In this era when goblins and dwarfs were not yet born, the two mainstream engineering schools of Azeroth in the future did not appear on the stage of history.

Therefore, the creations and inventions of machinery, explosives, grenades, guns, artillery, etc. are definitely very unfamiliar to the night elves who claim to be the sons of all stars.

Because they only come into contact with three kinds of powers, one is the arcane magic used by the upper elves led by Queen Azshara, and the other is the natural magic used by the Demigods of the Wilderness and the Druids.

As for the last one, it is naturally the power that the goddess of the moon, Elu, gave to her believers and pastors.

Among them, the arcane magic has been regarded as a symbol of corruption and depravity by the leaders of the rebel army, Malfurion and Tyrande Yufeng, and anyone is prohibited from using it, and the violators will be permanently exiled.

But now, Tony Stark has opened the door to a new world for them.

You should know that on the planet Azeroth, no matter what kind of ore it is, it will contain the power of some elements.

What he did was extract these elements-containing substances, process and process them, and finally prepare them into a powder that only needs to be ignited will trigger a violent explosion reaction.

Although the formula is very different from the earth's gunpowder, the effect it produces is the same.

Especially when facing the army of demons that are flooding like a tide, explosives that can produce large-scale killing are definitely the best weapon, no doubt about it.

It can reduce the number of enemies at the fastest speed, thus tilting the winning scale towards one's own side.

As more and more jars were sent to the front line and caused great damage to the Burning Legion, Tony Stark gradually gained some reputation.

Almost all night elf commanders knew that a smarter young man appeared among the refugees and invented a can that could release violent explosions.

As long as you have enough jars on hand, you can easily block the attacks launched by the demons again and again.

If those powerful demon lords do not appear in person, it will be difficult for them to break through the defense line set by themselves no matter how many cannon fodder comes.

In order to prevent the enemy from sending assassination to assassinate Tony Stark, the commander even equipped him with a team of elite sentries for twenty-four hours of personal protection.

But what's interesting is that these night elves who regard arcane magic as a flood of beasts did not realize that these bombs were using the rich arcane energy filled with the surrounding air to trigger such a violent explosion.

In other words, the things in the jars are essentially an introduction to resonate with more arcane energy in the air.

If there are enough jars, then as long as you throw them into the Well of Eternity, you can immediately blow all the demons pouring into Azeroth into the sky, and even those portals will be instantly torn to pieces by manic energy.

It can be said that Tony Stark has successfully influenced the historical trend of Azeroth with his intelligence and knowledge reserves.

Perhaps in thousands of years, when dwarfs, dwarves and goblins take the stage of history, they may regard this night elves who invented a series of interesting things as the founder of engineering.

Just in line with the saying, geniuses are geniuses wherever they go, and fools are still fools even when they go back to the past.

After all, with the interference of Alan, the Creator, not to mention the bronze dragon that was given the power of time by the Titan, even if Titan himself comes, he cannot see through the future.

Therefore, the King of Bronze Dragon Nozdom just carefully observed countless possibilities about the future and did not dare to interfere easily.

Seeing hundreds of night elves refugees busy following the process, crushing the stones dug out of the mine step by step, performing a series of screening, processing and distributing, and finally turning into cans of cans of slamming the demon's explosive canister, a satisfied smile appeared on the female commander's face and asked the adjutant next to him: "What's the situation here now?"

"Since the increase in manpower again, the output of explosives tanks has increased from 100 per day to 500 per day. According to the young man's estimate, the maximum should be increased to about 1,000 per day." The female adjutant, who could not see the age, replied without thinking.

"One thousand?" The female commander immediately showed a surprised expression.

The female adjutant nodded gently: "That's right! He invented many tools, and a method called assembly line, which greatly improved production efficiency. What is really limiting production is not the subsequent processing process, but the limited raw material output of the mine. He also proposed to use explosives to explode the mine directly, but I refused. Because in that case, the continuous and violent explosion will inevitably attract the attention of the demons of the Burning Legion."

"It's very wise to judge. This refugee site has become an indispensable logistics base for the army. It's better to produce a little less than to be destroyed. If nothing unexpected happens, when the number of jars we have stored reaches a certain level, we will immediately organize a counterattack and strive to drive all the damn demons out of our homeland. Of course, there are also those upper elves who defect to the demons."

While saying this, the female commander's eyes shone with anger and hatred.

Ever since she learned that the queen Azshara, who was once loved by the people, had done something, she felt betrayed.

In other words, the entire night elves were betrayed by the upper ruling class.

How much they loved the queen with golden pupils and supreme beauty, and how much they now hate and hate.

After all, since the invasion of the demons, too many civilians and warriors have died at the hands of the demons.

The extremely powerful night elves empire also collapsed in the war.

Some destroyed troll settlements even rekindled.

It can be foreseen that even if the night elves finally won the victory in this war, they would not be able to dominate the continent without restraint as before.

Just as the two of them were talking, a loud bang suddenly came out of the valley.

Bang!

I saw an oval object flying into the air and drew a graceful parabola, landing directly on the open space a few kilometers away.

Before the others could react to what happened, the oval object hit the ground and exploded even more violently.

boom!!!!!

Accompanied by the impact of fire and energy, everything within a radius of dozens of meters, whether it is trees, stones or soil, was burned to ashes in an instant.

Several unlucky guys who were relatively close to each other were even blown away by the aftermath and hit the tree trunk behind them.

After the explosion was over, everyone saw a huge circular deep pit on the ground, which could even accommodate half a night elf at a height.

Following the place where the sound was made, the female commander soon saw a hollow cylinder made of metal.

The back part looks a bit thick and swollen, while the front part is slightly thinner.

If it were Earthlings, they would definitely recognize at a glance that this was some kind of magically modified original smoothbore cannon.

But the wall and caliber of the gun barrel are scary, and the shells are even thicker than the waist of a person.

It has to be said that in places that are infinitely close to zero industrial foundation, smoothbore cannons and flowering bullets are directly manufactured from scratch. This alone is enough to prove Tony Stark's power.

He saw with his own eyes that the cannon he made could be used normally. He was covered in stains and sweat all over his body. He sat down on the ground and laughed happily like a child.

"Hahahaha! It's successful! I'm such a fucking genius!"

"That's right! You're a fucking genius!"

Another night elf next to him patted Iron Man on the shoulder excitedly.

Not only him, but everyone involved in this work couldn't help but cheer.

Out of curiosity, the female commander quickly brought the adjutant to the front, gently touched the hot gun barrel, and asked in an unsure tone: "Is this the weapon called artillery you mentioned to me before?"

"That's right! It can launch almost three jars of explosives four kilometers away. I believe you have seen the power. How about it? With this thing, is our counterattack plan more confident?" Tony Stark wiped his sweat and asked proudly.

Although this arrival lost the power he relied on, he still stood out based on his knowledge and intelligence in his mind.

"It's really amazing. But how many such weapons and supporting ammunition can you make in a day?" The female commander touched her chin and showed a playful expression.

Hearing this question, Tony's smile instantly solidified on his face, and he quickly replied depressedly: "At most two pieces are cast a day, with about twenty ammunition rounds. Because these barrels and shells require extremely complex craftsmanship, no one can do it except me."

Obviously, although he created epoch-making weapons, he could not achieve mass production through powerful industrial capabilities like on Earth.

On the front battlefield, its practicality is obviously far less than those explosive tanks with simple craftsmanship and can be mass-produced.

"Haha, don't be discouraged. You continue to be responsible for making these weapons. I will gather them together and use them to give those demon lords a fatal blow. In fact, you have done quite well, otherwise our losses will be more serious than we are now."

Perhaps seeing the frustrated expression on Tony's face, the female commander immediately patted his shoulder and comforted him.

In fact, as a general, she can see how powerful firepower coverage these new weapons with both range and destructive power can bring to her side on the battlefield, which is many times stronger than the current crossbow trucks.

Especially when launching a counterattack, it will inevitably cause great damage to the demons on the front line.

Although the number is one fatal disadvantage, it is absolutely impossible to concentrate on launching a tactical assault.

"What is this? Is it comforting?" Tony Stark smiled self-deprecatingly.

"No! I really praise your wisdom. Young man, you have made great contributions to this war that determines the fate of our ethnic group and the world. As a thank you, you will get an unexpected surprise tonight. Mantha, take him to take a shower."

After saying this, the female commander left a tempting and charming look, and then turned back to her residence.

Especially the slim back instantly made Tony Stark forget the others, and the fire of desire that had already been extinguished burned again.

Soon, under the leadership of the female adjutant, he was taken to the river to take a shower, and then his mind went blank. He followed him into the female commander's room by chance.

About a few minutes later, a heavy breathing sound came from inside.

...

Just as Tony Stark was busy enjoying his luck, far away in the Sky City, Kuaiyin and Wanda had successfully sent their first blood, and Vision died at least twenty times in just a few days.

Looking at the three head-giving monsters, Allen couldn't help but smile and asked, "How do you feel now? Without powerful superpowers, have you experienced the despair that mortals have done their best to survive just by doing their best?"

"Can you tell me how that girl ended up doing?"

After being silent for a long time, Kuaiyin took the lead in looking up and asked the questions he was most concerned about.

Because he rushed up to fight the demons of the Burning Legion just to save a young night elf girl, but was easily killed.

"The girl was lucky enough to meet the tree man awakened by the Demigod of the Wilderness and was successfully taken to the refugee camp deep in the forest. Your sacrifice is not meaningless." Alan gave the answer without thinking.

"Is that so, that's good." Kuaiyin relaxed instantly. "I think this experience is very meaningful. It can make us superpowers understand that we are not gods and will never be able to save everyone. Because of this, we should cherish everything in front of us more."

"Agree! We are just a slightly stronger mortal, and we must have the awareness of being a mortal. Especially when facing injuries and death, we are actually no different from ordinary people, and we will also be afraid, fear and despair." Wanda also echoed.

Alan immediately smiled satisfied when he heard this: "Very good! Remember, never forget this feeling, it will become your precious life experience and memory."

"What about me?" Vision pointed to his nose.

"You..." Looking at the other party's innocent eyes, Alan couldn't help but pull out the corner of his mouth, and simply asked directly: "You shouldn't be addicted to suicide, right? Otherwise, how could you explain so many death records?"

"I just want to experience that feeling of pain and weakness. It can make me feel like this is truly alive." Vision subconsciously raised his hand and clenched it into a fist and explained.

"So you are deliberately experiencing various feelings of death to confirm whether your current state falls into the category of living?" Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Vision nodded slightly: "Yes. After experiencing the feeling of being on the verge of death, I think I already understand why humans are so afraid of it, and even desperately want to obtain a body that never ages and never lives. It is short, fragile and brilliant, perhaps this is the greatest part of life. Thank you for letting me feel its existence and re-recognize myself."
Chapter completed!