After haggling for a long time, Terenas accepted Duque's preferential package — only 1.6 million Arathor gold coins per month. Half of it could be owed, the other half had to be paid in cash, and the rest could be mortgaged with precious art or precious gold.
In exchange, Duque provided 300 FFF flamethrower teams, promising that as long as the flamethrowers did not die, he would try his best to repair the flamethrowers that were damaged under normal use, as well as provide all the fuel needed for the battle.
Ilusia did not understand Duque's approach.
"Teacher, uh, Duque, why are you doing this?" Ilusia had seen with her own eyes how Duque twisted a valve under the tank that was about to release the finished fuel, and then a huge amount of fuel flowed out of the huge tank next to it. That flow made Ilusia think of exaggerated words like "a broken dam" and "a deteriorating river".
Ilusia blinked and looked at the strange square inscriptions engraved on the flamethrower gun. As long as the valve was pressed, the inscriptions would glow with a yellow magical light. "Or is it that the biggest cost of producing the FFF artificial Dragon's Breath Launchers are these mysterious inscriptions?"
Duque glanced at the "inscriptions" on it and blushed, which was a rare sight.
Written on it were some Chinese characters, such as:
"Burn! Burn! Burn all of them! "
"Hahaha! Die lovers! "
"Traitors who betray the single dog alliance must all be burned to death."
"This is Master Duque's original. Goblin pirated dogs, die!"
Duque coughed hard and put on a serious face. "Well, those are anti-theft items. Once the inscriptions are damaged, it will affect the operation of the launchers. Of course, that's not the most important thing. "
"That's …"
Duque touched Ilusia's head. "I'm very happy that you did not leak the secret of the Dragon's Breath Launchers. Actually, I'm not just thinking about this war anymore. The war will end with the humans' victory. The only difference is how much we win and how much each country has to pay. So, I've already started planning for the post-war. "
"Post-war!?" Ilusia's eyes widened in shock.
What a far-sighted plan!
While the Orcs were attacking like fire and the whole continent was still in a quagmire of war, when every human could not see the future clearly, Duque was already thinking of keeping the strongest Alliance, Lordaeron, in check after the war … If this was true, then his father was not on the same level as Duque.
Duque looked into the distance. His black eyes became incomparably deep, like the endless starry sky. It gave Illucia a feeling that she would never be able to see through him, but she would unknowingly fall into it.
The big hand that was caressing her head felt a strange sense of warmth in the warmth.
How many years had it been? Not even his closest family had been so affectionate to him. His father was cold and heartless, and he only looked at the scales of benefits. Mother was busy with magic. The two younger brothers were already like sharks in their mother's womb, beginning to cultivate each other's forces, preparing to devour each other in the future …
And Duque, the young mage who claimed to be her master, gave her the warmth that she had longed for for a long time.
In her heart, Ilusia sighed. Sigh, if only Duque was my husband. Peace of mind, safety … But he will definitely not accept me. Father's asking price is something that even the king cannot afford …
Ilusia was very clear about her bastard father's character. For the sake of the family's interests, he would definitely use her marriage to maximize the benefits of the Barov family.
Lowering her head lightly, Ilusia let out a silent sigh.
In Thurbercher's Horde's camp, Grom Hellscream let out a deep sigh as well.
For the first time, he felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.
He had thought that only 200,000 of the 400,000 Orcs that crossed the sea from the Western Front would be able to destroy the humans of the entire Northern Continent.
With the new transport ships that had been modified by the Goblins, the Horde had a total of 320,000 Orcs that had successfully landed, and 250,000 of them were Warriors. Grom had thought that victory was in the bag. Who knew that the humans would come up with some kind of fire-breathing weapon?
They did not know what it was, but once they came into contact with that sticky thing, they could only wait for their entire body to burn.
Apart from the Blackrock tribe who were naturally resistant to fire, the others would most likely die if they came into contact with it.
In order to save on the food that was transported from the transport ships, Grom had to order the injured to take the lead in every attack to reduce the enemy's firepower.
The only fortunate thing was that the enemy did not have too many fire-breathing devices, and their range was not too far. Even from the archer towers, they could only shoot about 20 meters away. If they were on the ground, it would be even closer.
First, they would use long-range weapons like catapults to attack. At the risk of sacrificing some of their people, they could still pull the humans into close combat. However, every time they were about to win and kill most of the humans, these disgusting fire-breathing weapons would appear.
Every time the Horde failed, the Horde would fail.
Now, the area around Serbercher had become a meat grinder. Tens of thousands of Alliance and Horde members died here every day.
Sensing light footsteps behind him, Grom did not even turn around, "What's the situation at the back?"
Sword Saint Samuro appeared from the blurry air. "Gul 'dan has gathered more compatriots from the Door of Darkness. Although their combat power has decreased, at least they have made up for it in terms of numbers. Rend Blackhand and his brother are now leading 300,000 Beastmen to attack the Arathi Highlands. "
"Hmph! Even I can't break through that bridge. Can those two brats from the Blackhand family do it? " Grom was ferocious, but if he met someone who could take three blows from him without dying, he would not be able to do anything. This person was a militia captain named Prince of Torbane.
"No! It's not just attacking from the bridge. Gul 'dan suggests that we fill in the strait. "
"Fill in the strait? Didn't you say it was impossible? "
Indeed, the Horde had tried before, but the moment they threw rocks or clods, they would be swept away. After a few days, the rapid strait did not seem to be narrowing at all, so the Horde gave up.
"No, Gul 'dan got inspiration from the humans blocking our transport ships. He told Rend Blackhand that the rocks weren't big enough. As long as we throw a big enough rock, we can still block the strait. Rend did as he was told and is now reinforcing the strait. "
Grom was stunned, "Alright, I have to say, the humans are a smart race. It's a pity we finally have Gul 'dan on our side."
"Sealing the strait and creating a passageway for the army to pass through will take about two weeks."
"Alright, then I'll nail the main force of the humans here." Flames burned in Grom's eyes.
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