Daddy Iron Man

Tony always felt that the squinting guy named Timo was a bit familiar, and the'inadvertent' pulse cannon was placed on the little boy's neck.

"Mr. Tony, we are here, this is my home."

After passing through a purple desert, I didn't go far, and suddenly ushered in an oasis.

Tony took a step forward, secretly sighing this bluestone slab, the spring water beside it was a bit familiar, and he saw a low white-haired Yodel coming out of the earthen house.

"Mr. Tony, this is my grandfather, he is the best blacksmith in our village."

The tall Mr. Tony in front of him was thoughtful.

"Mr. Tony, the habit of our Yordle people is to hold each other's hands with both hands, so should I say hello to my grandpa and put down your pulse cannon by the way."

"I ask you." Mr. Tony seems to be in a bad mood

"Does your grandfather sell weapons everywhere, and other red and blue potions?"

Before Timo could answer, the old Yordle, who had just left the house, hurried back into the low house.

"I haven't been in business for many years. Those broken coppers and irons, ah, ah, endless three items, are not sold by me. I am the most conscientious at my age, and a broken stick is called a useless big stick. I just buy a few of them. My old man doesn’t know anything about these things."

"Jarvis, what do you think."

"Mr. Stark, want me to say..."

Booming~~

The low house in front of him was blasted to pieces, leaving only a gray-haired old man with a burned beard squatting shivering by the disappearing door panel.

Tony grabbed the old man on the ground, blew the hot smoke left by the pulse cannon in his palm, and held the trembling hands of the old Yordle.

"It's okay, this is just a way for people on our planet to say hello, but when we go to the countryside, we really say hello."

Jarvis stood on the side, watching the two short men, one old and one small, alertly.

"Mr. Stark, do you know them."

"Oh, I know, or did I know?"

Tony has no waves on the surface, but the soul of the 21st century in his previous life almost rushes out.

"What happened to your house? At the beginning, I didn’t get a discount on your consumption every day. After a few years, I’m afraid that the endless purchases would not be worthy of a hill. It costs my youth and loses my money, and finally meets a living sale. Equipping the old man, it was you who beat him up."

He arranged his clothes without leaving any traces. "So Mr. Yodel Dwarf, where can I find a spacecraft that can travel between stars."

The old Yordle tried his best to calm down his mood. He has already affirmed that the "Mr. Tony" in front of him was his own customer and he has bought a lot of "weapons". The kind of casual paint makes people look a bit like weapons. Plastic replica.

"Tony... sir, right? Hello, I am an honest blacksmith. If I forge weapons, I can give you a lot of help. If you need it, I can even help you improve your armor and hands. Weapons."

Tony's brows moved slightly, "Oh? How far can you improve my'armor'?"

The old Yordle stretched out two fingers confidently, "twice the strength of steel."

Jarvis chuckled out, but Mr. Stark was still beside him, and he recovered his gaffe very well.

Tony lost his interest, "So you should tell me where the aircraft is. I think this may help me even more."

The old Yordle seemed a little disappointed, but he still cheered up, "Kutcher, Kutcher is our best pilot. If it’s aircraft-related, he might know more about it. Mr. Kutcher lives The end of the road."

Tony turned around.

"Thank you, Mr. Yodel Dwarf old."

Hey, another acquaintance.

"It was a pleasant time to meet you, and I look forward to seeing you again."

The old Yordle took off a hat that was much bigger than himself, and he didn't know why his little arm could wave such a hat. It might be that Mr. Tony was about to leave and gave him tremendous strength.

Tony didn't take two steps when he suddenly remembered something, and kicked in the air.

"Damn!"

A furry dwarf suddenly emerged from the air and rolled to the side of the road.

"You have to follow my door."

"Yes, mention, Captain Timo is on standby, woo woo woo."

Don’t look at the short stature of the Yordle, but this village really allowed Tony and the three to walk for a long time. There were strange dwarfs playing bombs along the way, as well as dwarves riding tall fire-breathing vehicles. There is a purple circle on the road, a short man who claims to be a demon mage, no wonder the road is large and smooth.

Tony and Jarvis began to take a little interest in the local customs, but when they reached the end, it was close to dusk, and the original freshness disappeared.

"That's it."

At the end of the street is a super big house. How big is it? Even in the 21st century, the size of this house is comparable to an office building. There are five large characters crookedly hung on the house, "Ace Pilot", of course. Is written in Yodel.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the flames in front of him, and Tony instantly activated Mark Six.

Rumble!

A tattered ship-shaped object carrying a dwarf wearing glasses was rushed out the door by the blast.

The fire dissipated, Mark 6 slowly eased away, and the dwarf wearing glasses that Tony held in his hand was put down.

"Oh, thank you humans, you saved the great ace pilot, you have reached the limit, the colonel bombardier, the passion is burning, Tom Kutcher, you should be honored for that."

Kutcher seemed to want to pat Tony's chest with his hands, but he didn't seem to be tall enough, not to mention he didn't have hands.

"Okay, pilot, I just hope to find a vehicle that will allow me to cross the interstellar space, but unfortunately, you don't seem to have what I want here."

This sentence seemed to hurt Kutcher.

"I have all kinds of airplanes here, you see, this is my Red Baron."

Kutch turned his head to look in a direction, but Tony and Jarvis saw nothing.

"The Red Baron is the one that just exploded. In addition, there are Dragon Wings, Manatee Rider, Fast Forward and even the brand new Frantic."

Kutch kicked the door open, and there was a plane neatly placed inside, and he jumped onto a'Flandik' plane that was alternately yellow and black.

"Oh, ace pilot applied to play."

Tony didn't mean to go in at all, turned and left.

"Jarvis, let's go, there is no aircraft we want here, just a pile of garbage"

"A pile of rubbish? What a big tone!"

In a corner that Tony didn't pay attention to, another short man appeared in front of him, holding a wrench, his head bigger than his body.

"Oh, another acquaintance"