a broken flamethrower.

It would be a miracle if they could make something out of it by just imitating it randomly.

After a week of intense tinkering, no one could replicate it. Lordaeron and Dalaran had no choice but to accept it. They had no choice but to rent Duke's flamethrower team, including the personnel and equipment, at a price of 10,000 gold coins per set per month.

At the beginning, Terenas wanted to use the name of the alliance to oppress Duke.

Who knew that Duke would say confidently: "Your Majesty, you are wronged! I am not cheating you out of your money, but the cost of refining fuel is so high. This is just the cost of fuel. Without money, I can't make fuel."

Duke personally took Terenas, Mograine and others to visit a refining plant with 18 large tanks taller than a person. Terenas was also discouraged when he saw hundreds of workers tinkering for half an hour to squeeze out a small bucket of "fuel".

If you don't pay me, do you still want to defend the 200-kilometer defense line from Silverpine Forest to Tirisfal Glades? How many people will be enough to fill it with human lives?

Besides, half of Silverpine Forest was occupied by the Horde, and Terenas had been fed up with the nobles who had lost their territories. Those guys squatted at the gate of the palace during the day, crying and shouting, looking like their entire family of 18 had died, and at night they went to the state guesthouse to eat and drink, have sex with girls, and dance.

Give me the money, but it hurts. I calculated that there are four passes that need to be defended, and it will take at least 2 million gold coins a month to complete them.

But Duke refused to marry Princess Calia, so Terenas's great conspiracy of "whoever is his son-in-law is mine" could not succeed.