"The souls of the deceased return to the light, the living are tireless, let us, with the weapons in our hands, drive those green-skinned crumbs out of our homeland, our country, and our world forever! After a long pause, Prince Danas finally uttered his final declaration, his beard trembling with excitement, his face flushed with roar, and as he shouted these words aloud, the prince and marshal of Rapids, tilted the barrel in his hand, and a stream of dark red liquor flowed out of the barrel and sprinkled it on the soil at the feet of Prince Danas—a way of toasting the dead. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Salute to all the dead and the living!" repeated the words in a low voice to all the soldiers, human and dwarven, pouring the syrup in their hands to the ground, even Arthas - although he was not personally involved in the battle, he understood this way of remembering his fallen comrades as a former soldier.

After paying homage to the soldiers who died in battle, Prince Danas raised the barrel in his hand again, jerked his half-bald head, drank the remaining liquor from the barrel, and then threw the barrel to the ground, drew his two-handed sword from his waist, pointed the blade at the night sky, and shouted: "For victory!"

"For victory!" With this action of Prince Danas, there was a loud and chaotic sound, and many human soldiers also threw away the wine glass and barrel in their hands, drew the weapons on their waists, and followed the movements of Danas, pointing to the sky; at this moment, everyone's hearts yearn for the final victory, except for ......

Gee...... It's a pity—Arthas thought to himself, and sat back down on the bench, sipping the rest of the wine in his glass, pondering—this bald uncle was funny, he looked like an orthodox and stereotypical soldier, but for some reason, he always liked to boost the morale of his soldiers like a politician, and I couldn't understand it.

Frostmourn sat obediently beside her master, holding a large wine barrel on her lap, once Arthas drank all the wine in the glass, the little magic sword would quickly refill it for her master, and beside Frostsorrow, the Red Dragon Queen did not know how many barrels were stacked at her feet, but she was still very energetic and talking to Wen Leisa, and her face did not even blush.

"Oh yes, little girl, I don't know your name yet!" said the Red Dragon Queen.

"Winlessa, Winlessa Windranger, Your Excellency can call me Winlessa. Wen Lesa carefully held the wooden glass in both hands and drank the wine in small sips - this sweet taste Wen Lesa also liked it very much, but if she drank too much, she would feel dizzy, and Wen Lessa was like that now.

"Oh, Wenlesa. Hee-hee, your face is red, it's so cute. The Red Dragon Queen suddenly stretched out a hand and gently pinched Wen Lessa's face, and the appearance of a hippie smile looked like a female hooligan.

"Ah, Your Excellen......cy," Wunlesa exclaimed in small exclamation, and the flush on her face grew heavier—usually from drunkenness, usually from shyness. After hesitating for a moment, Wen Lesa still hesitated and said, "Your Excellency the Queen, you just ......"

"Uh-huh, what?" the Red Dragon Queen hugged the barrel, resting her chin on the barrel in boredom, and turned her face sideways to speak to Winlessa.

"Just ...... It's a lie! That's what happened in Grimbaatar......" Winlessa's voice was very quiet, and it was clear that she didn't want to be heard talking to her and the Red Dragon Queen.

"Well, yes, it's lying. The Red Dragon Queen seemed to like this kind of conversation with these mysterious atmospheres, and she lowered her voice and quietly replied to Wen Leisa.

"But...... But...... It's not good to lie!" Wen Lesa has been struggling with this question just now, Her Majesty is not as powerful as she herself said, and ...... The most important thing is that without Arthas and Lady Frost, Her Excellency would not have escaped alone, why didn't she tell the truth? Sister Aurelia and her mother told Winlesa from an early age to be an honest child!

"It's okay, it's okay if the lie isn't exposed by others. The Red Dragon Queen taught the child nonchalantly, "That little human devil won't demolish me, and you won't demolish me, isn't that enough?"

"Is it okay if you don't get exposed?" Wen Lesa felt that what the Red Dragon Queen said was wrong, but she was dizzy now, and she didn't want to argue with Her Excellency the Queen, she just wanted to ...... Just looking for a place to get a good night's sleep. Thinking about it, Wen Leisa's eyelids drooped, and little by little, she finally fell into the arms of the Red Dragon Queen, the wooden wine glass in her hand was also crooked, and the rest of the wine syrup was sprinkled on the ground.

With a "bang", the wine glass in Wen Leisa's hand also fell to the ground, and the Red Dragon Queen held the wine barrel with one hand, and pushed the high elf in her arms with the other hand: "Hey, Wen Leisa, wake up! Are you asleep?"

Wen Lesa didn't answer the Red Dragon Queen, her small body twisted, her smooth back rising and falling slightly with her well-proportioned breathing, as if she was already asleep.

"This girl fell asleep like this...... "The Red Dragon Queen was a little dissatisfied, she still had a lot to say!But looking at Wen Leisa's sleeping face covered by silver hair, the Red Dragon Queen couldn't help but reach out and touch the slightly hot smooth cheeks of the High Elf, and then quietly put the wine barrel in her hand on the ground, adjusted her body, and let Wen Lesa lie on her lap, one hand gently patted Wen Leisa's back, and the other hand stroked Wen Leisa's soft silver hair back and forth, and whispered in her mouth:" What a lovely little girl......"

On the other hand, Danas, who had just finished his impassioned preaching, began to chat with Muradin and Mograini all over the world, while drinking heavily, and soon, even the tricks of guessing fists and playing drinking orders were used, making it hard to believe that this uncle, who was like a prodigal in a bar, was actually a prince marshal.

Looking at everything around him, Alsace's upper and lower eyelids became more and more intimate, and he, who was already very tired, drank some more wine, a little more drunk, and finally couldn't support it anymore. The little prince put down the wine glass in his hand and said to Frost's sorrow: "Xiaoshuang, I'm sleepy, lie on you for a while......"

"Good master!" Frost Sorrow said so crisply that he immediately tossed aside the barrel on his thigh, and no matter how much liquor flowed down the round mouth of the barrel, he hurriedly lifted Arthas's head to his lap; the little prince lay flat on the bench, his head resting on Frost Sorrow's soft and elastic thighs, and soon fell asleep; Frost Sorrow concentrated on arranging his master's golden hair, and patted the back of Arthas's hand rhythmically with his hand, like coaxing a child who had just fallen asleep.