There is no doubt that the Hellfire Golem 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, and have no intelligence whatsoever, and will obey the orders of any operator.
Coupled with the fact that it cannot feel pain and fear, it is the best cannon fodder for launching surprise attacks and tearing apart the enemy's defense lines.
Especially the Hellfire that is thrown down from mid-air can even cause a violent impact like a cannonball. At the same time, the green Fel Fire 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 up and tried to stop it, but was punched into pieces.
And this scene instantly made the newly born Tony·Stark feel the despair and helplessness of ordinary people when facing disasters.
Because now, he neither has the Iron Man suit that he is proud of, nor the Mage Class Template that he bought from Allen at a huge price.
There was only a simple pair of leather armor and a very crude-looking pig iron ax in his hand.
He can guarantee that if he rushes forward now, the result will definitely not be any different from that of Warrior before.
"Damn it! Is this what it feels like to have no power? No wonder the passers-by looked at me like they were looking at two monsters when they saw me fighting with Hulk. No! I have to do something."
Tony·Stark murmured nervously to himself while looking around, trying to find something that could be used.
Although he himself had learned some boxing and fighting skills, most of them were just for fun and could not be used in actual combat.
To be precise, whether it is Iron Man suit or magic, his tactics are built around long-range attacks and fire coverage.
Although you occasionally rely on some set programs to fight enemies hand-to-hand, those fighting skills are all handled by artificial intelligence.
After a round of inspection, Tony·Stark ultimately found nothing useful, not even iron farm tools and weapons.
Due to the unscrupulous abuse of Well of Eternity's magical power by the upper ruling class, most High Elfs are mages who use Arcane power and do not need metal to make armor and weapons at all.
Most of the ruled civilians at the lower level believe in nature and are members of the Druid sect.
They prefer wooden and leather items to metal weapons.
So at first glance, except for a small number of crossbows, arrows and spears, Iron Man couldn't find a single long-range weapon that could be used.
Such a weapon might not even be able to scratch an itch for Hellfire, who is huge and burning with Fel Fire.
Just when Tony·Stark was trying to squeeze his smart brain to find a breakthrough, an older-looking Night Elf immediately ran over from a distance, grabbed him by the collar and yelled, "Idiot! Are you scared to death? Follow everyone and retreat!"
Just as he was talking, a Hellfire fell from the sky and made a loud noise.
Following closely behind, the dense army of demons in the distance finally rushed over.
As the pioneers, Hellhound constantly fiddles with the tentacles on their heads to sense the breath of life and magical energy that may exist around them.
That mouth full of fangs is enough to make anyone shudder.
In the end, the self-proclaimed genius Tony·Stark failed to find any way to reverse the current unfavorable situation. He could only follow the villagers and flee deep into the forest with strong unwillingness and anger.
For the Night Elf people at the bottom who believe in nature, the forest is their home and their last resort against the Burning Legion devil.
Especially those Wild God, each one possesses extremely powerful power, and can even bring countless towering trees to life and launch a violent blow to the enemy.
So this War of the Ancients is essentially a war between Fel Energy, which represents chaos, and nature, which represents life.
But the Titanss who originally stayed in Azerath to protect Star Soul's creations are busy with Civil War, and have long forgotten their responsibilities.
If the opening of Dark Gate and the influx of the Orcs army ushered in the era of mortals dominating the world, then War of the Ancients is the beginning and dawn of the mortal epic.
After running along the dark and deep primeval forest for several days, Tony·Stark finally followed the villagers to the temporary shelter built in the valley.
He stared wide-eyed at a group of creatures that looked like bears but walked upright. They skillfully used a language that he did not understand to communicate with the claws Druid in the team, and then provided steaming food to the hungry refugees.
Among them, the large pieces of roasted rhizome and mushroom stew greatly satisfied everyone's hungry stomachs.
The only drawback is that it is too bland, without much salt and spices, and 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 days in a row, couldn't care less. He sat on the ground and ate whatever was given to him.
After filling his stomach, he asked the villagers around him in Elves: "What's going on with these talking bears?"
"Talking bear?"
The older Night Elf villager was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied with a smile, "Ah! You mean those Worgen? Like us, they also respect nature and follow the Druid way, and are our most trustworthy allies."
"Worgen? That's it..."
Tony·Stark nodded thoughtfully, and at the same time began to become interested in the various forms of intelligent creatures in this world.
If possible, he really hopes to build a laboratory in this world to conduct more in-depth research.
But when he thought of those Hellfire falling from the sky and the overwhelming army of demons, he couldn't help but shudder, and compared it with the alien invaders from Battle of New York.
It turns out that Burning Legion in this world far exceeds Chitauri in terms of quantity and power.
After all, although the latter has certain advantages in technology, the Earth's government and military are not helpless to fight back.
But what about the former?
Almost every Demon Lord has the destructive power to pose a huge threat to the world.
How many Demon Lord are there in the Burning Legion?
The answer is millions!
So from the perspective of Tony·Stark, there is no hope of winning at all.
Nothing but despair is despair!
He couldn't imagine how it was possible for a mortal to fight against such a powerful Dark Titan Sargeras.
If Allen hadn't personally admitted it, the arrogant Sargeras would eventually be defeated by a mortal, and more than once, he would even think that the other party deliberately wanted to destroy the world.
Of course, unlike those local natives who are full of fear, Tony·Stark knows that they are just playing a real game, and even if this body dies, it will not really endanger their lives.
Therefore, he behaves more calmly and calmly than other Night Elf Warrior.
Even after eating, he secretly tried to use the limited tools to extract some deadly toxins from plants, ready to be applied to arrows and other weapons.
This composure was seen by some temporarily elected officers, who felt that this young man was a promising talent and promoted him to the captain of a ten-man patrol.
Since more than half of High Elves followed Queen Azshara and took refuge in the Burning Legion, the order of the Night Elf Empire has now collapsed. Most of the lower-class civilians who fled into the forest generally accept the leadership of Druid and Wild God.
They are actively forming a team of the Resistance Army, preparing to blow up Well of Eternity and prevent the arrival of Dark Titan Sargeras.
At this time of urgent need for employment, all Night Elf who perform well will be quickly promoted.
Tony·Stark is lucky enough to be one of the few people who can break class barriers and transform from a civilian into a low-level officer.
Don't underestimate this.
Before War of the Ancients was launched, many players who came to the game needed at least several years of excellent performance and convincing military exploits to cross this step.
But now, it only took him a few days.
Although the low-level officers were nothing more than insignificant cannon fodder in the fate of World of Warcraft, for Tony, with the help of ten subordinates, many plans in his mind could be implemented.
For example, after patrolling every day, he would take ten soldiers to dig some open-pit mineral deposits and magic plants, and extract some powders that others had no idea of their use.
The powder is then put into sealed jars the size of a human head.
No one knows what the purpose of these canisters is, but considering that it does not affect patrols, naturally not many people pay attention to them.
Until one day, an exploration team composed of hundreds of demons approached the refugee camp. As a result, more than 70% of them were killed on the spot by these inconspicuous cans. Everyone who was left was injured. They were quickly slaughtered by the Resistance Army who came after hearing the news.
After realizing the terrifying power contained in those humble jars, the highest-ranking general in the refugee camp immediately summoned this young Warrior who looked a little different from ordinary Night Elf.
"Tell me, what exactly are in those jars you made? Why did they explode?" the female general with short silver hair asked with interest.
Since Night Elf is a society dominated by women, there are quite a few female Warriors, female generals, and female priests.
In particular, the proportion of women participating in combat is even higher than that of men.
So it's quite common for women to serve as top military commanders.
"Uh... I don't know how to explain it. In short, those ores contain something that can cause violent reactions. I refine them through technology, and then mix in some additives to create powerful bombs. Not only that, these explosives It can also be used as propulsion to create some simple-to-operate and powerful firearms. I guarantee that their lethality will not be much worse than those of the ballistas." Tony·Stark swallowed his saliva and explained.
Because the female general in front of her had just taken off her armor and was wearing translucent shorts and a corset, showing off her tall and fit figure.
Some scars and facial lines on her face, instead of losing any of her beauty, actually added a wildness out of thin air.
For an old sex critic, this is simply costing his life.
In just a few seconds, the young Night Elf hormones controlled by Tony continued to stimulate the brain.
When the female general saw this scene, she did not feel angry or offended by it. Instead, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile.
She slowly stood up from the chair, stretched out a finger to gently scratch Tony·Stark's chin, and asked in a slightly provocative tone, "So, this kind of bomb can be manufactured in large quantities, right?"
"Yes... yes! As long as there are enough people!"
Tony's body quickly tensed up, and he tried desperately to hide the embarrassing reaction on his body.
As a veteran of flowers, he was full of shame at his current performance and wished he could dig a gap in the ground and get in.
Similarly, his original determination to "keep himself as a jade" for Pepper is also rapidly wavering, as if there is a devil in his heart that is constantly tempting him.
"Very good! Then I will allocate you three hundred people now 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."
When she said these words, the Night Elf female commander's tone and eyes were full of hints.
And this hint made Tony·Stark feel like there was a roaring beast 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 gap in the forest, he shivered involuntarily. At the same time, he quickly recovered from his spermatozoa state, touched his cheek and murmured to himself, "Oh my God! I am simply crazy! I would have such thoughts at this time. In a mortal way. Integrate into their lives, become one of them, and then subtly influence and change everything around you. Maybe this is what Allen wants to do. It's hard to imagine how people's mentality will change if they stay in this state for a long time."
I have to say that Iron Man is indeed one of the smartest people on earth.
I immediately guessed the intention behind it.
As long as this real game still exists, Guardians and residents of Sky City, and even Allen himself will always maintain a mortal mentality and will not become those aloof gods.
Because they have experienced the weakness and helplessness of ordinary people, and they have also experienced the fearlessness and courage displayed by ordinary people when faced with life and death...