Stratholme God

   Chapter 103 [Noon has arrived] (recommended ticket)

   Generally speaking, the humans of Azeroth are really bad at playing with gunpowder.

   The most sickly blaster is the goblin. Every year, there are at least three-digit goblin scientists who turn themselves into N parts in the flames and explosions and send them to the sky, or paste them on the wall.

   Relatively speaking, it is the dwarf who is relatively safe, that is, the level of 50 steps and 100 steps. The dwarf thing is just not so tragic.

  The arrival of sand sculpture players has rewritten this pattern.

  When these so-called operators obtained a large number of [heavy stones] from McDonald's mines and processed them into [dense explosive powder], the big bombing plan was automatically put on the agenda.

   After testing, it was found that the power of [Dense Explosive Powder] was far superior to that of black powder, but inferior to TNT, one by one, [Fat Man] and [Little Boy] were put on the agenda.

  Lack of means of transport?

   Gryphon on parallel shipping arrangement.

  Lack of bomb casings?

  Thorium Shell to find out.

   is not powerful enough?

   Add 100 million more magic agate!

   For players who have no real cost, they add a lot of magic gems to Riga, which makes the Mayor Barthelas, who is in charge of logistics, almost heartbroken.

   This is meow, there are more magic gems than gunpowder, right?

  People are mixing milk into the water, and the player is playing with water, and it becomes sprinkled into the high-concentrated milk tablet.

   Outsiders thought that a large number of fragile magic gems could not withstand the violent turbulence of griffins in flight.

   However, the amazing player who had been trained in 'how to make an egg fall from a high altitude in a box without breaking', 'invented' the coup of using socks to hold the gems in place.

   Specifically, put the fragile magic agate in the middle of a sock, then knot the ends of the sock, and then lengthen the sock, and fix the mouth and end of the sock to the metal wall of the bomb core. A lot of cotton is stuffed outside the socks for shock absorption.

  Finally, if the dense explosive powder contained in the outer layer is triggered by a fuze to explode, the magic gem will be broken in a chain, releasing the amazing energy contained in it.

   This makes the final power of the bomb far superior to the TNT bomb of the same specification.

   Of course, so is the price.

   A bomb costs more than 30,000 gold coins!

   Stratholme's buyers bought almost all the magic gems that could be bought in Dalaran. Because of ruining the market, they were interfered by the Kirin Tor Council, and finally 'only' 7 gems were made.

   This kind of super-spec bomber, since the beginning of its creation, Losar has received a lot of complaints, and people of all ethnic groups despise these guys.

   Contrary to Lothar’s expectations, the imagined big bang in the R&D stage did not happen.

  When the copycat Stuka bombarded the bird (Griffin) and threw the 500-pound bomb into the center of the orc camp with a dive bomb, the orcs were terrified by the apocalyptic sight.

  The flames from the explosion and the trumpet mushroom cloud are second, the key is that the terrifying sound really frightened the orcs.

  A lot of illiterate orcs were really frightened by this huge sound and light.

  Especially when the flames pushed over the mountains and seas, turning all the animal hide tents into torches, turning the heroic orc warriors into mature men, and turning the wolf warriors into scorched wolf steaks, many orcs collapsed.

   They shouted in horror, renounced their weapons and glory, and scurried about like blind-headed flies.

   At the same time, a small number of orcs were attacked by the blood of demons, and they were extremely disliked by these cowards. They even took axe and slashed these cowardly orcs from other clans with all their might.

   Huge chaos engulfed five or six camps around.

  According to military parlance, this is Ying Xiao!

  The chaos began to intensify as the second and third big bombs were dropped!

   Even in winter, the fire and smoke are still clearly visible dozens of kilometers away.

   "It can't go on like this!" Orgrim roared, snatching an ordinary iron warhammer from the guards beside him, and threw it at a large turquoise bomb that continued to fall.

   I have to say, anyone who plays [Doom Hammer] is not bad at throwing a hammer.

  The one-meter-long warhammer swirled at a speed of three revolutions per second, staggering across the airspace of 100 meters, accurately hitting the rapidly falling large bomb.

   "Bang!" A huge explosion sounded, and Orgrim's fluorescent green face just smiled a little, and his expression immediately froze.

  【Space-Time Ranger】flying in the sky laughed wickedly: "Dear, have you heard of cluster bombs?"

  This batch of bombs is different from the first batch.

  The other camps are pure big bombs, killing people by explosions and flames.

  Since this is the main camp of the Black Rock clan, the bombs sent here are naturally made up.

   The shell of the bomb itself uses a combination of Thorium and Mithril.

  It's not even an alloy without a good reconciliation of the two metals, and as a result, the outer shell is unusually brittle. When the flying warhammer hit the bomb, it also triggered the fuse above.

   It’s just that a large number of sub-munitions exploded.

The    dynamite will mix the iron lump about the size of your thumb, and it will explode like a pear blossom in a rainstorm.

   The worst thing is that Orgrim unintentionally helped this huge cottage cluster bomb complete a true [air explosion], which greatly increased its killing range.

The black stone orcs within a diameter of two hundred meters were easily shot by the shards that splashed out. These heroic orc warriors did not die under the swords of human beings, but fell down like chopped wheat in large swaths. Grim's eyes were red.

   "Mix..."

   Before the warchief could finish cursing, a gryphon rushed through the turbulent stream of flames, swooped down, and grabbed one of Orgrim's personal guards into the air with one claws.

"Do not--"

In the face of Orgrim, another griffin swooped down, and its sharp claws ignored the resistance of the orcs and tore it in half, the stench of viscera and flesh fell from the sky and fell to Orgrim. In front of him, he seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

  Orgrim finally couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed a guard: "Tell Zuluhed, I want all his dragoons to come here immediately! Immediately! Immediately! Do you understand?"

"clear!"

  At eleven o'clock in the morning, under the leadership of Zuluhed riding an adult fire dragon, more than a thousand dragon-mawed orcs rode young dragons and led more than five thousand young dragons to the Hillsbrad Hills area.

   A terrifying sky battle in which both sides poured all their air forces into the sky began.

   Dazzling fireballs, cold crossbow arrows, and flashing storm hammers staggered recklessly in the void.

   Every moment, every minute, every second, unfortunate riders, griffins or flying dragons screamed and fell from the sky, smashing into large patties.

  Perhaps, falling to death is lucky!

  Killing both sides with red eyes, you can often see griffins or flying dragons, chasing down enemies who have fallen but not yet dead, and shredding them in the air before they fall to the ground.

In Eagle's Nest Mountain, McDonald's, who received the latest information, flicked the cloak behind him, put out the cigar that was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers, but he had never smoked, and pulled out the short-barreled musket around his waist with one hand, with the muzzle pointing to the sky. Then he turned his head to face the four heroes who were already ready to go behind him, smiled, and said the code to start action:

   "It's noon!"

   (end of this chapter)