Chapter 482 The First Banquet in Naggaroth.
Ulthuan has once again caused a turmoil due to this war, but for the armies in the distance, it is time to take a good rest.
Under the leadership of Masnow and Azrael, an unprecedented banquet was held at the Vaal Anvil in Naggaroth. After hearing the news, Eltharion also brought the Yris people to join.
What was quite surprising was that the Shadow King actually retreated from the north, allowing the soldiers to unload their heavy burdens and relax a little here.
A large amount of supplies just shipped from the south have been sent everywhere by the logistics troops. It is recommended that no one is allowed to leave until the food is finished today.
Originally, Davian wanted Old Vadin to cook a meal of charcoal-roasted Druzi scalps for the Shadow King, with cold lizard venom as a drink, but he felt that he might be pierced by an arrow from the Moon Bow, so he had to give up.
In the open-air banquet venue, senior generals from the four kingdoms exchanged their experiences on the battlefield.
Of course, it is usually the Caledonians who talk more about their glory. I saw Davian talking between the Shadow King and Eldraine,
"As soon as I saw the fear lord, I immediately asked Ying Gesos rushed forward, and the breath of the Glory Star Dragon burned most of the black dragon's wings. There was panic in the eyes of this dirty Druzi, and I immediately charged with a dragon spear and pierced it in the air." Looking at the Dragon
Prince With a proud look in his eyes, Azrael moved his free hand around his face and asked with some confusion, "
But I remember that you haven't gotten the dragon gun from Vaal Anvil yet. Did you borrow it from Masno?"
After hearing this, the people around him turned their eyes, intending to hear Davian's answer.
After being exposed, Davian coughed twice, indicating that this matter was not what Prince Eldraine said,
"Ahem, how could it be? I temporarily asked the Vaal priest for a dragon gun, just for this moment."
Eldraine didn't Leaving traces of looking down at this tough-talking brat, Dragon Lord's Blade? The Snarky Blade is pretty much the same, with the same virtue as Imric.
On the contrary, the Shadow King did not express his opinion on this matter. As long as he beat Drucci, it was a good thing. Who cares whether he has a dragon spear or not.
Aris Annar raised his wine glass to indicate that the two people beside him could drink together.
After drinking a glass of wine, Davian winked and told the Shadow King that he had something good to show him, and it was guaranteed to be something he would remember forever.
Seeing two people who looked like young people, but whose actual age difference was probably thirty times, walking toward the corner with their shoulders hunched, Aizhuo wondered why these dragon princes were so different from before.
In the past, banquets were used to discuss various battlefield mistakes step by step. If a friendly force made the slightest mistake, they would be pointed out by the arrogant Caledonians, who believed that their abilities were completely unworthy of their status as reinforcements.
"But at least it's a good thing. At least they look like human beings." El Zhuo sighed in his heart for a moment, as he was somewhat of a helper in this war.
It was just that Eltharion and Eltharion were responsible for stopping the Druzi reinforcements coming from the east. The most difficult tasks were completed by Caledor and Nagaris.
Coupled with the navies of Itain and Cosqui who blockaded the sea area, a small Caronde Kal was responsible for four kingdoms.
Feeling a little bored here, Eldraine walked towards another location and found Eltharion being surrounded by a group of dragon princes.
Agathel's face was flushed with alcohol, and he kept patting Elsharion's shoulders, urging,
"Drink quickly. Don't the Yris people even have this courage? You know that the champion warrior back then was I drank two barrels of Dragon's Breath Vodka in one go, and still had the strength to run to the deck to fish." Masino kept nodding, indicating that this was indeed the case. As for how much he drank, only the group of people who fell in the cabin knew.
After being slapped on the shoulder, Elsarion stared at the glass of red liquid that was still foaming in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He originally thought that this banquet was just a post-war summary, but he didn't expect that it would actually turn into a carnival party.
Seeing that Eltharion was still hesitating, Agthel couldn't help it anymore and urged again,
"Hurry, hurry, if you drink this cup of Dragon's Breath Vodka, I will tell you a secret." The kind-hearted
Azrael He planned to stop the Dragon Prince's Gonghuo. He had tasted this thing before, but ended up spitting it out without even swallowing.
"He is still a young man, Agthel. Don't think that everyone is like you, staying in the tavern all day."
Agathel raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and the others were afraid of Azrael. He is the prince's father-in-law, so I don't dare to talk back. But who are we, do we need to care about this?
He let go of Elsharion's arm, twisted his neck, and heard a popping noise, "Why, our peacemaker is getting involved in this kind of thing again? I've long been unhappy with you, an old boy. Do you dare to touch it?"
Ai Zhuo was not deterred by the provocation and planned to do whatever he said.
However, Elsarion, who was at the center of the incident, stopped two veterans who had experienced many battles. He was upright and did not guess the double act between Agtheel and Azrael, and stopped the two people who seemed to be angry.
He picked up the glass of Dragon's Breath Vodka and took a sip to suppress the redness in his cheeks. He received a burst of applause, and they all praised Morarion's son as a warrior, quite like the falcon of Yris.
After getting the desired effect, Agathel raised his eyebrows and looked at Eldraine, saying that he had done a good job. Eltharion's ability was beyond words, and his personality was too rigid. Such a prince might be prestigious enough, but he lacked some humanity.
After squeezing his neck and finishing the glass of Caledonian wine, Elsarion saw the two people who originally wanted to fight stop, with smiles on their faces after success.
Knowing that he had been tricked, he could only smile and said that he would never be fooled a second time.
"Isn't this much better? How can you keep a cold face after the war? If you can't experience happiness while alive, you will be scorned even after death." Agthel poured a glass of normal wine for Elsarion. Wine, the Dragon Prince still has a good impression of this young man.
Eltharion has proven himself worthy of the Fang Sword, and the Helm of Yris waits to slide its wings above his head.
"Although I dislike Agathel very much, what he said makes sense." Azhuo lost no time in nodding. His relationship with Agathel was a bit complicated, and it was all the grudges left by the Dragon Prince's fathers.
After all, Wind Howling City is the closest to Tyran Locke, so it is impossible that some stories did not happen there.
Agthel, who was being squeezed, knew that Adela was picking a fight, and immediately prepared to retort,
"You really deserve a beating. I don't understand how you agreed to Adira's marriage. I remember one hundred and sixty Years ago, in front of Prince Mikhail, it can be said that you would never establish a deeper connection with Caledor." It was okay not to mention
this matter, but Eldra became a little angry when he mentioned Imrik's father. ,
"Mikhail is an out-and-out bastard. I kindly led the army to the Broken Coast to support him, but he actually blamed me for being too slow and delaying the opportunity. I remember that you were also there at the time. I have to say, from the dragon People who come out of the palace all look like bastards."
Amidst the constant drinking and noise, the celebration banquet held in Nagaroth was still a success, at least it proved that Asur could not only defeat Druzi, but also After killing them all, they can celebrate on the land where the bodies were buried.
Except for a few ogres who only cared about eating and drinking, people from several kingdoms were very satisfied with the celebration banquet and hoped that the next venue would be Nagarund.
(End of chapter)