There were no swords, nor were there any glaring runes.
There were only strange jars.
No, strange was not the right word, because Mograine recognized them. They were firemen's water pumps.
Fire was definitely the nightmare of any big city.
A single flame could turn an entire area into ashes in the scorching summer or the cool autumn weather. In this era where houses were built with bricks and wood, fire protection was the most important thing in every city.
The water pump was a treasure passed down from the dwarves.
A large bucket of water placed on a four-wheeled cart that was half the height of a person and a pump that was pushed back and forth by human hands could walk through any narrow streets and alleys and spray water onto any house that was on fire.
Mograine did not know what these water pumps were spraying, but he was sure that it was not water.
On every watchtower, there were one or two men, sweating profusely, lifting and pressing the handle of the water pump, exerting pressure on the liquid inside, causing it to spray out.
A torch placed in front of the nozzle was enough to ignite the oil.
To put it bluntly, this was no different from those fire-breathing entertainers.
However, Duque was definitely the first to use this thing on a large scale on the battlefield.
Standing on the tallest tower of the Shadowfang Citadel, the leaders of the Alliance were stunned.
The Shadowfang Citadel was three kilometers away from the coastal defense line, but they could clearly see the flames landing on the battlefield, turning many Beastmen into human torches, and turning half of the battlefield into a fiery hell.
The Beastmen tried to save their comrades by slapping them, but when they touched the oil, the flames spread to them as well. Even when they jumped into the water, the flames were still floating on the surface of the sea, not extinguished.
"Ancestors above! This is the flame of a demon! "
"No — this is not the end of a warrior!"
As black smoke billowed into the air, a terrifying shockwave swept across the entire Horde.
"What is this?!" Terenas reached out a trembling finger. The shaking finger betrayed the shock in his heart.
"It's just some whale oil." Makarov humbly bowed his head to the king of Lordaeron. "But I have to remind the Alliance Commander Lothar and the other generals that we've burned thirty thousand gold coins worth of fuel in that short period of time. In fact, if we hold on for another ten minutes, we will be forced to stop attacking. "
Lothar was a little embarrassed. When he was in Storm City, he heard that Duque had so much whale fat that he could use it to light lamps for the poor.
Of course, Lothar had also become 'bad' recently. He was fed up with the ugly behavior of the kings and nobles who were stingy when there was nothing to do, and screamed when there was something to do.
Lothar would definitely be happy to see Terenas get into trouble.
Didn't they see that Terenas Menethil was even willing to sell his princess? With the threat of the core territory being destroyed, a mere million gold coins shouldn't be a problem, right?
Since Lothar did not expose him, the rest of Makarov's excuse was useless. Originally, Duque had told him that the method of oil purification was very expensive.
That's right! It was just a matter of adding a few more layers of filters.
Of course, other than Duque and Makarov, no one else knew about this secret, nor would they try to understand it.
They would never have thought that oil could be used in this way, or that fire pumps could be used to spray fire.
They would never have thought that oil could be used in this way, or that there was an endless supply of fuel to replace whale oil.
This was the so-called limitations of the era. Ignorance, arrogance, and arrogance had blinded the eyes of most people, and the minds of the mages were only filled with knowledge that was limited to the Mystical Realm.
They were bound by the so-called common sense that had not changed for thousands of years.
As for Duque …
As a transmigrator, Duque was the perfect person to guide them!
The Horde was indeed very strong.
Humans once thought that unless they had a complete defense line or more than five times the number of soldiers, it would be impossible to defeat the Orcs on land.
But right now, the enemy that was unparalleled in the eyes of countless generals and wise men was being crushed by an army that was completely foreign to this world.
The Orcs were invincible in hand-to-hand combat. They only needed to know how to advance, using their strong bodies and sturdy weapons to destroy everything in front of them, and then the humans would definitely be defeated.
At this moment, the humans had subverted their common sense.
It had nothing to do with courage or personal combat ability. This was simple knowledge of physics and chemistry, and it completely defeated the Orcs.
They lost the courage to charge forward madly, and even launched fatal attacks against their compatriots who pushed and shoved them. Just to escape from this hell of flames.
The Orcs stopped attacking the entire front line from south to north. They gave up on attacking the high mountains of Gilnis, and they also gave up on breaking through the Alliance's coastal defense line. They turned north, following the beach all the way to the North Stream Coast, looking for a chance to break through the coastal defense line and enter the Silverpine Forest.
"We held it …" Whether it was Highlord Mograine at the frontline, or Noxus and the other Alliance leaders at the Shadowfang Castle, they all let out a long sigh of relief.
It was nighttime, and fighting at night was even more disadvantageous to the humans. The Alliance could only give up on counterattacking the beach and drive all the Orcs into the sea to feed the fish.
A night of truce.
When the next morning came, the Alliance was dumbfounded.
In the morning fog, along the coastline, there was a tall wall.
No one expected the Orc leader to be so smart. More than 200,000 Orcs dismantled all the transport ships in one night, and then used the wood of the ships to build a coastal defense line consisting of three wooden fences.
Not only did they build a defense line, but the Horde also changed the direction of their main attack.
When Noxus was attacked by the Horde, all the elites of the top 10 clans attacked Sebercher, Noxus' face turned green. King Terenas did not even know when he dropped the scepter in his hand, and stood there in a daze.
The Dark Portal 2, 1st of April.
On this day that Duque felt was quite ironic, the Horde used the Blackrock Clan's Orcs, who had high fire resistance, as the vanguard, and took down the small town of Sebercher in one fell swoop. They built a huge stronghold in Sebercher, and used the stronghold as a foothold to fight against the Alliance.
After not being able to break through the royal guards of Lordaeron, the leader of the Horde army was worried.
If they went north, they would not be able to take down Lordaeron's Tirisfal defense line. If they went east, they would not be able to take down Lordaeron's Tirisfal defense line. If they went south, the entire Shadowfang Castle was the best nail. It was there, and the Horde could not advance.
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