It had to be said that the Draenei, who believed in the Holy Light, were simple. They knew nothing about economics or forgery.
"Do you mind if I splash a bucket of water on the Naaru?"
It was a strange request, but the Naaru agreed.
Duque splashed a bucket of water on the Naaru. The Holy Light creature, which was floating in the air and formed from many physical fragments of spiritual power, suddenly became a drowned rat.
Without the permission of the Naaru, the surrounding Draenei guards would go crazy if Duque did this. Because in front of the holy Naaru, any blasphemy was not allowed.
Unfortunately, firstly, Duque had the permission of the Naaru, and secondly, they wanted to see how the diluted Holy Water that Duque mentioned would be diluted.
The Naaru was drenched in water.
"Imriel, catch it with a bucket."
"Okay." Imriel eagerly went to catch the Holy Water.
The Draenei looked at Imriel, who was full of admiration, and used an empty bucket to catch the golden water droplets that flowed down the Naaru's body.
Imriel only took a small bucket, and Duque said, "That's enough."
"Huh? That's enough? "Imriel was surprised.
Was it enough?
Every Draenei had their own doubts.
Who knew, when everyone saw Duque put a small spoon into the bucket, and thought that Duque was going to confirm the concentration, Duque said, "Come, pour this spoon into the reservoir outside the hall. After diluting, it will be the Holy Water that the Beastmen need. "
"Pfft!" The Draenei all spat.
How big was the reservoir outside?
To a certain Transmigrator's standard, it was bigger than a standard swimming pool of 50 meters by 25 meters.
The Draenei used it to collect rainwater from the rain and filter it for the citizens to drink.
Hey hey! Wouldn't the Beastmen complain if it was diluted like this?
Duque said with pity, "Those Fel Orcs have too much demonic blood in their bodies. Suddenly giving them high-purity Holy Water is tantamount to feeding them poison. This diluted Holy Water is just right. "
Duque's words made sense, and the Draenei all nodded, praising the Alliance for being so thoughtful.
If it weren't for Duque's secret instructions in Karazhan, even Jaina and Vanessa would have treated him as a saint.
"It doesn't matter even if it's diluted to a thousandth. It's fine as long as it can heal faster than the Beastmen. Listen up, we can fake the content by 1%, but the packaging can't be weak. Didn't Kul 'Tiras sell hundreds of thousands of fist-sized glass bottles last time? Just use that thing to pretend! Then, he would harshly extort money from the tribe. I'll leave the details to you. "
Jaina giggled. "What if Sal objects?"
Du Moke said righteously, "Do you have an opinion? He's trying to save his people! "
"What if there really is?"
Du Ze thought of a very famous advertising slogan before he transmigrated and decisively changed it. "Then tell him that we don't sell holy water, we are just porters of holy light!"
Wow, what a high-end and classy line.
The Alliance and the Horde worked hand in hand. This time, they might have to squeeze out all the Horde's mines.
What Duque was doing now was not only cooperation, but he also did not forget to complete the Alliance's industrial revolution.
Technological and industrial progress required primitive accumulation.
After all, the Alliance and the Horde did not share the same wallet, so of course they had to keep accounts.
Where did the armor come from?
Where did the steel for the cannons come from?
Where did the steel for the tanks come from?
They were all fucking mines.
The Alliance controlled almost all of the mines in Azeroth, so could the Horde still walk the same path as the Alliance?
Of course not!
This was Duque walking the Alliance's path, leaving the Horde with no way out.
If Sal had been in power for a longer time in this life, and the Alliance and the Horde had a harmonious relationship, Duque did not mind giving the Horde a piece of the soup, or even a small piece of meat. What if it was like in his previous life?
In any case, Sal was about to step into Nagrand. It seemed that he would soon complete the profession change from a simple Warrior to an Elemental Shaman.
It all depended on whether his brain had been damaged by the Shaman's Path of Nature.
Time: January 24, the Horde's Stronghold on the Hellfire Peninsula, Salma, had to change its purpose as soon as it was built. In the end, the 120,000 Fel Orcs turned Salma into a huge refugee camp.
Because they had to spend a lot of manpower and resources to take care of these crazy compatriots, the Horde's frontlines almost came to a standstill.
At this time, the main force of the Alliance, led by Varian, had to resist the counterattack from the Moon Shadow Valley at the Windrunner Stronghold in the southeast of Terokka Forest.
There was still no news of Illidan.
However, a huge object that should have only appeared at the gate of the Black Temple appeared at the border between Moon Shadow Valley and Terokka Forest — the Doom Walker.
This thing was also a product of black technology.
In appearance, it was similar to the Fel Reaver in the Hellfire Peninsula.
But this Boss Reaver, which was the product of Eredar's black technology, was much more powerful.
It was not that the Alliance did not work hard, but Eggy had a Gundam.
That was what he was talking about.
With a height of more than ten stories, the mechanical giant that looked like it used steam but was actually powered by dark energy, could cause an earthquake with just a raise of its hand or a kick.
It had a huge force that could be calculated in tons, and if it were to hit any Alliance or Horde hero, the effect would be f * cking crushing.
A slightly weaker Warrior profession would be insta-killed if it went up.
Not to mention the armor that was made of an unknown alloy.
At one point, the Alliance sent the Black Pearl over, but even with the Black Pearl's largest cannon, a single blast merely left a shallow white mark on its breastplate.
Only the highest level Epic weapon at the current stage, or the attack of a Radiant Moon Mage or above, could hurt this thing.
No one knew who was controlling it, but anyway, the Doom Walker was a hundred times more cunning than the original history. It did not attack the Windrunner Stronghold, but rampaged in the southeast of Terokka Forest, desperately destroying the Alliance's supply troops. It kicked a tank or a dozen transport insects.
William was so angry that he was going crazy.
At the same time, Vashj did something that made the Alliance's balls ache — she found a secret passage from Zangarmarsh to Terokka Forest.
Duque did not know what secret passage it was.
Perhaps it was a waterway that already existed, or an underground river or something.
Anyway, from late December to early January, a total of twenty days, the Alliance's supply was suddenly interrupted by the Naga troops eleven times.
Because the Alliance was now integrating air and land transportation, even the transport teams had Flying Ships patrolling and protecting them. They moved during the day and stopped at night, so in reality, the loss of human lives was not big. Most of the ones that died were the transport insects.
However, delaying the supply was a victory!
Shattrath City had tens of thousands of mouths, and the roads were not smooth. Just the consumption of supplies alone was an astronomical figure.
"No! We must get rid of Vashj first! "
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