Generally speaking, humans in Azeroth are really not good at playing with gunpowder.
The most miserable explosion maniac is the goblin. Every year, at least three digits of goblin scientists turn themselves into N parts and send them to the sky or stick them on the wall amidst the flames and explosions.
Relatively speaking, the dwarfs are relatively safe, that is, they can laugh at the same level. The dwarfs just don't die so tragically.
But the arrival of sand sculpture players has rewritten this pattern.
When these so-called operators obtained a large amount of [thick stones] from McDonald's mine and processed them into [dense explosive powder], the big explosive 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, so copycats [Fat Man] and [Little Boy] were put on the agenda.
Lack of transportation?
Gryphon parallel shipping arrangements.
Lack of bomb casings?
Learn about the thorium shell.
Not powerful enough?
Add another 100 million points of magic agate!
Players who had no idea about the cost added a lot of magic gems to it, which almost gave the mayor in charge of logistics, Barcellas, a heart attack.
Damn it, there are already more magic gems than gunpowder, right?
People are mixing milk into the water, and the players are playing around with it, and it turns into sprinkling water into the highly concentrated milk tablets.
Outsiders would have thought that a large number of fragile magic gems would not be able to withstand the violent turbulence of the gryphon's flight.
However, a magical player who has been trained on "how to make an egg fall from a high altitude in a box without breaking it" has "invented" the ingenious trick of using socks to fix gems.
Specifically, the fragile magic agate is placed in the middle of a sock, then the two ends of the sock are knotted, the sock is stretched, and the mouth and end of the sock are fixed on the metal wall of the bomb core. A large amount of cotton is stuffed outside the sock to reduce the sock.
shock.
Finally, if the dense explosive powder installed in the outer layer is triggered by the fuse and explodes, the magic gems will be broken in a chain, releasing the amazing energy contained inside.
This makes the ultimate power of the bomb far greater than that of TNT bombs of the same specification.
Of course, so is the price.
A bomb costs more than 30,000 gold coins!
The buyers in Stratholme bought up almost all the magic gems available on the market in Dalaran. Because they ruined the market, they even suffered interference from the Kirin Tor Council, and in the end, only 7 were made.
Lothar has received a large number of complaints about these super-standard bombs since the beginning, and people of all ethnic groups despise these guys.
To Lothar's expectation, the imagined big explosion during the research and development phase did not happen.
When the imitation Stuka bomber bird (Gryphon) accurately dropped the 500-pound bomb into the center of the Orc camp with a dive bomb, the apocalyptic sight frightened the Orcs.
The flames and trumpet mushroom cloud produced by the explosion were secondary. The most important thing was that the terrifying sound really frightened the orcs.
Many uneducated orcs were really frightened by the huge sound and light and shadow.
Especially when the flames rolled in, turning all the animal skin camps into torches, turning the heroic orc warriors into adults, and turning the wolves into burnt wolf steaks, many orcs collapsed.
They shouted in terror, abandoned their weapons and glory, and scurried around like blind flies.
At the same time, a small group of orcs were suffering from demonic blood attacks and were extremely dissatisfied with these cowards. They actually raised their axes and desperately killed these cowardly orcs from other clans.
Huge chaos swept through five or six surrounding camps.
According to military parlance, this is Yingxiao!
The chaos began to intensify as the second and third big bombs were dropped!
Even in winter, the fire and smoke can still be clearly seen dozens of kilometers away.
"We can't go on like this!" Orgrim roared, snatching an ordinary iron warhammer from the guard beside him, aiming it at a large green bomb that continued to fall, and threw it at it.
I have to say that no one who plays [Doomhammer] is bad at throwing hammers.
The one-meter-long warhammer was spinning at a speed of three circles per second, crossing the airspace of a hundred meters and accurately hitting the rapidly falling large bomb.
"Bang!" A huge explosion came out, and Orgrim's fluorescent green face had just a slight smile, but his expression immediately froze.
[Time Ranger] flying in the sky smiled evilly: "Dear, have you ever heard of cluster bombs?"
This batch of bombs is different from the first batch.
The other camps are just big bombs, killing people with explosions and flames.
Since this is the headquarters of the Blackstone Clan, the bombs sent here are naturally filled with ingredients.
The shell of the bomb itself is made of a mixture of thorium and mithril.
Without a good blend of the two metals, it wasn't even an alloy. As a result, the shell was extremely brittle. When the flying warhammer hit the bomb, it also triggered the fuse on it.
But what exploded were a large number of submunitions.
The dynamite mixed in the iron lump, which was about the size of a thumb, exploded like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.
The worst thing is that Orgrim inadvertently helped this huge copycat cluster bomb complete a true "air burst", greatly increasing its killing range.
The black stone orcs within a diameter of two hundred meters were easily hit by the splashing fragments. These heroic orc warriors did not die under human swords, but fell down in large pieces like cut wheat. It was strange to see them.
Grim's eyes were completely red.
"mix……"
Before the warchief could even finish cursing, a gryphon rushed through the turbulence of the flames, swooped down, and grabbed one of Orgrim's personal guards into the air with one claw.
"No--"
In front of Orgrim, another griffon pounced down. Its sharp claws ignored the resistance of the orc and tore it in half alive. The smelly internal organs and flesh and blood fell from the sky and fell to Orgrim.
In front of him, it seemed as if he was laughing at his incompetence.
Orgrim finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed a guard: "Tell Zuluhid that 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 Zuluhid riding an adult fire dragon, more than a thousand Dragonmaw orcs rode young dragons and led more than 5,000 young dragons to fly to the Hillsbrad Hills area.
A shocking sky battle began, in which both sides devoted all their air forces.
Dazzling fireballs, cold crossbow arrows, and flashing storm hammers intersect wantonly in the void.
Every moment, every minute, there are riders, gryphons or flying dragons who are unfortunate enough to be attacked, screaming and falling from high altitude, smashing into large meat pies.
Maybe you are lucky if you fall to death!
On both sides, griffins or flying dragons can often be seen descending at extremely high speeds to pursue enemies who have fallen but have not expired, tearing them to pieces in mid-air before they fall to the ground.
In Eagle's Nest Mountain, McDonald, who had received the latest intelligence, flicked the cloak behind him, put out the cigar he held between his index and middle fingers but had never smoked, and pulled out the short-barreled musket from his waist with one hand, pointing the muzzle upward.
Then he turned his head to the four heroes behind him who were ready to go, smiled, and gave the signal to start action:
