FFF Dragonbreath Launcher, also known as [Dragonbreath Launcher].
In the two years at The Dark Portal, there was nothing more significant than this.
This was the first time in human history that a cheap technological product had surpassed the field of magic.
Although it had many limitations, such as the inconvenience of transportation and the difficulty of oil extraction, no one could deny that without this thing, the Horde would have fought their way to Lordaeron and demanded King Terenas to come out and cut off his own head for the Orcs to kick as a ball.
Regardless of whether King Terenas admitted it or not, Duque had once again saved him and the Alliance.
Of course, there were still many side effects to this thing.
For example, the burning smell that lingered on the battlefield like a haze. For example, whenever the word "burning" was mentioned in the camp, a group of people would immediately vomit. Oh, it was vomiting and diarrhea, vomiting and vomiting until they threw up yesterday's breakfast.
The camp had to provide only vegetarian food for three consecutive days.
Also, without a big heart, it would be impossible to control this terrifying Dragonbreath Launcher.
Lothar ran to praise the group of heroes who had saved the Alliance.
He was surprised to find that all the flamethrowers were the Storm veterans who had retired due to injuries. Perhaps they had a broken arm or a crippled leg. According to the previous methods, they would either become useless and wait for death, or be abandoned during the retreat.
"My wife was torn in half by an Orc, and my child was burned alive by an Orc in the church. I am very grateful to Sir Marcus, he gave me a second life, so I can let those damned green-skinned creatures have a taste of their own medicine. "
"I was in the militia with my son at the time. I saw my son's neck bitten by a dying Orc, and he fell into a burning house with my own eyes. Since these beasts have caused my child to suffer unbearable pain, please allow me to send the flames of hell to these people who should all go to hell. "
Unparalleled hatred had forged their tenacious will.
Even if this immature weapon had all sorts of problems, they still chose to pick up the flamethrowers in their hands.
Lothar was in awe.
On the other hand, the Dalajan were the most enthusiastic about this revolutionary weapon. Even though they frantically asked Duque to unconditionally disclose all the data of the Dragonbreath Launcher, Makarov was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Unconditionally disclose? Sure! First, he had the Dalajan Library make everything from Breaking Dawn grimoires to acolytes' handbooks free of charge. We can think about it. "
"This is impossible!"
"Then, this is also the answer of my Lord, the youngest Morning Star Wizard, Duke of Stormwind Karazhan, Vice-Commander of the Alliance, His Excellency Duke Marcus. This is impossible!"
Makarov's reply was incomparably official, especially after he pointed out Duke's esteemed identity. It infuriated Dalaran and the other Archmages.
If it had been someone else, the Dalajan might have also made up his mind to frame him. However, don't forget that Duque was backed by Andoine and Laing. Lothar was the commander of the Alliance, Wrynn was the King of Stormwind, and behind them was an almost complete Stormwind. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians lived next door to the Dalajan.
If you dare to make a move, we will overturn the Alliance and destroy the Dalajan first.
Everyone in Makarov's FFF team was reliable, but no matter how reliable they were, it was easy for them to make mistakes in continuous battles.
The Dalajan and the damned Goblins had gotten their hands on a broken set of flamethrowers.
However, their replicas had all failed, and there had been a few explosions or fires.
The Dalajan had lost a few alchemy masters, and the Goblins … Alright, the crazy Goblins had lost a full three digits of researchers.
No one understood why there were so many problems with the seemingly simple system.
Firstly, there was the fuel. Fuel that had not been purified would easily block the nozzle, and under the constant pressure of the pump, the result would be an explosion. In theory, a less combustible fuel like kerosene would have the same burning effect. However, there was no concept of oil purification in this era. Even the kerosene used for gas lamps had a lot of impurities. Normal lighting was fine, but once pressure was applied, it would be strange if it did not explode.
Moreover, Duque's fuel had been adjusted for viscosity. It was too thin, and did not have the effect of burning when it touched the body. It was too sticky, and could easily be stuffed in a jar and burst.
Secondly, there was the pressure.
Apart from using the pump to compress the air, the liquid could be ejected further. Duque also added a small Wind Magic Formation. Once it was pressed, air would be injected into the jar.
Thirdly, there was the nozzle. The nozzle was specially designed to gradually shrink in order to increase the range. Moreover, the nozzle was specially designed to prevent the liquid from flowing back, and the valve would be closed the moment it stopped. If they did not do that, the flames would follow the liquid out and burn back into the fuel barrel, and it would still explode.
There was also a set of strict operating procedures, as well as safety measures such as removing the nozzle and the pipes of the compression tank when abandoning the broken flamethrower.
It would be strange if they could make a random imitation.
After fiddling with it for a whole week, no one could replicate it. Be it the Rotterdam or the Dalajan, they could only pinch their noses and accept it. They had no choice but to rent Duque's flamethrower team for ten thousand gold a month.
At first, Terenas wanted to use the name of the Alliance to pressure Duque.
However, Duque argued, "Your Majesty, you're wrong! I'm not trying to cheat you of your money, but the cost of refining the fuel is just that high. This is just the cost of the fuel. Without money, I can't make fuel. "
Duque personally brought Terenas, Mograine, and the others to visit a refinery that had eighteen jars that were taller than a person. Seeing that hundreds of workers had only managed to squeeze out a small amount of "fuel" after working for half an hour, Terenas was discouraged.
If they didn't pay, would they still defend the 200-kilometer line of defense from the Silverpine Forest to the Tirisfal Woodlands? How many people would be enough to fill it with lives?
Moreover, half of the Silverpine Forest was now occupied by the Horde, and Terenas was already annoyed to death by the nobles who had lost their territories. Those people squatted in front of the palace gate every day, screaming as if their entire family had died. At night, they would go to the state guesthouse to get free food and drinks. They would do whatever they wanted, do whatever they wanted.
If he paid, he would feel the pinch. There were four heavily guarded mountain passes, and it would be impossible to clear them all without two million gold coins a month.
However, Duque refused to marry Princess Kalia, so Terenas' great plot of "what belongs to the son-in-law is mine" could not succeed.
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