Chapter 143 The torrent of dams and diversions (2 more)

   The world of Azeroth is a world where the technology side and the fantasy side coexist.

   There is a super-individual mighty force like Sargeras, the king of demons, that pierces the planet with one blow, and there are also space fleets. At the time of the Second Dark Portal War, the artillery had already been installed on the Ironforge dwarves.

  On the human side, there are still backward front-bore cannons, which generally exceed a ton of heavy guns, so most of them cannot be used in field battles, and can only be used as fortress guns or naval guns.

  The barrel is too heavy. The biggest reason is that the casting process of the barrel is not good enough.

   At present, the clay mold casting method is used to make cannons. There are many casting defects inside the cast cannon, and the material strength is poor. Compared with a cannon that requires high strength, it can only increase the thickness of the barrel wall to increase the strength, so it is very bulky.

  However, with the emergence of sand sculpture players, these real bullies directly changed the technology tree of the alliance.

   In fact, McDonald has thought about it, is the most awesome traveler a molder?

   He is not anyway.

   But there are sand sculpture players yeah!

   They offered to help McDonald with artillery.

  Come on, anyway, there are mines at home, it doesn’t matter, just toss.

  There is no mold, so I use the sanding method to make it myself.

  The general approach is to first use a flat wooden board to make a mold you want, then pour in sand, and press it hard to make it shape. Remove the board, pour molten iron into the sand mold, and finally get a rough surface iron mold.

   is definitely unusable like this, and the iron mold must be polished. In the absence of an electric abrasive tool, it can only be polished with a file by hand, and after it is smoothed, it can be further polished with sandpaper.

  This thing is quite time-consuming, and you won't be able to be patient.

  After grinding, the molten metal can be poured into the iron mold.

   Fortunately, Stratholme has a metal that is more powerful than copper and iron - Thorium!

  The metal performance of this thing is stronger than that of most crude steel, which allows Stratholme collars to temporarily skip building blast furnaces and other things.

   Of course, up to now, when the standard 12.5kg Thorium ingot is fired to 40 gold coins, a Thorium cannon with a total weight of more than 1 ton is worth more than 3500 gold. Not to mention other human and material resources required for casting.

  When this thing came out, I don’t know how many knights drooling at it-if this is used to make armor, how many sets of full-body armor can be made?

  The prodigal loses to this point, and it is recognized that the Duke of Stratholme, who has a mine at home, can afford it.

  The red-clothed cannon of the ancient Chinese dynasty had a range of 1500 meters.

   The performance of this 88mm Thorium cannon is hard to say. After all, it is a test item, and there is no rifling in the barrel.

However, with the idea that this thing is hard enough and will not explode, the sick operator (player) filled it with more than 300 iron lumps the size of soybeans in one go, euphemistically called "soybean bombs". 【Dense explosive powder】Boomed out in one shot.

  A beam of violent iron sand swept across the northern fortress.

   The orc rider only felt a dark curtain covering the sky and covering the sky, and he couldn't hide at all.

That's horrible!

   The beautiful and cool dragon eagle, when seen from a distance, the edges of its wings are as bright as blood.

   It's really **** now.

   The originally thin wing membrane was full of large and small holes. The sharp dying cry of the dragon eagle and the screams of the orc rider, even after the fall, continued for a long time, echoing throughout the valley.

  The humans suddenly cheered wildly.

"Oh oh oh!"

   "Dead? Dead?"

   "You still want to fly over and attack us? You want to eat shit!"

   Soldiers don't care how much it costs to build a one-ton artillery, they only know that these exaggerated-looking big guys can guard the top of their heads, and that's enough.

   Recently, they have heard a lot about the horrors of their fellow human beings when the Wall of Thoradin fell.

   Now with a new Patronus, they certainly celebrate with impunity.

   Looking at the golden figures flashing across the fortress wall from time to time, Orgrim and Zuluhed here were speechless for a long time.

   Stratholme Collar is really an iron tortoise, don't even think about knocking into it until the orcs get the logistics done.

  So, the orc bosses happily (reluctantly) decided to smash the elves first and turn this wonderful forest into their own hunting grounds first.

   This principle is like a flood. Floods will always flow toward the side without the embankment.

  Elf...just like that, a certain duke who was overwhelmed with self-preservation was miserable.

  Alleria and the others persisted for almost a month, but they were reluctantly pushed all the way to the edge of Eversong Forest by the large orc army and the trolls.

  I thought this was the limit of the orcs, but unexpectedly, an accident happened to the rune magic circle that the high elves were proud of.

   It was a nearly trapezoidal black boulder six stories high.

   "I... and my ancestors spent countless generations unable to break through this **** defense." Zu Jin said with great resentment.

   Looking at the pattern on the rune stone that resembled the female toilet of the Celestial Dynasty, he also added a rune stone with the word [earth] below it. Orgrim knew that this was not a field he could intervene in.

   "Gul'dan!?"

   "Hehe! Willing to serve you, my Great Chief." Goudanpi stepped forward with a smile, and looked at it carefully.

   Most of the world only remembers Gul'dan's brutality and insidiousness, and remembers his terrifying fel magic, but few people notice that he is a rare master of space magic.

   Let me ask, how can a guy with no level of space magic be able to make the Dark Portal?

   The rune magic circle that the elves are proud of is not worth mentioning in front of the dog eggs, who are demigods. In fact, he can completely break the line immediately.

  Dog Dan will not let go of this opportunity to knock on the big chief.

   "It can be cracked, but I need sacrifices! A lot of living sacrifices!" A sly light flashed in Goudan's eyes.

   He had a different heart.

   During the previous siege of Stormwind City, Medivh was attacked by human forces, which affected his spiritual connection with Gul'dan.

   Gul'dan knew that Medivh's death was imminent and tried to infiltrate his consciousness to find Sargeras' power, but Medivh died when his spirit infiltrated Medivh's soul.

   The mental storm caused by the demigod-level mage before his death affected Goudan, which caused Goudan to fall into a long sleep. When he awoke, Orgrim had killed the Gul'dan puppet chief Blackhand and wiped out the Shadow Council to consolidate his power.

   Now that he has finally waited for Orgrim to ask him, of course he took the opportunity to get a wave of fel energy.

   Orgrim knew as soon as he heard it, and he would frown instinctively like opening the Dark Portal to sacrifice to the draenei.

   But he finally agreed.

   "Give Gul'dan the prisoner of the Golden Mist Village first!" He instructed Varok Saurfang.

   That night, the elf's rune formation collapsed, and the orcs invaded Yangfan Harbor...

   And the Sun King, who was burning his eyebrows, was really surprised for the first time. He urgently dispatched a messenger for help, and rushed to the **** through the portal newly built in Lordaeron in Dalaran.

   (end of this chapter)