The camp is semi-circular in shape, and few people can climb over the steep mountains to attack from behind, which reduces the camp's defensive surface by a large margin.

Walking into the camp, the most striking thing is nothing else, but the black cave behind the camp, located under the gray-black mountain wall. It looks tortuous and deep, with the light of torches shining through it, reflecting a faint silhouette.

"This cave was originally called the Cave of Weeping, but we cleared the ooze monsters that were entrenched here and turned it into a warehouse for our supplies." Fordin explained.

The squires happily greeted them, some were busy helping the knights remove their armor, some were careful to send the wounded into a larger hut, where priests treated them further, and a few gathered the horses together and led them to the stables, where the cattle who had just experienced the great war would be given oat concentrate to replenish their strength, which was usually added to some royal blood grass, but in the north of Lordaeron, which was contaminated by the plague, it was rare to collect this herb now.

The adventurers also gave their mounts to these squires, and although they did not take care of the wild animals like the Kodo and the Wolves, the squires were brave enough to try to accomplish the task. The always docile Kodomon was fine, but the rebellious wolf bared its teeth in dissatisfaction and resisted the approach of the grooms, and the Blood Spear had to walk over for a while to calm it down.

In Tirio? Led by Fordin, they made their way to the largest shack in the camp. There were several large windows open in the walls of the shack, and even though it was close to evening, the room was bright. In the middle of the house was a large long table with several animal skin maps and small flags for tactical deduction, which was clearly a combat command table, but the grease stains and food scraps on it indicated that it could also be used as a dining table. After Ferding had instructed his attendants to clean up the clutter on the table, they sat down in the chairs around the table, stretching their stiff legs and feet.

Sitting with them were the knights, who, after a one-sided battle, had weakened the barrier between the knights and these aliens, and at least they could smile at each other.

"Wait a moment, friends from afar, the attendants will soon have ready the wine and food," said Ferdin, who was as tired and hungry as all the guests, and was eager to feast on it, sitting at the top of the long table.

The guys of Silver Dawn were very efficient, and they didn't have to wait long for the steaming food to be delivered to the table. Truth be told, Silver Dawn's logistical supplies are not abundant, as there are no crops in the Plaguelands to the east or west, and their supplies are almost always transported from the Hillsbrad Hills in the south and the Yongsong Forest in the north. In order to facilitate long-distance transportation, the food is dry and shelf-stable wild boar ham, bacon, hard jerky and large pieces of hard bread, and most of the fruits and vegetables are air-dried bananas, sun-dried porcini mushrooms, forest mushrooms, etc., which are more than enough to fill the stomach, but the taste is not satisfactory.

But for adventurers who have experienced a great war and a long journey, they can't ask for more. What's more, along with the food, there are also Silver Moon Bordeaux and Yongge wines from the north, these blood elves make fine wines with a smooth and delicate taste, and a variety of styles, which are simply a godsend for drunkards.

Furding said that the warehouse at the back of the camp also contained barrels of frog poison wine made by rotten moss trolls, which had been captured during a battle with the trolls, but that the wine, supposedly made from poison dart frog's venom, was so slippery and sticky that it was like swallowing a poison dart frog alive, and only those with the most serious tastes would dare to try it. Ever since tasting its horrible taste once at Durontal's frontier outpost, Diego has vowed never to drink it again, not a drop!

It may be that there are outsiders present, and the adventurers have restrained a lot, and even the dwarves who are heavy on alcohol do not let loose and get drunk. At the banquet, the guests and hosts frequently raised their glasses to celebrate this great victory. They relaxed and talked, laughed, and enjoyed the joy of victory.

Among the adventurers, the Minotaur Shaman was unusually quiet today, silently pouring glass after glass of wine, as if he wanted to get himself drunk. His cheeks looked so swollen that his eyes looked like slits, but the Minotaur didn't use shamanic spells to heal the swelling, and he was determined to make the pain last longer so that he could remember the lesson more deeply.

"Hey, man, this one for you, put it on the roof of your tent," Bloodspear whispered with an oak wine glass, he spread out his free hand, Dezko was surprised to see a white broken tooth lying in his palm, it was the tooth he was broken today, Bloodspear didn't know when to pick it up, "The ancestral soul will bless you, and then give you a new tooth!" ”

It is a popular custom among the minotaur that when a young minotaur loses his baby teeth, his parents will ask him to throw the fallen baby teeth on the roof of the tent so that the ancestral spirit will give a blessing and then "sure enough" the new teeth will grow soon after.

"Come on, man, I'm not a kid anymore." Dezko said "disdainfully", but he still took the orc's kindness and carefully put it in his pocket. Diego noticed tears in the corners of the Minotaur's slitted eyes, and the next moment, Dezko stood up from his seat.

People stopped talking in some surprise and looked at him.

"I must apologize to everyone for my stubbornness and arrogance today, I brought everyone into danger," the Minotaur said with some excitement, looking at everyone guiltily, and then holding up the wine glass in front of him, "I must say that winning the favor of Mother Earth has made me so carried away that I have forgotten that I am still a mortal!" ”

Diego nodded beside him, he had seen this situation a lot in his previous life, especially those nouveau riche, who had more money in their hands, but their mentality was not adjusted well, in a word, it was inflated!

After Dezko finished speaking, he raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp, with a bit of "don't say anything, it's all in the wine". Immediately after, he shook his head, and his huge body fell to the ground with a pop, drunk to death.

The knights of Silver Dawn were a little confused, but they were not stupid, and they had somewhat guessed that the matter in which the adventurers were besieged today was the Minotaur pot.

The orc kicked the unconscious minotaur and then looked at the others: "He's just drunk, leave him alone, let's keep drinking!" ”

I have to say that the minotaur was drunk at the right time, at least to avoid an embarrassment.

The feast lasted for three hours, until the White Lady rose high into the sky and the Blue Child appeared on the horizon, and the well-fed people began to disperse, and the adventurers were led by the attendants to the arranged rooms. Bloodspear and Masrae walked at the front, carrying the heavy minotaur.

"Diego, wait a minute, I think we need to talk about it separately."

Diego, who had just walked to the door, suddenly heard Tirio? Fording shouted under his breath, and he looked back at the paladin without surprise. Yes, he can't wait to solve the mystery of his origins.