"Desert Rangers?" Andy chewed on the word, convinced he hadn't heard it at all.

"What's that?" The man was not surprised by this, he had long known that his organization had a very low reputation outside.

"An organization focused on protecting the people of our homeland from any bandits, slavers, or other madmen, and occasionally we hold hunting tournaments where we kill wasteland monsters or other aggressive mutated animals that wander where we have to go." Andy touched his chin, which sounded similar to the original NcR Ranger, but after the gradual development of NcR, the duties of the Ranger became more and more complicated, and it became less simple.

"Are you some type of bounty hunter?" The man shook his head angrily.

"We are all lone wanderers who volunteer to serve the people, not the kind of mercenary and noble people you say. Not only are our operations dangerous, but no one has agreed to pay for our actions, and our organization is largely funded by donations and the conservation costs of some large stores.... We put more effort into them, and of course they are obligated to share the money they earn with us. Andy was more curious about this organization, it sounded like the Desert Ranger should be a volunteer and loosely organized militia force, but judging from the action of this guy in front of him, it was not just the level of the militia, and it could be said that it lived up to the word Ranger in their name.

Militias are also widespread groups in the wasteland, and while they are almost non-existent in the vast tribal areas east of the Hoover Dam, in the West, many small settlements have survived in the wilderness from marauders, mutated creatures, and other murderous targets, relying on self-organized militias.

Generally speaking, militia forces were usually initially established under the financial support and organization of some gentry, and the goal was often to protect their own settlement interests from being violated.

Members are recruited from among the inhabitants of the settlement or any interested and able outsiders. Those who are considered to be of excellent physical fitness and trustworthy will be issued with rudimentary weapons and armor, and will be on 24-hour security duty or to protect the caravans sent by the settlement from enemy harassment.

As the settlement grows, the militia will face two options, namely disbandment or regularization.

Exceptional examples such as the NcR Ranger are rare, but with the foresight and organizational skills of the great First Ranger, the NcR Ranger has been able to keep up with the pace of town development, and has played a remarkable and powerful role at every point in history.

Their brilliance has been bursting out with a series of brilliant achievements made by NcR, and even become a symbol of national strength in a certain sense.

Most militias will quietly disappear into the dust of history, and professional units in the service of the ruling class will replace them

"Ideal" and

A person who is united by loose organizational elements such as "charisma of a leader".

"If some people don't want to pay you, won't you be able to function?" Andy asks the question, and the man responds with a smile.

"You haven't seen how cruel, crazy, vicious the marauders in the western desert are, they are addicted to all kinds of drugs all day long, and they are becoming more and more insane, and among those people are those who like to maim people, there are those who like to rape, and there are those who like to put people in cages and torture people slowly with all kinds of torture... Those people have a good name, the Devil, and they live up to their name. ”

"If we give up on maintaining deterrence, many people will lose all their pain and die overnight, children will be forced to take drugs, become one of them after becoming addicted, and the whole Mojave will be reduced to hell except for one guy's amusement park.... We are the rare guardians of order in the Mojave Desert, and anyone with a brain knows what they need to do to avoid the worst. Andy frowned and pondered for a moment, he had thought that the land outside of New California was as wild as this land, after all, it was too easy for those nuclear bombs to destroy civilization, and in the vast and sparsely populated wasteland, it was natural for the survivors to adapt to social changes and return to the tribal era.

But from everything in front of the man in front of him, it can be seen that there is still a field between the western part of the Hoover Dam and New California where the flame of civilization has not been extinguished?

"Isn't the Mojave Desert you speak of being swept away by the flames of atoms?" The man nodded.

"yes, that's pretty much what you can say." Andy spread his hands.

"Why?" The man opened his mouth, and suddenly grinned, and Andy saw that the wound in his leg was cracking open and bleeding again, so he handed over a treatment needle.

"Thank you." He was injected with a treatment needle, and his expression relaxed a little.

"It's great to get this... Along the way, the natives used chewed tobacco foam or strange powders made from a few plants to heal their wounds, which were more soothing than practical, and had side effects...."He wiped his face, a deep scar on his cheek that was showing from his beard and hair.

"Because of Mr. House." Andy had never heard of this name.

"Who's that?" The man took out the kettle and took a sip of water, wiping the water off his chin.

"A.... A man who survived before the war, he may have been a very powerful person, but that has nothing to do with me. In short, that man was in a city in what is now the Mojave Desert, and when the Great War broke out, he was prepared to protect the Mojave from nuclear bombing. But he himself was never heard from again until about a hundred years ago when he reappeared and founded his own city... The city maintains order with pre-war security robots and a group of marauders who have been transformed with his funding, known as New Vegas. ”

"That guy's territory is indeed a rare safe zone, no one dares to play prestige in front of those robots, that city is drunk and golden, there are all kinds of fun and delicious food, and people from all over the world are attracted to come here.... Many people lost their homes there and then went out to sleep on the streets in the desert. ”

"But he doesn't care about the people outside the city, and that's why we're constantly taking action to keep order in the Mojave except for New Vegas." Andy listened very curiously, in addition to some areas in the interior of New California, there are actually places in the wasteland that can be described as drunken gold fans, and I don't know if he will have the opportunity to play there in the future.

"Anyway, did you really come all the way here for a mother's request?" The man was silent for a moment.

"You must think that the person who said this is either a liar or a fool, but I just want to answer you: yes, at least for the very first part of this journey. But when I finally got here, I confirmed the fact that the mother's daughter had contracted a strange disease while working as a slave in the village and died...."

"I looked into it for a long time to get to the bottom of it, the women in black robes with silver trim and black paint all over their faces. They were in charge of disposing of all the corpses that had died of that strange disease, which had been pickled in some kind of potion and buried deep in... I found some evidence in one of the women's quarters, confirming that the girl had died here. Andy didn't know what to say for a while, which was really sad, but on the other hand, it was not surprising.

"And what happened after that? Is that how you started to want to kill Hecate? The man let out a long sigh and leaned against the cave wall.

"Yes.... It's getting ridiculous, isn't it? I ignored an outcome so easily guessed, and did some futile work at such a cost, and now that I think about it, it was the mother's gaze that spurred me to start it. I didn't do anything for the sake of a sure end to the matter, so that the mother would continue to look to the east every day, hoping that her daughter, who dreamed of being an adventurer, would suddenly appear on the path in front of her home. As he spoke, he suddenly began to cough violently, and Andy keenly sensed that something was wrong, and pulled the collar of his long coat, and sure enough, he saw a series of blue blisters.

"I've been in contact with those corpses, and I've got this disease, so I won't live long." The man lowered his head decadently and muttered to himself.

"While I can still move, I must kill Hekate, this is the last goal of my life." He looked up again at Andy, who had not yet spoken.

"Now answer me, what do you want to do with this? Do you give me to Hekat or help me finish one.... Wishes? ”

"Or you can just leave me here as if you haven't seen me... Suppose one day you can go to the Mojave and tell an old lady named Schiller in Springs that Ranger Siris didn't bring her good news and tell her not to wait any longer. ”