There is no doubt that the Hellfire Puppet is a war machine developed by the Burning Legion based on evil energy and combined with magic.

They are simple in structure, very cheap to manufacture, without any intelligence, and will obey the commands of any manipulator.

In addition, the pain and fear cannot be felt, is the best cannon fodder used to launch raids and tear the enemy's defense.

Especially the hellfire thrown from mid-air can even cause violent impacts like shells, and the green fel flame released will also destroy everything that can burn.

For most night elf civilians, these huge monsters are almost synonymous with destruction and invincibility.

A warrior holding a giant sword rushed forward and tried to stop it, but was smashed into a meat pie with one punch.

This scene instantly made Tony Stark, who had just been born, feel the despair and helplessness of ordinary people when facing disasters.

Because now, he has neither the steel suit he is proud of nor the mage profession template he bought from Allen for a lot of money.

There is only a simple pair of leather armor and a cast iron axe that looks very simple in his hand.

He could guarantee that if he rushed forward now, the result would definitely not be different from the previous warrior.

"Damn it! Is this the feeling of no power? No wonder those passers-by looked at me when they saw me fighting Hulk, like they were looking at two monsters. No! I have to do something."

Tony Stark muttered nervously, while patrolling around, trying to find something to use.

Although he has learned some boxing and fighting, most of them are playful and cannot be used in actual combat at all.

To be precise, whether it is the steel suit or the magic, it determines that his tactics are built around long-range attacks and firepower coverage.

Although they occasionally rely on some set programs to fight with the enemy, those fighting skills are handled by artificial intelligence.

After a round of inspections, Tony Stark finally found nothing useful, and even iron farm tools and weapons were not common.

Because the upper ruling class unscrupulously abused the magic power of the Well of Eternity, most of the high elves are mages who use arcane power and do not need metal to make armor and weapons at all.

Most of the civilians who were ruled in the lower class believed in nature and were members of the Druid sect.

They prefer wood and leather goods than metal weapons.

So at first glance, except for a small number of crossbows, arrows and spears, Iron Man couldn't find a ranged weapon that could be used.

Such a weapon is probably not even tickling for the huge Hellfire with fel flames.

Just as Tony Stark tried hard to squeeze his smart brain and wanted to find a breakthrough, an older night elf immediately ran over from a distance, grabbed his collar and shouted: "Idiot! Are you scared? Retreat with everyone!"

Just as he was talking, a hellfire fell from the sky and made a loud bang.

Immediately afterwards, the army of demons in the distance finally rushed over.

As pioneers, hellhounds constantly fiddled with the tentacles above their heads to sense the possible breath of life and magic energy around them.

Those mouthful fangs were enough to make anyone shudder.

In the end, Tony Stark, who claimed to be a genius, failed to find any way to reverse the current unfavorable situation. He could only follow the villagers to escape deep into the forest with strong reluctance and anger.

For the people at the bottom of the night elves who believe in nature, the forest is their home and their last reliance against the demons of the Burning Legion.

Especially those demigods in the wilderness, each of them has extremely powerful power, which can even bring countless towering trees to life and launch a storm-like blow to the enemy.

Therefore, this ancient war is essentially a war breaking out between evil energy that represents chaos and nature that represents life.

The Titans were busy with civil war in order to protect the creatures left in Azeroth in order to protect the Star Soul, and had long forgotten their responsibilities.

If the opening of the gate of darkness and the influx of orc army opened the era when mortals dominated the world, then the ancient war was the beginning and dawn of the mortal epic.

After running along the dark and deep pristine forest for several days, Tony Stark finally followed the villagers to the temporary shelter built in the valley.

He stared at a group of creatures with bear-like appearances but walking upright, skillfully using some language he couldn't understand, communicated with the sharp-cut druids in the team, and then provided steaming food to the hungry escapees.

The large stewed meat of roasted rhizomes and mushrooms greatly satisfy everyone's hungry stomachs.

The only disadvantage is that it is too light, not much salt and spice is added, which is not suitable for modern people's tastes.

However, Iron Man, who had been eating hard dry food and sour wild fruits for three or four consecutive days, couldn't care about so much. He sat on the ground and ate whatever others gave him.

After filling his stomach, he asked the villagers around him in an elf language: "What's going on with these talking bears?"

"A talkable bear?"

The older night elf villagers were stunned for a moment, and quickly replied with a smile: "Ah! Are you referring to those bear monsters? They like us, advocate nature, follow the druid's way, and are our most trustworthy allies."

"Bear monster? So that's it..."

Tony Stark nodded thoughtfully, and at the same time began to become interested in various forms of intelligent creatures in this world.

If he could, he really hoped to build a laboratory in this world and conduct some more in-depth research.

But when he thought of the hellfires falling from the sky and the army of demons that flooded the sky, he couldn't help but tremble and compared them with the alien invaders during the Battle of New York.

It turned out that the Burning Legion in this world, both in terms of quantity and strength, was far superior to the Chitari people.

After all, although the latter has certain advantages in technology, the Earth government and the military are not powerless to fight back.

But what about the former?

Almost every demon lord has the destructive power that poses a huge threat to the world.

How many demon lords are there in the Burning Legion?

The answer is millions!

So from Tony Stark's perspective, there is no hope of winning at all.

Apart from despair, it's despair!

He could not imagine how with the power of a mortal, he could confront such a powerful dark Titan Sargeras.

If Allen hadn't personally admitted that the arrogant Sargeras would have ended up losing to the hands of mortals, and more than once, he would even think that the other party deliberately wanted to destroy the world.

Of course, unlike those native natives who are filled with fear in their hearts, Tony Stark knew that he was just playing a real game, and even if the body died, it would not really endanger his life.

Therefore, he acted more calm and calm than other night elf warriors.

Even after dinner, he secretly tried to use limited tools to extract some deadly toxins from the plants and prepare to apply them to arrows and other weapons.

This calmness and calmness was seen by some temporarily elected officers, and they felt that this young man was a talent for making, and they promoted him to a captain of a ten-man patrol team.

More than half of the upper elves followed Queen Azshara to join the Burning Legion, so the order of the Night Elf Empire has collapsed, and most of the lower elves who fled into the forest are generally accepted by the leadership of the druids and the wilderness demigods.

They are actively forming a rebel army, preparing to blow up the Well of Eternity and prevent the arrival of the Dark Titan Sargeras.

In this urgent need of employment, any night elves who perform well will be quickly promoted.

Tony Stark was lucky to be one of the few who could break class barriers and transform from a civilian into a low-level officer.

Never underestimate this.

Before the war of ancient times began, many players who came to the scene would need at least several years of excellent performance and convincing military achievements to take this step.

But now, it only took him a few days.

Although the low-level officer was just a trivial cannon fodder in this fate that determined the fate of the Azeroth world, for Tony, with ten subordinates helping him, many plans in his mind could be implemented.

For example, while patrolling every day, he would take ten soldiers to dig out some open-pit minerals and magic plants, and extract some powders that others didn't know at all.

Then put the powder into a sealed jar the size of a human head.

No one knows what these jars are for, but considering that they did not affect the patrol, naturally not many people paid attention to it.

Until one day, an exploration team composed of hundreds of demons approached the refugee camp, but more than 70% of them were killed by these inconspicuous jars, and the rest were injured. They were quickly slaughtered by the rebels who rushed to the scene.

After realizing the terrifying power contained in the inconspicuous jars, the general with the highest rank in the refugee camp immediately summoned this young warrior who looked a little different from the ordinary night elves.

"Tell me, what exactly does the jars you made contain? Why do they explode?" asked the female general with short silver hair with interest.

Since the Night Elf is a society where women dominate, there are quite a number of women like warriors, women generals, and priestesses.

Especially the proportion of women participating in the battle is even higher than that of men.

So it is quite common for women to serve as supreme military commanders.

"Uh... I don't know how to explain it. In short, those ores contain something that can produce violent reactions. I extract them through the process and add some additives to create powerful bombs. Not only that, these explosives can also be used as propulsion to create some firearms with simple and powerful operations. I promise that their lethality will definitely not be much worse than those crossbow trucks." Tony Stark subconsciously swallowed his mouth and explained.

Because the female general in front of him had just taken off her armor and was wearing translucent shorts and a bra, showing off her tall and toned figure.

Some scars and facial lines on her face not only did not lose her beauty at all, but instead added wildness out of thin air.

For an old pornographic critic, this is simply a life-threatening person.

In just a few seconds, the young night elf controlled by Tony had already supported a small tent on the lower body, and hormones kept stimulating the brain.

When the female general saw this scene, she did not feel angry or offended. Instead, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a playful smile appeared.

She slowly stood up from the chair, stretched out a finger and gently scratched Tony Stark's chin, and asked in a slightly provocative tone: "So, this kind of bomb can be made in large quantities, right?"

"Yes...yes! As long as there are enough staff!"

Tony's body tightened quickly and tried desperately to hide the embarrassing reactions on his body.

As a veteran of flower clusters, he was full of shame about his current performance and wished he could dig a gap on the ground and drill in.

Similarly, his original determination to "guard his body like jade" for Xiao Chili was quickly shaken, as if there was a devil in his heart constantly tempting him.

"Very good! Then I will now allocate you three hundred people and give you enough tools. Your task is to produce at least three hundred jars for me within seven days. If you can do it, then I will reward you well."

While saying this, the female commander of the night elf was full of hints in both his tone and his eyes.

This hint made Tony Stark feel that there was a wild beast roaring in his body, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

But the next second...

The whole person was pushed out of his tent by the female general.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing through the gaps in the forest, he shivered involuntarily, and quickly recovered from the state of the sperm on his brain, touched his cheek and muttered to himself: "Oh my God! I'm simply crazy! I still have that thought at this time. I integrate into their lives in a mortal way, become one of them, and then subtly influence and change everything around him. Perhaps this is what Allen wants to do. It's hard to imagine how a person's mentality will change if he stays in such a state for a long time."

I have to say that Iron Man is worthy of being one of the smartest people on earth.

I guessed the intention behind it all at once.

As long as this real game still exists, the guardians and residents of Sky City, and even Alan himself, will always maintain a mortal mentality and will not become those who are lofty.

Because they have experienced the weakness and helplessness of mortals, and have also felt the fearlessness and courage that mortals show when facing the storage of life and death...
Chapter completed!