Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

Noxus 986, January 15th, in Piltover at dinner time.

In the prosperous area in the middle of Piltover, a high-end restaurant sitting here was temporarily requisitioned by the members of Piltover City and turned into a canteen for all Gentiles to eat—

At this moment, in the corner of the lobby on the second floor of this high-end restaurant, a man in short sleeves, showing his strong arms and back muscles is holding a wine glass. In front of him is not just a food-filled man. Plate, and a large picture book.

His height is close to two meters, to be precise, one meter ninety-six, and his weight exceeds one hundred kilograms.

Sitting there bent over, from behind, it looked like a gray brown bear sitting on a small iron stool.

The black hair was scattered randomly, and a few tufts of hair also covered one eye, and a terrifying scar across the eyebrows and eyes.

He is Darius, the commander of the Legion of Trefary, and the three members of the Imperial Council.

Now, he's just an athlete coming to the Twin Cities Games as a Noxian.

Although I don't understand why Swain asked him to follow Draven to the Twin Cities to participate in the sports meeting, even... Darius didn't even think about how to face Swain.

But this is good news, at least, he can stay away from Noxus for a short time, without listening to those nobles, and without looking at Swain's face.

When the Freljord learned of Darkwill's death, Darius' heart was filled with sorrow.

As Darkwill's general, as the axe in Darkwill's hand, he should avenge Darkwill's death in a mutiny. This is not what should have happened.

But what he experienced in the Freljord made Darius weary.

He fought fiercely against the barbarians in the north, lived in danger in the ice and snow, and experienced many assassinations and ambush.

He was even captured by the Winter's Claw tribe and escaped with a mighty heart.

But no matter how strong the heart is, in this endless war of attrition with no direction, no goal, it also slowly stopped beating.

This is a war without direction, this is a war that should not have happened.

Noxians are warlike, but every war is for survival, for food, for turf, for life!

But in recent years, the Freljord has been fought in the north, Shurima in the south, Ionia in the east, and Demacia in the west.

But only because of the emperor's selfishness.

Because of Darkwill's dream of immortality, Noxus is set back a hundred years!

After Darius thought about everything, he became tired of this war of aggression. This was also the first time he was tired of war since he entered the battlefield at the age of twelve.

“It tastes really good...”

Drinking wine and eating fragrant braised pilaf, this meat Darius had eaten before, it was the Freljord's Enyuk, a kind of excellent-tasting cow.

However, the flavors made by Twin Cities are better.

The stewed beef is extremely soft and rotten, and the taste of the sauce is also very suitable for Darius's taste.

This is Darius' favorite flavor.

"Brother, stop looking at this crap, let's have some fun, shall we?"

Just as Darius was eating and looking at the rules of a sport called "weightlifting", a voice sounded behind him.

Hearing the slightly hoarse, jackal-like voice, Darius did not turn his head.

"Don't forget your mission, Draven."

The person who came was short, but short and strong, with long hair and a very strange beard.

The pair of beards made him look like he was going to be very old, but in fact, he was only a young man.

"To deal with these people, you can win casually, what are you worried about?"

Draven looked around, saw someone frowning, and smiled at him through bared teeth.

The man frowned and looked away.

This man is a mad dog!

"Coward!"

He laughed and said, Draven sat beside Darius.

The two brothers were sitting together. Although Draven was short, he was very strong, but now he was sitting next to Darius, who looked like he was stunted.

"We had a conflict with Demacia last time because of you, Draven, now is not the time." Darius raised his glass and took a sip.

"Swain ordered that the current Noxus will enter a period of total truce, you know the proportions."

Darius said seriously.

For Swain... Darius admired that man very much.

Darius even publicly opposed Darkwill's orders when Swain was fired for the Ionian defeat.

In fact, these days, Darius has already found his way.

He is by no means a coward, but when facing Swain, he has no idea of ​​revenge for Darkwill.

Did he forget his book? No, no, he loved Noxus deeply.

He had sworn his allegiance to Noxus, and now that he thinks about it, his allegiance to Noxus is not allegiance to a particular ruler.

But now, facing the usurping Swain, Darius suddenly realized that Swain was the leader he was destined to follow, but... Swain seemed to have his own plans.

He did not serve as the emperor, but gave Darius a great deal of power and let Darius stand with him.

"What are you afraid of, brother, are we here to fight them hand-to-hand, can they attack us when they go back?"

His greatest pleasure was watching fighters fight in the arena.

And now, the greatest joy is to have a hand-to-hand fight with Demacia or someone from another country, preferably a group fight.

"We have invaded Demacia many times, and every time we hit a place, the most they send troops is to fight back."

Draven held his head and said with a smile, "That's a bunch of iron turtles!"

"Bastard!"

Looking at Draven earlier, the man who Draven said was a coward stood up abruptly.

"What? You're not convinced?" Raising his eyebrows, Delevingne turned his head to look, then stubbornly wanted to stand up.

"Sit down!" Darius immediately stretched out his big hand and grabbed Draven's arm without turning his head.

"You're lucky boy." Draven smiled at the man.

When Darius heard Draven's words, he squeezed Draven's hand even tighter.

"Brother, this is a fight, but they moved first." Delevingne said with a smile.

He wasn't as reckless as he looked, in fact, Draven was a very smart man.

Darius had regretted more than once that Draven refused to be a soldier.

His younger brother's intelligence and force have never been used on the right path.

"Please take back what you said earlier!"

The Demacian soldiers came up, and behind him, the three Fearless Vanguard soldiers followed.

All of them are physically strong and energetic soldiers.

"What did I say?" Draven turned his head and said in a daze.

"You, you say we are iron...!"

The soldier, who realized something was wrong halfway through speaking, gritted his teeth.

Raising his fist, he hit him with a heavy punch.

Draven immediately exclaimed excitedly:

"Haha! Finally moving..."

Halfway through the call, Delevingne suddenly stopped, and then sat back again with little interest.

Now that she has appeared, this fight will not start.

A woman appeared behind the soldier at an unknown time and stretched out her foot. She hooked the left leg of the soldier who was about to punch, forcing him not to move forward.

"Tsk!" Delevingne, who was sitting down, spat, and then said, "Damn woman."

"Disrespectful beast."

Fiona gave Draven a contemptuous look and retorted loudly with her mouth open.

Then, she walked past Darius and Draven.

"Everyone, go back and don't trouble our allies."

"Yes, Fiona."

Several people nodded immediately.

Though they are fearless vanguards, Demacia's most elite soldiers.

But the woman in front of them, who was only in her twenties, became the strongest gladiator, Fiona Laurent, known as the Unparalleled Swordsman.

"You said, if we fought just now, the two of us together could beat the five of them?"

Draven approached Darius and asked in a low voice.

The woman called him a beast, but he didn't talk back. In fact, to put it bluntly, he was afraid of being beaten.

After all, Draven was in the arena business, and he knew what the three words Fiona represented in this circle.

In Demacia, where the strength of individual soldiers is extremely strong, she is one of the best.

Draven is not a big man. He can't beat him and run away, but his life creed.

His beliefs and Darius' beliefs are completely different, the brothers are really two kinds of people.

Hearing Draven's words, Darius' face flashed a dignified look.

As she passed by, Darius could smell the strong man's breath.

Dangerous strong aura...

"In the duel arena, she wins and I lose. On the battlefield, I die and she perishes."

Hesitating again and again, Darius spat.

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I'm not really a Kenji, but Fiona is really, really powerful.

Darius and Fiona will definitely be hanged and beaten in a duel, but on the battlefield, Darius can fight to the death, with rich combat experience and unyielding will, to exchange death for death, maybe To die with Fiona.

But in the arena, anywhere 1V1...

There are ordinary people in this world, and there are really few who can beat Jianji. After all, he is the strongest person certified by Jax himself——

The following is an excerpt from the personal story of the weapon master, "One Husband Dangguan" -

"Who else?"

"And me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" a woman said. She was on the bridge, getting off the gelding. The mount was covered in sweat, and her cloak was also covered in dust, which seemed to have been a hard ride. She wore a silver-steel breastplate, and a long-bladed rapier was scabbard at her hip.

She walked across the bridge and the men strode toward him. Her movements are light and effortless, with absolute balance and extreme confidence. She was thin and regal, with strands of scarlet in her dark hair. Her eyes were cold and unsympathetic, and all you could see in them was death.

"Who are you?" Jax was curious.

"I'm Fiona of House Laurent," she said, drawing her weapon, a dueling saber, the perfect blade gleaming coldly. "And, this is my bridge."

Jax grinned behind the mask.

Finally, the man who can stand the battle is here!