"The souls of the departed return to the Holy 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! Salute to all the deceased and the living! After a long pause, Prince Danas finally shouted his final declaration; His beard trembled with excitement, and his face flushed with roar; At the same time as he shouted these words, the prince and marshal of Riptide Castle tilted the barrel in his hand, and a dark red syrup flowed from the barrel and sprinkled it in the soil at the feet of Prince Danas - this was the way to toast the dead.

"Hail to all the dead and the living!" All the soldiers, human and dwarven, repeated the phrase in a low voice, pouring the liquor in their hands onto the ground, even Arthas - although he had not personally participated 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 down 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 it at the night sky, and shouted: "For victory!" ”

"For victory!" With this action of Prince Danas, there was a clattering sound, and many human soldiers also threw away the wine glasses and barrels in their hands, pulled out the weapons at their waists, and followed the movements of Danas, pointing to the sky; At this moment, everyone's hearts yearn for the ultimate 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 obediently sat beside his master, holding a large barrel on his lap, once Arthas had drunk all the wine in his glass. The little magic sword will quickly refill it for the master; And beside Frost Sorrow, the Red Dragon Queen didn't know how many barrels were piled up at her feet, but she was still very energetic and talking to Wen Leisa, and her face didn't even blush.

"Oh yes. Little girl, I don't know your name yet! The Red Dragon Queen suddenly said this.

"Winlessa, Winlessa? Windranger, Your Excellency the Queen can call me Winlessa. Winlesa carefully held the wooden glass in her hands and took small sips of wine—a sweet taste that Winlessa loved very much. It's just that drinking too much will make you feel dizzy, and Winlessa is 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 Excellency......," Wunlesa exclaimed in small exclamation, and the flush on her face grew heavier - usually from drunkenness. It's usually because of shyness. After hesitating for a moment, Wen Lesa still hesitated and said, "Your Excellency the Queen, you just ......"

"Huh? What the? The Red Dragon Queen held the barrel in her arms, resting her chin on the barrel in boredom, and turned her face sideways to speak to Winlessa.

"Just ...... I'm lying! 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 also lowered her voice and quietly replied to Wen Lesa.

"But...... But...... It's not good to lie! "Weenlesa has been struggling with this question just now. Her Excellency is not as powerful as she herself says, and ...... Most importantly, without Alsace and Lady Frost, Her Excellency would not have been able to escape alone. Why didn't she tell the truth? Aurelia's sister and mother have been telling Sù Wen Lesa since they were young that they want to be honest children!

"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 ghost won't demolish me, and you won't demolish me, isn't that enough?" Look at how much those people worship me now. If I tell them that I am so inferior in the truth, they will be disappointed! ”

"Is it okay if you don't get debunked?" Wen Lesa felt that what the Red Dragon Queen said was wrong, but her mind 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 in 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! However, 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 Elves, and then quietly put the wine barrel in her hand on the ground, adjusted her body, and let Wen Lessa lie on her thigh, one hand gently patted Wen Lessa's back, and the other hand stroked Wen Lessa's soft silver hair back and forth, and whispered: "What a cute 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 the noisy Qiē around him, Alsace's upper and lower eyelids became more and more intimate, and he, who was already very tired, drank a little more wine, a little more drunk, and finally couldn't support it. 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 snapped in agreement, and at once tossed aside the barrel on his thigh, and with all the syrup flowing down the round mouth of the barrel, he busily lifted Arthas's head to his lap; The little prince lay flat on the bench, his head resting on the soft and elastic thighs of frost sorrow, and soon fell asleep groggy; Frost Sorrow focused on arranging her master's blonde hair, patting the back of Arthas's hand rhythmically as if she were coaxing a child who had just fallen asleep. (To be continued.) )