Along the way, Arthur has been thinking about what works for him to fight.

After seeing Victor's huge metal titan battle fortress, he was also an eye-opener, and he also had a vague understanding of the path he wanted to take in the future.

On this continent, alchemists have unique ways of fighting.

That's the numbers, the sheer numbers, enough to completely overwhelm the enemy.

Alchemists may not be as powerful as mages in their own magical powers, but they can crush their enemies in this way.

Magic guides and metal golems are the power of alchemists, and they can be said to be the profession that completely carries forward the power of things outside the body, and from this point of view, alchemists are indeed the closest to the earth's technology on this continent.

This is also the path that best suits him.

That's what suits him best.

So if he wants to continue on his own path now, where does he start?

His mind remembered the vibranium ship of Ultron he had seen, and the metal Titan he had seen not long ago. Both of these gave him a certain inspiration.

Before they knew it, the team had approached the tunnel where Tim had encountered the enemy's ogre troops.

"Silence!"

The guide in front gives the command.

Arthur unleashed the Eye of Infinity and activated the See-Through Eye function above, looking through the walls of the thick pit and probing into the depths of the opposite pit path.

Here, too, the range of the Endless Eye is greatly reduced, only a hundred and ten meters away, but it is sufficient.

A figure that appeared to be a gray background appeared in Arthur's field of vision, centered on himself, and all the circumstances of the entire three-dimensional figure with a radius of hundreds of meters around him were in full view. Then, sure enough, around the corner, a distance of about one hundred and fifty meters, it was soon discovered that the ogre's huge size was shining brightly against the dim background around it.

Arthur relayed the message he saw to Groot and the Dwarven Shield Defenders.

"Haha, that's great!"

It's a good feeling, the enemy can't see you, but you can always spot the enemy first, and that's what Groot wants.

He wielded the huge war hammer in his hand, and the square hammer head of the war hammer was inlaid with dense thick edged nails,

"Prepare for battle!"

And the dwarves were finally able to fight in familiar surroundings and were in high spirits, which was much better than having them line up on the plains to resist the onslaught of others.

Dwarven shield defender, against ogres.

They believe that they are the one who will win.

And followed by a mixed team of human warriors and elves, of which elves are the majority, all members of this team are marksmen, and the criteria for the selection of this marksman are very harsh, enough to eliminate almost all humans, all of them have dark vision, can find the enemy in the dimest light, and kill with one hit.

In this team, there is also a flat-chested Lori, and Jinx is among them, but instead of her favorite machine gun and rocket launcher, she is armed with a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle with a long barrel, ensuring that each bullet can do enough damage to the ogre's body without accidentally injuring allies, but this makes her very unhappy, because this kind of dress always reminds her of a person she used to hate, the woman named Caitlin.

What a bad luck!

She didn't like that.

She even regretted joining the army now, the atmosphere here made her uncomfortable, she wanted to fight the hateful Noxians, but not in this way.

Maybe she made the wrong choice.

Lori had a tangled and helpless expression on her face.

Daji laughed on the sidelines.

She had been keeping an eye on the little girl.

Then the battle broke out, in a form where the ogres on the Noxian side were caught off guard.

A huge shadow suddenly jumped out of the darkness beside him, and he didn't even rush out of the hole, but from the wall, breaking through the wall, covered with tons of dirt, with the momentum of a landslide, with stones and dirt smashing down.

The shadow was even taller and more powerful than the ogre, even with a hunched waist and a head on top of the cave, and to be honest, the height of the tunnel was definitely a limit for the ogres. But Groot, just like that, almost with brute force, slammed down the roof of the cave, penetrated the wall, and blasted out this thunderous blow!

The huge square war hammer shattered the ogre's defenses in just one stroke, and the weapon that the ogre hastily raised collapsed.

That's how Groot smashed into the ogre like a nuclear bomb.

The blood and flesh of the ogres splattered everywhere with Groot's warhammer.

The ogre had never encountered such an enemy.

To tell the truth, ogres have always prided themselves on being invincible in the case of a hard anal in the front. Whether in the swamps of despair in their homeland, or on the plains of the north.

Even the barbarian berserkers in the northern frontier, who are known as bloodthirsty and savage, and never fear, are difficult to withstand their impact in the front, when they are more than three meters tall, covered with several tons of heavy armor, and carry a bone club war hammer weighing up to one ton, when they launch an attack, it is like a herd of cattle on the grassland.

No one will be able to stand in front of them.

Even a barbarian berserker would be crushed by such an unreasonable offensive.

But today, they found that they had met a kind of people, a kind that had no way to crush them in weight or armor.

Bloodthirsty! Rampage!

Groot, who blessed himself with these two shamanic sacrifice spells, swelled up all over, like an unreasonable road roller, and ran over fiercely.

Behind Groot, the dwarven shield defenders lined up in formation also rushed over.

Their ranks were in unison, and their forces were concentrated together, like a whole steel bar, and they went deep along the passage opened by Groot.

The Ogre Warband is not good at formation, especially at this time. The team that was scattered by Groot could no longer be brought together.

The dwarven shield defenders, clad in thick steel armor, swung their warhammers and smashed them hard into the ogres—ankles, clicks, broken tendons, like severed wheat straw, and the tall ogres fell with their calves in their arms.

The battlefield goes into the favorite rhythm of the dwarves.

Their arms are joined together, and the huge shield that rests above their heads keeps them out of the air, but their warhammers and axes can cut down their enemies like they are logging.

And in the midst of the clash of steel and bone, the sharpshooters joined in.

They hid outside the battlefield, lying on their stomachs or crouching on the ground, setting up their anti-materiel sniper rifles, catching the fleeting warplanes in the flickering light of the steel impact.

Every flash on the battlefield is their chance.

Bang! Bang!

With a flickering glow at the muzzle, the bullets of the sniper rifle travel through space, through the gaps between friends and foes in battle, tearing open the bones and muscles of ogres and taking lives.