In the depths of the tunnels of the Emerald Ridge, several figures sneakily crawled in the dark,

"Matthew, do you think the Noxians would really flood Emerald Ridge?"

One of the figures asked.

"What, are you serious?"

Matthew replied.

"It's amazing!"

His eyes were suspicious in the darkness as he stared at his companion Tim.

"Flooded the mine?"

"What are you kidding? Are you really stupid to be a Noxian? ”

"Look at it! There are countless underground rivers connected to the underground mines here, as long as he dares to let the flood in, we will open the opening of the underground river in minutes, give him the flood, and see how much magic energy he has to continuously cast flood spells, just kidding! ”

"Don't worry! The Noxians were stupid, but they weren't that stupid, and the rumors were certainly just made up to scare ordinary people. Only those foolish slave miners who are trapped in the mines all day long, never see the light of day, and have never seen the world, will believe it, so don't get involved. ”

Squad leader Matthew said disdainfully.

As soon as he said this, Tim immediately felt that he was quite stupid.

Oh, yes! He had lived in the mines since he was a child, and he passed by here every day, and no one was more familiar with the environment of these tunnels than them, and it was indeed quite stupid for him to believe such rumors.

However, it would be a different matter to ask the slave miners who were confined to the depths of the tunnels all day long, and who had never had the opportunity to move around for the rest of their lives.

Those people are so pitiful,

They're afraid that because the short tunnel they live in all day is the whole world!

This is true of many slave miners.

Tim will never forget the scene he once saw when he was a child, the scene when a certain group of slave miners were escorted out of the hole of the mine by several fierce and vicious people, the screams of the group of miners when they first saw the sun in the sky when they walked out of the hole, the sound was unbelievably terrifying, Tim still can't help but feel chills down his spine when he thinks about it after many years, as if he saw the real devil, that is the deepest fear that can be emitted in the human body, before this, He didn't know that humans could make such horrible screams.

The poor ones, their skin was as white as paper, and their eyes were almost non-functional, especially the children, whose eyes could not even adapt to the sun, and a few of them lost their sight on the spot.

And more, it gives him the feeling of numbness, which makes it difficult to tell whether they are still alive or not.

From that moment on, he felt that something in his heart had been broken, something was missing, something was missing, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fill it, and he was sure that there must be something in this world that needed to be changed.

No one is born to live this life.

With this belief, he went to join his idol, the alchemist Victor, and became a member of the rebels, but in the end he found that Master Victor was not the person he wanted to meet.

Behind the rebels are still those hateful alchemy barons.

Alchemy Baron, Alchemy Baron, Alchemy Baron...... In this land, it seems that no matter what you do, you can't escape their influence.

Sometimes he even thinks of defecting to the Noxians on the other side!

Maybe the Noxians on the other side can give him an answer.

However, for a long time, the bloodlust and brutality of the Noxians in the impression of the Zaun prevented him from doing such a stupid thing.

Only now did he hear the name of Arthur.

He held the gun in his hand.

This old man!

He'd used it to kill several vicious Noxians.

This weapon gives ordinary people like them the courage to rebel against those professionals. Many of the rebels were originally ordinary people, and now they were able to fight the ferocious Noxian invaders with this weapon.

I heard that this weapon was made by Arthur.

This weapon helped ordinary people build self-confidence in battle.

It could be used by the depleted Zaun against the armies of the terrible Noxian Empire.

Now, then, it can be used against the abominable alchemy barons.

Tim was sure someone had thought so.

And in the future, what changes will that Arthur bring to Zuan?

Tim thought.

At this time, goo knock goo knock!

In the darkness in the distance, there was the sound of someone stepping on the ground, deep and shallow.

A few people immediately reacted, this is an outsider?

Only newcomers coming from the outside will not be accustomed to the light and land in the cave, and make such footsteps when walking.

Is it a Noxian, or is it your own?

Everyone was quick to make a judgment.

Beware of concealment!

They watched as the team leader Matthew gestured in the dark, and quietly tightened his body into the crevice in the rock wall.

"Damn the Zaun!"

"It's just a bunch of rats!"

Singh, the Grand Commander of the Ogre Warband?? The gravel man spat the ground, his big foot stomped on the ground of the tunnel, and he raised his head and exhaled vigorously, as if he wanted to spit out all the filthy stench of the pit that he had sucked into his lungs. But apparently this is not possible, so Singh?? The delicate sense of smell of the stone crusher still has to be soaked in the filthy air for a long time.

How many years, five years, ten years has the air here been precipitated here? The thought of the history of this pit was more than 100 years old, Singh's abdomen was violently nauseated, as if he wanted to vomit out his internal organs.

People in the world think ogres are dirty, but they don't know that ogres have the most sensitive sense of smell of all races, and the environment here is a disaster for them.

Singh?? Dressed in bone and metal inlaid bone armor, with a helmet of iron horns on his head, and a thick bone wand in one hand, Singh wielded a thick bone wand that was the spoils of the most formidable foe Singh had ever faced on the battlefield——, a half-blood giant, a respectable opponent who killed him with his own hands in battle, and torn off his thigh bones to make his favorite weapon, and in this way he honored his enemies.

The ogre clan believes that only in this way can they better absorb the remaining strength of the other party, inherit the opponent's war spirit and will, and become one with themselves and become the most powerful weapon in their hands.

But now what he has to face is: their ogre war group came to Zu'an from the northern frontier, but they didn't expect that the first battle would be to drill holes in the ground, which is really embarrassing.

What the hell did the general think, did he think that the average height of an ogre of two meters eight would be easy to burrow?

He took his warriors all the way down from the entrance of the cave, and walked for several days, along the way, seeing the hole opened, the road was bridged, and along the way, the narrow tunnels in the original cave were forcibly widened into six meters wide and four meters high.

Who would have thought that they ogres could be used like this?

Even Singh himself was dumbfounded, secretly amazed at the potential of his own race.

So, they ogres also have dwarven talents?

But until now, he has been in the cave with his people for ten days, and has opened an underground passage for dozens of miles, but he has never seen anyone along the way, where is the enemy? Why hasn't it come out yet?

Where is this battle going to be the end?

He didn't want to take his men and continue like this, because his people were about to turn into pangolins, which were the least favorite food the ogres had ever met.

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