These must be Victor's subordinates, that's right: the thugs found from the sewers of Zu'an, who were injected with psychedelics and sleeping pills by Victor, and after undergoing alchemical transformation, they obeyed Victor's orders and had no ability to refuse. Jace expected to see the mechanical soldiers, but Victor couldn't get so many automatons into Piltover under strict supervision. However, these alchemical slaves are just as dangerous. They targeted Jace and the little girl.

Before they could get closer, Jace's Hextech cannon had already fired a high-pressure electromagnetic energy projectile. A Hextech lightning bolt bursts out of the cannon's chamber and explodes in the middle of the enemy. The alchemy slaves were all thrown onto the sleek and clean walls around the workshop.

"That's the end of the surprise, Vic—"

A giant machine jumped down and stepped in the middle of a pile of unconscious alchemy slaves. Jace thought it was a mix of a minotaur and ugly architecture.

"Be careful," the little girl screamed.

Jace rolled his eyes. "I'm staring at him, don't panic. It's all up to me—wow!" Before he could finish speaking, he was hit head-on in the chest by the metal monster.

The monster flew Jace so far that he fell on a trolley, making his back joints rattle.

He muttered under his breath, standing still for another onslaught from the monster.

"You can only touch me at most. He said.

Jace picked up his Hextech weapon with all his might, transforming it back into Warhammer form in mid-air. The minotaur lowered his head to confront Jace again - but he was too brave to ignore the oncoming hammer.

The hammerhead hit the target accurately. With a loud cracking sound, the monster's head was chiseled into its iron neck before collapsing to the ground. The shell emits a cloud of steam.

Jace retracted the hammer, ready to strike again. He stared at the skylight. A few minutes passed. Then he seemed satisfied, and the raid was over.

He tried to walk back to his workbench, but suddenly leaned down in pain and clutched his chest. The little girl hurried to him.

"Does it still hurt where you were hit?"

"What do you think? ”

"Then maybe you shouldn't let him bump into you," she said. "You're stupid. ”

Jace looked at the kid with an eyebrow. Her eyes widened, and she was afraid that she had gone too far. A smile slowly climbed his face.

"What's your name?"

"Amaranhin. ”

Jace sat down at the workbench and grabbed a screwdriver.

"Give me the doll, Amaranhin. He said.

A happy smile bloomed on the girl's face. "Will you fix it?"

Jace smirked at her.

"There's nothing I won't fix. ”

Oriana, made entirely of clockwork and gears, is a technological spectacle in itself, but she wasn't born this way - she was once an ordinary girl of flesh and blood. Oriana was born in Piltover, suffering from an incurable disease in which her failing internal organs were gradually replaced with sophisticated artificial organs, and finally completely transformed into a mechanical body. Her closest companion is a spherical mechanical body of her own making, providing her with protection and companionship. Orianna is always thinking about her inner self, exploring the external world, looking for the ultimate destination and true meaning of her existence.

Growing up in the wealthy neighborhood of Piltover, Orianna has never experienced any cruelty or injustice in society, and her meticulous father is the famous inventor Colin Levick. The objects he designed were so meticulous and meticulously crafted that even those who were able-bodied would be fitted with the clockwork power-boosting devices he made. Patrons all vowed that his work was incredibly authentic, as if he had incorporated magic into gears and parts.

Young Orianna wanted to learn her father's trade, so she became his apprentice, studying and training day and night. Her father, who was gifted and intelligent, was an introvert and quiet, relying on Orianna to communicate with customers. Listenable and affable, she soon became the face of the family's workshop.

Although Orianna rarely moves beyond her own neighborhood, she often sneaks into the theater to watch the dancers spin and jump to perform poetry and beyond. There she saw epic adventures: an old mage searching the desert for a centuries-old spell, a beautiful lady disguised herself as a stone in a magical jungle, and a devout pilgrim climbing a treacherous peak in search of rebirth...... There are many more stories and legends, coming across the ocean, shocking her imagination.

The story and legend of the play fascinated Oriana fascinated her, and she dreamed of one day being able to visit those far-flung places in person. She would sit in the front row of the theater, carefully observe every detail of the dance, and then return to her father's workshop to make a humanoid doll and recreate the dance in the play.

It was an otherwise uneventful day, and Orianna fitted a mechanical prosthetic hand to an elderly woman who casually mentioned a recent tragic accident in Zaun. Zaun, an underground city directly below Piltover, recently had an explosion that released a large amount of highly toxic gases that polluted the nearby streets. If the inhalation of poisonous gas is not treated in time, the organs in the human body will be corroded, and finally die slowly and painfully. All those infected were sent to a medical camp in the center of Zaun.

Orianna believed that she and her father's skills could help those who had been poisoned, so she begged her father to come down to Zaun to help the victims. Colin knew it was too dangerous to be exposed to the poisonous fog, so he forbade his daughter to go. But Orianna was not easily convinced, and before dawn, she sneaked out of the house, brought as many respirators as she could, and put on a protective mask herself, and then took the Hex pressure lift to infiltrate Zaun deep underground.

Orianna was shocked by the devastation in front of her, the streets where the explosion took place were littered with rubble, and the pedestrians on the streets were shrouded in thick toxic smoke, and their faces were covered with a maximum of oil-stained rags. She had never seen such a painful scene in her life. Orianna joins a group of volunteers caring for those most affected by the toxic fog. She returned every night to help, repairing damaged respiratory equipment and fitting tracheal filters to patients so they could breathe normally in the toxic fog.