From the leather-sealed mouth of the bamboo tube, one can clearly see the blackened charcoal-shaped objects stuffed inside.
"This is a standardized human product. For this, I specifically sent people to cut down around a hundred acres of Buddha’s belly bamboo outside the Red Earth Highland." Liu Zhenhuan’s introduction was as cold as steel, without a trace of emotion: "Each of these bamboo tubes is about one ter long, roughly five segnts. The segnts are all connected, the middle and lower layers are filled with ordinary military-grade kerosene and a small amount of charcoal, and the top layer is lined with charcoal. I call it the ’Molotov Charcoal Cocktail.’
"I believe you’ve conducted experints yourself. Once the charcoal is ignited by an open fla, as long as it undergoes strong external pressure and collision, it will cause a splattering-type explosion!"
"Although the kerosene commonly used by the Aegean Military has a relatively low ignition point, once you have charcoal with an extrely high fla temperature as the igniting substance, rapid burning of the kerosene is not a problem!"
"It should be noted that due to the different design ideas of human countries, so of these ’Molotov Charcoal Cocktails’ are additionally mixed with resin, asphalt, sugar, poison, and various other different ingredients, which can produce a large amount of smoke, toxic gas, and produce special effects like adherent burning when ignited!"
"The most formidable ones belong to Pompeii and San Jose. The fla formulas of these two human countries are very close to actual combat. Even an old player like can’t match their design ideas!" Liu Zhenhuan broke open a container marked with the abbreviation of the Pompeii Empire, pulled out a bamboo tube from the wheat straw inside, tore open the seal, pushed it to the cigar on his mouth, and as a bright red fla burst from the bamboo tube, casually tossed it far into the square.
With a roaring explosion, the bamboo tube shattered into flying fragnts, and countless incandescent iron water droplets, like fireflies, scattered from the orange-red flas, covering a radius of four to five ters. When these dazzling silver hot iron droplets hit the ground, the ramd earth square sizzled and creaked.
In just a mont, the flowing kerosene on the ground was ignited by the charcoal particles like goat droppings, forming an undeniable area of conflagration.
"Now look at this, a masterpiece from San Jose, with a small amount of combustion aid powder mixed in." Old Liu again dragged out a bamboo tube "Molotov Charcoal Cocktail" from an oak container marked with San Jose.
Another roaring explosion ensued. However this ti, instead of orange-red flas, a hiss of billowing cerulean flas spread over the flowing kerosene on the ground in large patches. The frightening fla temperature made the fallen high-levels standing afar feel the sweat on their faces curling and groaning.
Old Liu snatched a saber from a Moore warrior and threw it into the sea of fire. The blade burned in the center of the flas for only a mont before gradually lting into droplets like a weeping candle.
All the fallen high-levels were speechless, their eyes blank.
"Altogether, there are one hundred and fifteen tons of refined charcoal, packed into ’Molotov Charcoal Cocktails,’ roughly combining to make about six hundred tons of bamboo tube aerial bombs. What I have here is just a small part of it!" Liu Zhenhuan smacked his lips: "A ton of coal can only refine twenty pounds of charcoal. Refining one hundred and fifteen tons of charcoal requires a total of two thousand three hundred tons of coal. Without the cooperation of millions of humans, we Beamon, the Forgotten Race, and other Aegean races don’t have this capability."
The fallen high-levels continued to remain silent.
"You must be wondering why these stingy humans would hand over so much charcoal to for free." Liu Zhenhuan laughed: "Their purpose is actually quite simple, they want to use the charcoal aerial bombs to burn down your completely wooden city of Lucian!"
The fallen high-levels still maintained silence, but their eyes were complexly intertwined.
"Why? Are you wondering why?" Old Liu stored all the oak containers with the Seven-degree Gold Rings, pointing at all the fallen high-levels and cursing: "Because you also have the charcoal formula, because your credibility is trash, because you’re likely to side with the Sea Clan and Demon Clan! Because you’re all a bunch of whores!"
"The charcoal formula... who gave it to you?" Emperor Shangkeli, like having a stroke, trembled even in his voice.
"Roml!"
"Him? Impossible! How could this traitor have obtained the charcoal formula?"
"Who do you want to ask?" Liu Zhenhuan laughed to death: "My dear fellows, before you took in Roml, did you know what kind of person he was? I don’t expect you’ve heard the story of the farr and the snake, but at least you should check his background thoroughly, right? This guy is the sole heir of Shadow Magic! Damn, your Dark magic is not even qualified to fetch shoes for the Shadow’s invisibility technique! Yes, he’s never had firsthand combat in his achievents and always relied on his brains, but do you know that not only is his magic outstanding, his martial prowess is equally impressive! I can tell you this, throughout Lucian, if it’s a one-on-one duel, not one can match him!"
A groundbreaking conclusion!
A thunderous conclusion!
The fallen high-levels still couldn’t believe until now that the scholarly Roml was also a master of both magic and martial arts. Reviewing any of his achievents and daily performances, no one ever felt this aspect.
This guy really hid his talent deeply!
"The reason he never fought personally was because he’s never encountered an opponent worthy of him doing it! Understand now? What’s entry of a wolf into the house? What does it an to be played all along?" Liu Zhenhuan shrugged, laughing madly: "That’s you, Lucian."
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