"White phosphorus bombs, incendiary bombs, thermo-baric bombs, cloud bombs, and solidified gasoline bombs... give them all a try. I want to invite these Orcs to a barbecue.""
"Uh... okay, you guys just do your thing." Derol didn't quite understand these weapons, but just listening to the names, he knew these things were definitely not so-called "little toys."
"Great Sage, why don't we use biochemical weapons?" another player asked.
Curtis shook his head: "I've observed the experiments of that Biological Sage. These Orcs have a very peculiar life form; they can even use toxins as an energy source.
From my observations, flames are the best way to deal with them. I really enjoy their howls of anguish as they struggle in the flames, and their corpses seem to emit a smell similar to burning vegetation..."
Listening to the players' discussion, Derol was increasingly dumbfounded, lamenting that he was still too kind-hearted...
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North Aisier, within Dragon Head City.
