Chapter 324: Violent Crossing

After a long negotiation, Terenas accepted Duke's discounted package — only 1.6 million Azeroth gold coins per month, half of which could be owed, and the other half must be paid in cash. All debts could be mortgaged with precious artworks or valuable goldware.

In exchange, Duke provided the Flame Spray Team, promising that as long as the flamethrower soldiers didn't die, he could replenish those flamethrowers damaged under normal use, and provide all the fuel needed for the campaign.

Jandice was puzzled by Duke's actions.

"Teacher, uh, Duke, why are you doing this?" Jandice had seen Duke twist a valve under the tank that was about to produce fuel, and then a massive amount of fuel flowed out of the giant tank next to it. The flow rate made Jandice think of exaggerated words like 'dam break' and 'river decline'.

Jandice blinked, looking at the strange block letters inscribed on the body of the flamethrower. As soon as the valve was pressed, those inscriptions would glow with yellow magic light: "Or is it that the biggest cost of producing the FFF Artificial Dragon Breath Launcher is these mysterious inscriptions?"

Duke glanced at the 'inscriptions' above, his face turning red for a rare moment.

What was written were all Chinese characters, such as:

"Burn it! Burn it! Burn it all!"

"Hahaha! Die, couples!"

"Traitors who betray the Single Dog Alliance must be burned to death."

"This is the genuine product of Duke, all goblin knock-offs can go to hell!"

Duke coughed hard, putting on a serious teacher's demeanor: "Hmm, those are anti-theft things. Once the inscriptions are damaged, it will affect the operation of the launcher. Of course, the key is not this."

"Then it is..."

Duke patted Jandice's head: "You didn't leak the secret of the Dragon Breath Sprayer, I'm very happy. In fact, I'm thinking not just about this war, the war will end with the victory of humans, the difference is how much we win, how much each country pays, so I have started to plan for post-war."

"Post-war!?" Jandice's eyes widened in surprise.

What a far-sighted plan!

While the orc offensive was like fire, the whole continent was still mired in the quagmire of war, and every human couldn't see the future, Duke had already started thinking about balancing the most powerful Lordaeron in the Alliance after the war... If this was true, then compared to Duke, her father was not on the same level.

Duke gazed into the distance, his black eyes becoming incredibly deep, like the endless starry sky, giving Jandice a feeling that she would never see through, but unknowingly fell into it.

The big hand touching her head was warm with an unusual sense of warmth.

For many years, even her closest relatives had never been so affectionate to her. Her father was cold and ruthless, only looking at the balance of interests. Her mother was busy with magic. And her two younger brothers were like sharks in the womb, starting to cultivate their own forces to prepare to devour each other in the future...

And Duke, this young mage who was supposed to be her teacher, gave her the warmth she had longed for but never received.

In her heart, Jandice sighed quietly: "Ah, if only Duke were my husband. Peaceful, safe... But, he definitely wouldn't want me, my father's asking price, even the king can't afford..."

Jandice knew very well the character of her bastard father. For the sake of family interests, he would definitely use her marriage to squeeze the maximum benefits for the Barov family.

Lowering her head slightly, Jandice let out a silent sigh.

In the Horde camp near Sepulcher, Grom Hellscream also let out a deep sigh.

For the first time, he felt the weight on his shoulders.

He originally thought that if 200,000 of the 400,000 orcs on the western front crossed the sea, they could destroy all humans on the northern continent.

With the new transport ships modified by the goblins, the Horde managed to land 320,000 orcs this time, and 250,000 of them were soldiers. Grom thought it was a sure win. Who knew that humans would come up with some fire-spewing weapons.

He didn't know what that was, but once you got smeared with that sticky stuff, you could expect to be burned all over.

Except for the Blackrock clan, which had a relatively high natural fire resistance, others would mostly die once they got smeared.

To save the food transported from the transport ships, Grom had to order the wounded soldiers to lead the charge in each attack, consuming the enemy's fire.

The only consolation was that the enemy didn't have too many fire-spraying devices, and the range wasn't too far. Even on the arrow tower, it could only shoot about twenty meters away, and it was even closer on the ground.

First use long-range weapons, such as catapults, to bombard a round, even if sacrificing a part of the people, you can still pull the humans into close combat. But every time they were about to win, killing most of the humans, these disgusting fire weapons would appear again.

Making the Horde fail every time.

Now, the area near Sepulcher has become a meat grinder, with the Alliance and the Horde dying tens of thousands of people here every day.

Sensing the slight footsteps behind him, Grom didn't turn his head: "How's the situation in the rear?"

Appearing from the vague air was the Blademaster Samuro: "Gul'dan has summoned more of our brethren from the Dark Portal. Although the combat power has declined, at least the number has been replenished. Now, Rend Blackhand and his brother are leading 300,000 orcs to attack Arathi Highlands."

"Huh! They can't even take that bridge, can those two pups from the Blackhand family do it?" Grom was fierce, but when he met someone who could take his three axes without dying, a certain person who was a militia captain, a prince of Stromgarde, and whose surname was Trollbane, Grom couldn't stand up in the enemy line.

"No! It's not just a simple attack from the bridge. Now Gul'dan suggests filling up the strait first."

"Fill it up? Didn't they say it couldn't be done before?"

Indeed, the Horde had tried before, but the stones or clumps of soil they threw in were washed away and disappeared in an instant. After a few days of throwing, the turbulent strait didn't seem to narrow at all, and then the Horde gave up treatment.

"No, Gul'dan was inspired by how the humans blocked our transport ships. He told Rend Blackhand 'the stones were not big enough before, as long as you throw down a big enough boulder, you can also block the strait'. Rend did as he was told, and is now reinforcing the area where the Alliance blocked the strait."

Grom was incredibly surprised: "Okay, I have to say, humans are a smart race, but it's a pity that we finally have Gul'dan willing to give advice on our side."

"Blocking the strait and creating a passage that allows the army to pass will take about two weeks."

"Alright, then I'll keep the human main force pinned down here." Flames ignited in Grom's eyes.