As a result, after bargaining for half a day, Terenas accepted Duke's discount package - only 1.6 million Alaso gold coins per month, half of which can be owed, and half must be paid in cash. All debts can be mortgaged with precious art or expensive instruments.

In exchange, Duke provides 300 FF Flame Throwers, promising that as long as the Flame Throwers are not dead, he can try to make up for flamethrowers that are damaged under normal use, and provide the fuel required for all campaigns.

Ilushia was puzzled about Duke's approach.

"Teacher, uh, Duke, why do you do this?" Ilushia saw Duke twisting a valve from under the can that was about to flow out of the finished fuel, and then a huge amount of fuel flowed out of the huge can next to it. That flow made Ilushia think of exaggerated words such as "dam breaking the dam" and "river falls down".

Ilushia blinked and looked at the strange cube-shaped inscriptions engraved on the flamethrower gun. As long as you press the valve, you will see the inscriptions with yellow magic light: "Or, is the biggest cost of producing the FF artificial dragon breath emitters, which are these mysterious inscriptions?"

Duke glanced at the "inscription" on it, and his old face turned red with a rare glance.

All the Chinese characters are written on it, such as:

"Burn! Burn! Burn all!"

"Hahaha! Go to die for the couple!"

"The traitors who betrayed the Singles Alliance will be burned to death."

"This is the genuine version of Mr. Duke, and the goblins and pirated dogs will die!"

Duke coughed hard and looked like a serious and strict teacher: "Well, those are anti-theft things. Once the inscription is damaged, it will affect the operation of the launcher. Of course, the biggest key is not this."

“That’s…”

Duke touched Ilushia's head: "I'm very happy that you didn't reveal the secret of the Dragon Breath Troll. In fact, I'm not just thinking about this war. The war will definitely end with the victory of mankind. The difference is how much you win and how much each country pays, so I have already started to plan for the post-war."

"After the war!?" Ilushia's eyes widened in shock.

What a foresight!

When the orc offensive was like fire, the entire continent was still trapped in the quagmire of war. When every human being could not see the future clearly, Duke had already begun to think about the most powerful Lordaeron in the post-war checks and balances alliance... If this is true, then his father was not on the same level as Duke.

Duke looked into the distance, his black eyes became extremely deep, as if the endless starry sky, giving Ilushia a feeling that she would never see through but would fall into it without realizing it.

The big hand touching her head, there was a strange sense of warmth in the warmth.

For many years, even my closest relatives have never been so intimate with me. My father is cruel and ruthless, only looking at the balance of interests. My mother is busy with magic. And the two younger brothers are like sharks in the womb, starting to cultivate each other's power and prepare to swallow each other in the future...

Duke, the young mage who claims to be her master, gave her the warmth she had longed for but never received.

In his heart, Ilushia sighed secretly: "Oh, it would be great if Duke was my husband. Safe and safe...but he would definitely not ask me. Even the king could not bear the price he asked for..."

Ilushia knew very well the virtues of her bastard father. For the sake of family interests, she would definitely use her marriage to exploit the maximum benefits for the Barov family.

With his head down gently, Ilushia sighed silently.

In Thurberchell's tribal camp, Grom Hellscream also let out a deep sigh.

For the first time, he felt the burden on his shoulders was heavy.

It was originally thought that the 400,000 orcs on the western front would cross the sea, as long as 200,000 successfully landed, they would destroy the entire northern continent.

Relying on the new transport ship transformed by goblins, the tribe successfully landed 320,000 orcs, and 250,000 were war soldiers. Grom thought he was sure to win. Who knew that humans would make some fire-breathing weapons?

I don’t know what it is, but once it gets stuck in that sticky thing, I’ll wait for my whole body to get burned.

Except for the Black Stone clan, which is naturally highly resistant to flames, the rest will probably be dead once they get involved.

In order to save food transported from the transport ship, Grom had to order the wounded soldiers to take the lead and consume the opponent's flames in every attack.

The only thanks is that the opponent does not have too many devices to spray flames, and the range is not too far. Even on the arrow tower, it can only shoot about twenty meters away. If it is on the ground, it will be closer.

First use ranged weapons, such as catapults, and sacrificing some people, to pull humans into close combat. However, whenever they are about to win and kill humans, this kind of disgusting flame weapon often appears again.

Let the tribe fail every time.

Now, the neighborhood of Thurberchell has become a meat grinder, and the Alliance and the Tribe have to die here every day.

He noticed the slight footsteps behind him, and Grom didn't look back: "What's going on behind?"

The sword saint Samuro appeared from the blurry air: "Gul'dan attracted more compatriots from the Dark Gate. Although his combat power has decreased, at least the number of people has been supplemented. Now, the two brothers Red* Black Hand led 300,000 orcs to attack the Arachi Highlands."

"Hmph! Even I can't attack that bridge. Can those two little kids from the Black Hand family do it?" Grom was very fierce, but when he met someone who could pick him up three axes and never died. Someone who read it as the captain of the militia and wrote as the prince of the Rapids Castle, and his surname is Thorbain, Grom could not stand up in the enemy's camp.

"No! It's not just attacking from the bridge. Now Gul'dan suggests filling that strait first."

"Fill it up? Didn't you say you couldn't do it before?"

Indeed, the tribe had not tried it before, but after leaving stones or dirt, it was washed away and disappeared. After a few days of losing it, the turbulent strait did not narrow at all, and then the tribe gave up treatment.

"No, Gul'dan got inspiration from human blocking our transport ships. Tell Red* the black hand that 'before it was because the stone was not big enough. As long as you smash a big big rock, you can also block the strait'. Red did as he did and reinforced it at this time the Alliance Blocked strait."

Grom was extremely shocked: "Well, I have to say that humans are a smart race, but unfortunately, Gul'dan is finally willing to come up with an idea."

"It will take about two weeks to block the strait and create a passage that allows the army to pass through."

"Okay, then I'll nail the main force of humanity to death here." A raging flame ignited in Grom's eyes.

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Chapter completed!