"The Reynolds Brotherhood?" West cooperated and asked, "What's that?" ”

"Anyway, it won't be a formal and high-end organization like your arcane eye, no...... It should be said that we are far from it, and the Reynolds Brotherhood is just a gangster in the lower town. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Old Reynold is a blacksmith in the lower city, and he honestly sells some household iron tools to support his family, but honest duty is not a good quality, and in the lower city of Noxus, it is basically equivalent to weakness and bullying, so when his underage daughter was raped by a neighbor, he smelted all the iron tools into a knife, and killed the neighbor's whole family with the apprentice in the shop."

"The smell of blood was so addictive, and the old Reynold suddenly became an existence that made the people around him fearful, and he finally understood that power was the most tangible thing in the lower city, so he began to recruit people, formed the Reynold Brotherhood, collected protection money from the vendors below, sold weapons to the lone wanderers, oh yes, he later opened a fairly famous bar in the lower city, Trail of the Mist, where the residents of the upper city liked to ask for news of fugitives, exiles, and wizards."

"That's when I joined the Reynolds Brotherhood, and the money I earned with my fists and knives was much faster than I could steal, and power earned status, so when the people around me mentioned you again, they didn't dare to say, 'Oh, this is that shameful thief Darius,' but would salivate and flatter you, 'Look, isn't this the Darius brother that the Brotherhood can fight the most?'"

Darius mimics the tone of the people in his memories and tells his subordinates about his past, and when the story ends, the day's journey finally comes to an end.

"Who?"

An inquiring voice came from afar, a scout lurking in the woods, and De Muns motioned for everyone to stop, then leaned in with Darius.

"Is that Bilic over there? It's me, Demons, our second detachment was ordered to come over and change shifts,"

There was a swift sound jumping down from the cedar in the distance, and he rolled as he landed, unloading his strength, and then walked in front of Darius and Deemmons. Darius saw the man clearly this time, a young man with an energetic atmosphere, and his exposed skin was covered in various tattoos, which made him look wild.

The long sun had given him dark skin, and he put the wooden longbow that the mountain people were accustomed to behind his back, and began to greet De Mons: "Uncle De Mons, it's you, give me the handover instructions, and I'll take you to the camp." ”

De Mons smiled and touched his head, then pointed at Darius and said, "The order is not with me, this is our new captain Darius, captain, this is the child of our tribe, of course, he is also a warrior of the fourth detachment now, you give him the order." ”

Under the puzzled eyes of the young mountain man named Bilic, Darius took the parchment from his pocket and handed it into his hand.

Although some people didn't believe that this young man who was about the same age as himself was actually the new captain of the second detachment, but the handover order in his hand was indeed genuine, and there was Deemmons standing aside, so he nodded and began to turn around and walk towards the camp, Darius beckoned from a distance to the people behind him to approach, and then followed the footsteps of this mountain man.

In fact, the so-called camp is just a few tents and a fence made of a few pieces of wood at the junction of the river beach and the woods, after all, it only needs to monitor the movements of the lizardman army, and there is no need to defend it head-on, and it is getting dark, and when Bilic and his group arrived, a campfire was being lit in the camp to prepare for cooking.

Darius was brought to a middle-aged man by Bilic, this is the captain of the fourth detachment, Odell, after reading the parchment, nodded at Darius, and then said: "The next two weeks, I will trouble you, lizardmen like to act at night, you can rest in the camp first, the last night guard of our fourth detachment, tomorrow morning, we will change shifts." ”

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The author is not full-time, and he was called out halfway through writing, and he will come back and continue to make up for it, and he will finish writing today without sleeping...... Thank you for your understanding