The Grand Arcanist Who Can Travel Through American Comics

Deep in the tunnel of Emerald Ridge, several figures were creeping furtively in the darkness.

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

One of the figures asked aloud.

"What, are you serious?"

Matthew answered.

“What a surprise”

His eyes stared suspiciously at his companion Tim in the darkness.

"Water flooded the mine"

"Are you kidding me? Do you really think all Noxians are stupid?"

"Look, there are countless underground rivers connected to the mines here. As long as he dares to let in the flood, we will open the opening of the underground river every minute and release the flood for him to see how much magical energy he has. Casting a flood spell, just kidding”

"Don't worry, although Noxians are stupid, they are not that stupid. Such rumors are definitely just fabricated to scare ordinary people. Only those who are trapped in the mines all day long, never seeing the light of day, have never seen anything. Only the stupid slave miners in the world will believe it, so don’t get involved.”

Team leader Matthew said disdainfully.

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

Yes, he has lived in the mines since he was a child and passes here every day. No one is more familiar with the environment of these tunnels than them. It is indeed quite stupid for him to believe such rumors.

However, it would be different if you ask those slave miners who are restrained deep in the tunnels all day long and never have a chance to move around.

Those people are so pitiful,

They probably think that the short tunnel they live in all day is the whole world.

Many slave miners were like this.

Tim will never forget the scene he saw when he was a child. That day, a group of slave miners were escorted out of the entrance of the mine by several vicious men. The group of miners first saw the sun in the sky when they walked out of the hole. The scream he made was so unbelievably terrifying that even after many years, Tim could not help but feel chills running down his spine when he thought of it, as if he had seen a real devil. His deepest fear was that before this, he didn't know that humans could make such terrifying screams.

Those poor guys, their skin was as pale as paper, and their eyes almost lost their function, especially the children among them, their eyes could not even adapt to the sunlight, and several of them lost their vision on the spot.

What's more, what he felt was numbness, so numb that it was difficult to tell whether they were still alive.

From that moment on, he felt that something was broken in his heart. Something was gone and lost. No matter how hard he tried, he could not replace it. He was convinced that there must be something in this world that needed to be changed.

No one is born to live this way.

With this belief, he went to join the resistance organized by his idol, the master alchemist Victor, and became a member of it. However, in the end he discovered that Master Victor was not the person he wanted to see.

Behind the resistance, those who support the resistance 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 was so painful that he even thought about defecting to the Noxians on the other side.

Maybe the Noxian opposite could give him an answer.

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

Until now, he heard a name called Arthur.

He held the gun in his hand.

This old guy

He had used it to kill several vicious Noxians.

This weapon gives ordinary people like them the courage to resist those professionals. Many of the fighters in the resistance were ordinary people who were now able to hold this weapon and fight against the ferocious Noxian invaders.

I heard that this weapon was made by Arthur.

This weapon helps ordinary people