In this era when Goblins and Gnomes have not yet been born, Azerath, the two future mainstream engineering schools, have not yet appeared on the stage of history.
Therefore, a series of inventions such as machinery, explosives, grenades, firearms, and artillery are definitely very unfamiliar things to Night Elf, who calls himself Children of the Stars.
Because there are only three kinds of power that they come into contact with on daily basis, one is Arcane magic used by High Elves headed by Queen Azshara, and the other is the natural magic used by Wild God and Druid.
As for the last one, it is naturally the power given by Goddess Elune of the Moon to its believers and Priest.
Among them, Arcane magic is currently regarded as a symbol of corruption and depravity by the leaders of the Resistance Army, Malfurion·Stormrage and Tyrande·Yu Feng, and no one is allowed to use it. Violators will be permanently exiled.
But now, Tony·Stark has opened the door to New World for them.
You must know that on the planet Azerath, no matter what kind of ore it is, it will contain the power of some elements.
What he did was to extract these elements-containing substances, then process and process them, and finally prepare them into a powder that would trigger a violent explosive reaction simply by igniting it.
Although the formula is completely different from that of earth's gunpowder, the effect is the same.
Especially in the face of the overwhelming demon army that is coming like a tide, explosives that can produce large-scale damage are definitely the best weapons, bar none.
It can reduce the number of enemies as quickly as possible, thus tilting the scale of victory in one's favor.
As more and more cans were sent to the front line and caused great damage to the Burning Legion, Tony·Stark gradually gained some fame.
Almost all Night Elf commanders know that a smart young man appeared among the refugees and invented a canister that can release violent explosions.
As long as you have enough jars like this on hand, you can easily block the onslaughts launched by the demons again and again.
As long as those powerful Demon Lord don't take the field in person, no matter how many cannon fodder come, it will be difficult to break through the defense line they have set up.
In order to prevent the enemy from sending assassins to assassinate Tony·Stark, the commander even assigned him a small team of elite sentries for round-the-clock personal protection.
But what's interesting is that these Night Elfs, who regard Arcane magic as a scourge, don't realize that these bombs are using the rich Arcane Energy in the surrounding air to trigger such violent explosions.
In other words, the contents of those jars are essentially a primer, in order to arouse more Arcane Energy resonance in the air.
If there are enough cans, then just throwing them into Well of Eternity will immediately blast all the demons pouring into Azerath into the sky, and even those portals will be instantly torn into pieces by the manic energy.
It can be said that Tony·Stark has successfully influenced the historical trend of Azerath with its own intelligence and knowledge reserves.
Perhaps in a few thousand years, when Gnomes, Dwarves and Goblins step on the stage of history, they may regard Night Elf, who invented a series of interesting things, as the founder of engineering.
Just in line with that sentence, a genius is a genius no matter where he goes, and a fool is still a fool even if he goes back to the past.
After all, under the intervention of the creator Allen, not to mention Bronze Dragon who was given the power of time by Titans, even Titans himself was unable to see through the future.
Therefore, Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu only carefully observed the countless possibilities for the future and did not dare to interfere easily.
Seeing hundreds of Night Elf refugees busy following the process, crushing the stones dug out of the mines step by step, undergoing a series of screening, processing and blending, and finally turning them into jars of explosives that were thrown at the devil. A satisfied smile appeared on the female commander's face, and she directly asked the adjutant beside her, "How is the situation here now?"
"Since the manpower was increased again, the production of explosive cans has increased from one hundred per day to five hundred per day. According to the young man's estimation, the maximum daily production should be increased to about one thousand." The female adjutant who could not tell her age replied without thinking.
"A thousand?" The female commander suddenly showed a surprised expression.
The female adjutant nodded lightly. "That's right! He invented many tools and a production method called the assembly line, which greatly improved production efficiency. What really limits production now is not the subsequent processing process, but the limited output of raw materials in the mine. He also proposed using explosives to blast the ore directly, but I rejected it. Because in that case, the continuous violent explosions will inevitably attract the attention of the Burning Legion demon."
"A very wise judgment. This refugee point has become an indispensable logistics base for the army. It is better to produce less than to be destroyed. If nothing else happens, when the number of cans we have on hand reaches a certain level, we will immediately organize a counterattack to drive all those damn demons out of our homeland. Of course, there are also those High Elves who have taken refuge in the demons."
When she said these words, the female commander's eyes flashed with anger and hatred.
Ever since she learned what Queen Azshara, who was once loved by the people, had done, she felt betrayed.
In other words, the entire Night Elf ethnic group was betrayed by the upper ruling class.
How much they used to love this Queen with golden pupils and supreme beauty, but now how much they loathe and hate him.
After all, from the time the demons invaded to the present, too many civilians and Warrior have died at the hands of the demons.
The extremely powerful Night Elf Empire also collapsed during the war.
Some destroyed Trolls settlements have even resurgence.
It is foreseeable that even if Night Elf finally wins this war, they will not be able to dominate this continent as they did before.
Just as the two were talking, a loud noise suddenly came from the valley.
Bang!
I saw an oval-shaped object flying into the air, crossing a beautiful parabola, and landing directly in an open space a few kilometers away.
Before anyone else could react to what happened, the oval-shaped object hit the ground and exploded even more violently.
boom!!!!!
Along with the soaring fire and Energy Impact, everything within a radius of tens of meters, whether it was trees, stones or soil, was burned to ashes in an instant.
A few unlucky ones who were relatively close were even blown away by the aftermath and slammed into the tree trunks behind them.
After the explosion ended, everyone saw a huge circular Deep Pit appear on the ground, its height could even accommodate half a Night Elf.
Following the place where the sound first came from, the female commander soon saw a hollow cylinder made of metal.
The back part looks a little thick and swollen, while the front part is slightly thinner.
If Earthlings was here, he would definitely recognize this as some kind of magically modified version of the original smoothbore cannon.
But the wall and caliber of the cannon barrel are terrifyingly thick, and the cannonballs are even thicker than a human waist.
It has to be said that in a place where Infinity has close to zero industrial base, the smoothbore cannon and Shrapnel Shell were directly manufactured from scratch. This alone is enough to prove the power of Tony·Stark.
When he saw with his own eyes that the Cannon he had made could be used normally, he sat down on the ground with stains and sweat stains all over his body and laughed happily like a child.
"Hahaha! It worked! 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 her adjutant closer, lightly touched the hot barrel, and asked in an uncertain tone, "Is this the weapon called artillery that you mentioned to me before?"
"That's right! It can launch almost three cans of explosives four kilometers away. I believe you have seen its power. How about, with this thing, is our counterattack plan more confident?" Tony·Stark asked proudly, wiping away his sweat.
Although this kind of advent caused him to lose the power he relied on, the knowledge and intelligence in his head still made him stand out.
"It's indeed quite amazing. But how many of these weapons and matching ammunition can you make in a day?" The female commander touched her chin with a playful expression.
Hearing this question, Tony's smile instantly froze on his face, and he quickly answered in frustration, "At most two guns can be cast in a day, and the ammunition is about twenty rounds. Because these barrels and shells require extremely complex craftsmanship, no one except me can do it."
Obviously, although he created epoch-making weapons, he was unable to achieve mass production through powerful industrial capabilities like on Earth.
On the frontal battlefield, its practicality is obviously far inferior to those explosive cans that are simple in technology and can be mass-produced on a large scale.
"Haha, don't be discouraged. You continue to be responsible for making these weapons, and I will use them together to give those Demon Lord a fatal blow. In fact, you have done a pretty good job, otherwise our losses will be more serious than 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 these new weapons with both range and destructive power can bring to the battlefield, which are many times more powerful than the currently equipped ballistas.
Especially when launching a counterattack, it will inevitably cause great damage to the demons on the front line.
Although the small number is a fatal shortcoming, concentrating and launching a tactical assault can definitely achieve unexpected results.
"What is this? Comfort?" Tony·Stark smiled mockingly.
"No! I really praise your wisdom. Young man, you have made a huge contribution to this war that determines the fate of our race and the world. As a thank you, you will get an unexpected surprise tonight. Mansa, take him to take a bath."
After saying this, the female commander left a look full of temptation and amorous feelings, and then turned around and returned to her residence.
Especially the graceful back figure instantly made Tony·Stark forget everything else, and the fire of desire that had been extinguished burned again.
Soon, under the leadership of the female adjutant, he was taken to the river to take a bath. Then his mind went blank, and he followed him into the female commander's room by accident.
After about a few minutes, heavy breathing came from inside.
Just when Tony·Stark was busy enjoying the blessing, far away in Sky City, Quicksilver and Wanda had successfully given out their first blood, and Vision died at least twenty times in just a few days.
Looking at these three murderous monsters, Allen couldn't help but smile and asked, "How do you feel now? Without the powerful Superpowers, do you feel the despair of mortals who have tried their best just to survive?"
"Can you tell me what happened to that girl?"
Quicksilver, after being silent for a long time, raised his head first and asked the question he was most concerned about.
Because just to save a young Night Elf girl, he took the initiative to rush forward and fight to the death with the Burning Legion demon, but was easily killed.
"That girl was lucky. She met Treants awakened by Wild God and was successfully taken to a refugee camp deep in the forest. Your sacrifice is not meaningless." Allen gave the answer without thinking.
"Yeah, that's good." Quicksilver relaxed instantly. "I think this experience is very meaningful. It can make us super Ability User 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."
"I agree! We are just slightly stronger mortals, and we must have the consciousness of being mortals. Especially when facing injury and death, we are actually no different from ordinary people, and we also have the same fears, fears and despair." Wanda also echoed.
Allen immediately smiled with satisfaction after hearing 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, Allen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice, and asked directly, "You must be addicted to suicide, right? Otherwise, how can you explain so many death records?"
"I just want to experience the feeling of pain and weakness. It can give me the feeling of being truly alive." Vision subconsciously raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
"So you are deliberately experiencing various feelings of death to confirm whether your current state is alive?" Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Vision nodded slightly. "Yes. Having experienced the feeling of near death, I think I have understood why humans are so afraid of it, and even desperately want to obtain a body that will never age and never live. Short, fragile and bright, perhaps this is the greatest thing about life. Thank you for letting me feel its existence, and also get to know myself again."