In the year 986 of Noxus, on the 15th of January, Piltover arrived at dinner time in the evening.

In the prosperous area of ​​central Piltover, a high-end restaurant sitting here was temporarily requisitioned by Piltover's congressmen and turned into a canteen for all foreigners to eat.

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

There is a plate and a large picture album.

His height is close to two meters, to be precise, 1.96 meters, and his weight is over one hundred kilograms.

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

The black hair was scattered randomly, and a few strands of hair also covered one eye, as well as a horrific scar across the eyebrow and eye.

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

But now, he is just an athlete participating in the Twin Cities Games as a Noxian.

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

But this is good news. At least, he can stay away from Noxus for a short period of time, without having to listen to the talk of the nobles, and without looking at Swain's face.

When the Freljord learned of Darkwill's death, Darius felt filled with sadness.

As Darkwill's general and the ax in Darkwill's hand, he should avenge Darkwill. His emperor died in a rebellion. This was not something that should have happened.

But what he experienced in the Freljord made Darius feel tired.

He fought hard against the barbarians in the north, faced many dangers in the ice and snow, and experienced many assassinations and ambushes.

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

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

This is a directionless war, this is a war that should not happen.

Noxians are warlike, but every war is for survival, for food, territory, and to stay alive!

But in recent years, we have fought against the Freljord in the north, Shurima in the south, Ionia in the east, and Demacia in the west.

But it was just because of the emperor's selfishness.

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

After Darius thought everything through, he began to get tired of this war of aggression. This was also the first time he got tired of war since he joined the army and entered the battlefield at the age of twelve.

“The taste is really good”

Drinking wine and eating fragrant braised meat and rice. The meat Darius had eaten was Enuk raised by the Freljord people, a kind of delicious cattle.

However, the ones produced in Shuangcheng taste better.

The braised beef was extremely tender, and the flavor of the sauce was very suitable to Darius's taste. It had a rich sauce flavor and a little bit of spiciness.

This is Darius' favorite flavor.

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

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

Hearing this slightly hoarse, jackal-like voice, Darius did not look back.

"Don't forget your mission, Draven."

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

This pair of beards makes him look very old, but in fact, he is still just a young man.

"You can win casually against people like them. What are you worried about?"

Draven looked around and saw someone frowning, so he bared his teeth and smiled at him.

The man frowned and looked away.

This man is a mad dog!

"Coward!"

After laughing, Draven sat next to Darius.

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

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

"Swain has ordered that Noxus will now enter a period of comprehensive truce. You know what to do."

Darius said seriously.

I have great admiration for Sveindreaus.

When Swain was dismissed due to the failure of Ionia, Darius even openly opposed Darkwill's orders.

In fact, Darius has found his direction these days.

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

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

He had sworn an oath to be loyal to Noxus, but now that he thought about it, his loyalty to Noxus was not loyal to a specific ruler.

But now, facing Swain who usurped the country, 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 emperor, but gave great power to Darius, allowing Darius to side with him.

"What are you afraid of, brother? If we have a hand-to-hand fight with them here, will they raise an army to attack us when they go back?" Delevingne is a fun-loving person, and he is afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

His greatest pleasure was watching the fighters fight in the arena.

Now, the greatest pleasure is to fight in hand-to-hand combat with people from Demacia or other countries, preferably in groups.

"We invaded Demacia many times. Every time we conquered a place, the most they sent out troops was to fight back."

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

"Asshole!"

The man who looked at Draven earlier and was called a coward by Draven suddenly stood up.

"What? Are you not convinced?" Raising his eyebrows, Delevingne turned to look, and then stood up in a ruffian manner.

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

"You're lucky, kid." Delevingne smiled at the man.

When Darius heard what Draven said, he grabbed Draven's hand and squeezed it tighter.

"Brother, a fight started, but they made the first move." Delevingne said with a smile.

He is not as reckless as he seems. In fact, Draven is a very smart man.

Darius had regretted Draven's refusal to become a soldier more than once.

My brother's intelligence and strength have never been used on the right path.

"Please take back what you said before!"

Demacia's soldiers walked up, and behind him, three Dauntless Vanguard soldiers also 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 said we are iron!"

Halfway through, the soldier realized something was wrong and gritted his teeth.

He raised his fist and hit him with a heavy punch.

Draven immediately shouted excitedly:

"Haha! Finally moved"

Halfway through the call, Draven suddenly stopped, and then sat back down without interest.

Now that she has appeared, the fight can no longer start.

A woman appeared behind the soldier at some point 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!" Draven spat as he sat down, and then muttered: "Damn woman."

"Insolent beast."

Fiona glanced at Draven with contempt, opened her mouth and retorted loudly.

Then, she walked past Darius and Draven.

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

"Yes, Fiona."

Several people nodded immediately.

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

But the woman in front of them was Fiona Laurent, the most powerful gladiator in her twenties and known as the Peerless Swordswoman.
To be continued...