Stratholme God

Chapter 103 [It's Noon] (Please recommend a ticket)

Generally speaking, humans in Azeroth are really not very good at playing with gunpowder.

The most debilitating blasters are the goblins. Every year, there are at least three figures of goblin scientists who, amidst the flames and explosions, transform themselves into N parts and send them to the sky, or paste them on the wall.

Relatively speaking, the dwarf is relatively safe, that is, the level of fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps. The dwarf's stuff is just that he didn't die so tragically.

But the arrival of sand sculpture players has rewritten this pattern.

When these so-called operatives obtained a large amount 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 [Dense Explosive Powder] was far more powerful than black powder, but inferior to TNT, and each copycat [Fat Man] and [Little Boy] was put on the agenda.

Lack of transportation?

Griffin Parallel Delivery Arrangement on.

Lack of bomb casings?

Take a look at the thorium shell.

Not powerful enough?

Add another [-] million points of magic agate!

For players who have no clue about the cost, they add a lot of magic gems to it, which makes the mayor Barthilas who is in charge of logistics almost have a heart attack.

Damn it, there are more magic gems than gunpowder, right?
People mix milk into the water, and the players are playing with it, and it turns into sprinkling water into highly concentrated milk tablets.

Outsiders thought that a large number of fragile magic gems would not be able to withstand the violent bumps when the griffin flew.

However, after being trained on 'how to make an egg fall from a high altitude in a box without breaking', the magic player 'invented' the trick of fixing gems with socks.

Specifically, put the fragile magic agate in the middle of a sock, then tie the two ends of the sock, then stretch 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 the fuze to explode, the chain will cause the magic gemstone to shatter, releasing the amazing energy contained in it.

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

Of course, so is the price.

A bomb costs more than 3 gold coins!
Stratholme's buyers bought almost all the magic gemstones that could be bought in the Dalaran market. Because they disrupted the market, they were even interfered by the Kirin Tor Council, and in the end only 7 were made.

Lothar has received a large number of complaints since the beginning of the creation of this super-standard bomber, and people of all ethnic groups despise these guys.

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, the imaginary big bang in the research and development stage did not happen.

The orcs were terrified by the apocalyptic sight when the Stuka Bomberbird (Griffon), an accurate dive bomb, dropped the 500-pound bomber in the middle of the orc camp.

The flames produced by the explosion and the small mushroom cloud were second, but the key point was that the terrifying sound really frightened the orcs.

Many uneducated orcs were really frightened by the huge sound and light.

Especially when the raging flames pushed over, turning all the hide camps into torches, turning brave orc warriors into adults, and turning wolves into charred wolf steaks, many orcs collapsed.

They yelled in terror, dropped their weapons and their glory, and scurried about like blind flies.

At the same time, a small group of orcs were extremely displeased with these cowards because of the blood attack of the demons, so they actually raised their axes and slashed and killed these cowardly orcs from other clans desperately.

Huge chaos swept through five or six camps around.

According to the military, this is Yingxiao!
The chaos began to intensify as the second and third big bombs were dropped!
Even in winter, the flames and thick smoke can still be clearly seen tens of kilometers away.

"We can't go on like this!" Orgrim growled, grabbed an ordinary iron warhammer from the guards around him, and aimed at a big turquoise bomb that continued to drop.

It has to be said that anyone who plays [Doomhammer] has the same skill in throwing the hammer.

The one-meter-long warhammer spun at a speed of three laps per second. It crossed the airspace of a hundred meters and hit the big bomb that was falling rapidly.

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

The [Time and Space Ranger] who flew in the sky smirked: "Darling, have you heard of cluster bombs?"

This batch of bombs is different from the first batch.

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

Since this is the camp of the Blackstone Clan, the bombs sent here are naturally loaded with ingredients.

The shell of the bomb itself is a mixture of Thorium and Mithril.

It's not even an alloy without a good blend of the two metals, and as a result, the shell is unusually brittle.When the flying war hammer hit the bomb, it also triggered the fuze on it.

It's just that what exploded was a large number of submunitions.

The explosives will be mixed with iron bumps about the size of a thumb, which will explode like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

The worst thing is that Orgrim unintentionally helped this huge counterfeit cluster bomb complete a real [air blast], greatly increasing its killing range.

The black stone orcs within a diameter of 200 meters were easily shot by the fragments splashed out. These heroic orc warriors did not die under the sword of humans, but large pieces fell down like cut wheat. Rem's eyes were red.

"mix……"

Before the great chief could finish cursing, a griffin rushed through the turbulent flow of flames, swooped down, and grabbed one of Orgrim's personal guards into the air with one claw.

"Do not--"

In front of Orgrim, another griffin pounced down, ignoring the orc's resistance with its sharp claws, and tore it in half alive. The stinky internal organs and flesh fell from the sky and fell to Orgrim. In front of him, it seemed to be mocking his incompetence.

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

"understand!"

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

A terrifying sky battle in which both sides devoted all their air forces began.

Dazzling fireballs, cold crossbow bolts, and flickering storm hammers criss-crossed in the void.

Every moment, every minute, every second, there are unfortunate riders, griffins, or flying dragons screaming and falling from the middle of the sky, falling into large patties.

Perhaps, falling to death is luck!

The two sides who are red-eyed can often see griffins or flying dragons, chasing down enemies who have fallen but have not died yet, tearing them into pieces in mid-air before they fall to the ground.

Eagle's Nest Mountain, after receiving the latest information, McDonald flicked the cloak behind him, put out the cigar that was held between his index and middle fingers but hadn't even smoked, and pulled out the short-barreled musket at his waist with one hand, pointing the muzzle to the sky. Then he turned his head to face the four heroes behind him who were already ready to go, smiled, and said the secret signal to start action:

"It's noon!"

(End of this chapter)