Chapter 482 The First Banquet in Naggaroth

Ulthuan was once again in turmoil because of this war, but for the armies far away, it was 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 about their glory more. I saw Davian talking constantly between the Shadow King and Eldraine,

"As soon as I saw the fear lord, I immediately asked Ingersus to rush forward. The breath of the Glory Star Dragon burned most of the black dragon's wings. There was panic in the eyes of this dirty Druchi, and I immediately charged with a dragon gun. , piercing it through the air."

Seeing the proud look in the Dragon Prince's eyes, Aizhuo put one of his free hands around his face and asked with some confusion,

"But I remember that you haven't gotten the dragon gun from Vaal's Anvil yet. Did you borrow it from Masnot?"

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 asked Priest Vaal for a dragon gun temporarily, just for this moment."

Eldraine glanced at this tough-talking brat without leaving any trace, the Blade of the Dragon Lord? The Snarky Blade is pretty much the same, with the same virtue as Imrik.

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,

"Hurry up and drink it. Don't the Yiris people even have this courage? You know, the champion warrior back then drank two barrels of Dragon's Breath Vodka in one go and still had the strength to go on the deck to fish."

Masnot couldn't help but nodded, 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 Elsharion was still hesitating, Agthel couldn't help it anymore and urged again,

"Hurry, hurry, if you drink this glass of Dragon's Breath Vodka, I will tell you a secret."

The kind-hearted Aizhuo planned to stop the Dragon Prince's Gonghuo. He had tasted this thing before, but he didn't even make a move to swallow it and just spit it out.

"He is still a young man, Agthel. Don't think that everyone is like you and stays in the tavern all day."

Agthel raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Others were afraid that Aizhuo was the prince's father-in-law and did not dare to talk back. But what is our status? 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?”

Even after being provoked, Azhuo did not give up and decided to just do what 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 Eldraine was making a quarrel and immediately prepared to retort.

"You really owe it, I don't want to understand, how did you agree with Etira's marriage. I remember that one sixty years ago, you would never be in front of Prince Mikhail. Caledo creates deeper connections."

It's okay not to mention this matter. When Imrik's father was mentioned, Eldra became a little angry.

"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 Palace Everyone who comes out looks like an asshole."

Amidst the constant drinking and noise, the celebration banquet held in Naggaroth was still a success. At least it proved that Asur could not only defeat Druzi, but also kill them all on the land where the bodies were buried. celebrate.

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.