Drink first, then talk about things, drink until you get drunk, drink until you are drunk, there will be fewer lies in the words, and there will be more truth, this is the straightforward Minotaur hospitality.

The banquet was held in great pomp, and all the minotaurs of the whole tribe arrived, and one by one the domestic animals were slaughtered one after another, their entrails were removed, washed, and sent to the bonfire.

Large vats of minotaur ale and eggnog were transported to the square, and whoever wanted to drink it, even if he scooped up a large cup, no matter how much he drank, no one stopped him.

The minotaur you come and go, staggering, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, gathering together in twos and threes, each boasting, from time to time there is a loud laugh, as for the minotaur who has drunk too much and is crazy about drinking, he directly carries it out and beats it, and beats it until he comes back and continues to drink after sobering up.

There are also people who quarrel, and they quarrel until their faces are red and their necks are thick, and no one is convinced, so they simply go to the back to fight, and the nearby minotaurs will follow to join in the fun, and see the good show, as for the one who lost the fight, he is not annoyed, Lao Tzu can't beat you and still can't drink you?!

The roast and coarse ale smeared with only large grains of salt were not very tasty, but the pleasant atmosphere was enough to withstand all the food, and everyone except Avna and Ryoma drank a lot of wine.

Dia's eyes narrowed, her mind was dizzy, and Claire leaned back to back against each other, Claire had already fallen asleep with her head tilted, and Harbert was still strong, and Horn picked up the wooden cup and swallowed it with a clatter.

At this time, Bethorn walked over, he put a slightly drunk hand on Horn's shoulder, burped, and shouted loudly against Horn's ear: "Horn, the title of the first warrior of the tribe should be relinquished, hurry up and pick up your damn weapon, I want to challenge you, this time I promise to beat you until you can't pee." ”

"You--mom give me a little quiet! I'm about to be deafened by you, I see that you haven't been beaten for a few days, and the cowhide is itching again, come on, come on, see if I don't beat you, even Aunt Lisa can't recognize you." “

"Wait!"

"How can you grind and chirp like your mothers, are you afraid? Horn said impatiently.

"I'm going to challenge him first. Bethorne pointed to the half-asleep Dia.

Horn stared, looked in the direction of Bethorn's finger, and suddenly woke up with fright, he grabbed Bethorn over, and said viciously: "Bethorne, you'd better not make trouble for me, I think it's because you're crazy that you will challenge the distinguished guests of the Bloodhoof Tribe!"

"Horn, I'm not crazy, I just wanted to see if he was as strong as you say he was, and if I lost, I would apologize for my rudeness this afternoon. ”

"How?"

Horn pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll tell him for you, but don't expect me to help you convince him, and if your honored guest doesn't agree, you'd better honestly apologize for your recklessness, or I'll make you suffer." ”

Then, Hawthorn gently shook Dia, woke him up, and repeated Bethone's words.

Dia was stunned, "Challenge me?" He thought for a moment and said, "No problem, when will it start." “

I was worried that I couldn't find a strong opponent to compete, and Claire was boring, I was kited all the time, and I was completely beaten, and Hubbard's swordsmanship was too sharp, and he would cut off his limbs and behead him or something at every turn, which was only suitable for life and death fighting.

Seeing Dia agree, Bethorne's face turned happy and said, "You can do it now." ”

He roared loudly: "Spread out! Spread out for me! I want to compete with adventurers from afar." ”

The surrounding minotaurs looked sideways, and when they saw that it was Bethorne, the second warrior of the tribe, they hurriedly stepped back, and if they accidentally hit him with a stick and lay in bed for four or five days, the ox-making exercise would be much less fun in posture.

"Bethorn is going to challenge Horn again? Guess who's going to win this time. ”

"Needless to say, did Betthorne win?"

"Shhh ”

Beythorn's face darkened, pretending not to hear anything, he lifted the heavy totem, and stood in silence in front of Dia.

"It's not Horn who Bethhorn is challenging, it's the human child!"

"That human child?! Is Bethorne stupid enough to challenge a human child? ”

"Look at that human child's thin skin and tender flesh, my calf can beat him at least five!"

"Cut, just your calf, that little physique, my family can knock it down with one hand. ”

"Dahl, you're stirring up trouble, do you dare to fight me!"

"Hit it, I'll be afraid of you?!"

Dia got up and banged, Claire's head fell to the ground solidly, and she jumped to her feet and pointed at Dia angrily.

"Dia, you bastard! You absolutely did it on purpose! You're cheating me again!"

"Just now you said that you will definitely talk to me before you get up, if I believe you again in the future, I will be a dog!"

Dia touched the back of her head in embarrassment: "I forgot." ”

......

Bethone kept his eyes on Dia with no carelessness, and as a battle-hardened fighter, he would take any opponent seriously.

"Adventurer, show your weapons. ”

"I don't have a weapon, come on. With that, Dia activated the bearman transformation.

Druid Betthorn frowned slightly.

A druid who doesn't use magic and transforms naturally alone?

"Adventurer, you can use magic to strengthen your body, I want to defeat you with dignity. “

If you let me use it, I won't either. Dia's face was innocent, and he didn't know any of the enhanced magic of the power of a bull or the tenacity of a bear.

"Goo. (I won't.) ）

Although he couldn't understand his language, looking at his expression, Bethorne also understood a general idea, which made him a little puzzled, is the natural transformation of the druid so powerful? Without the enhancement of magic, without the fighting spirit in the warrior's body, he can shoot a centaur weighing two hundred and forty pounds into the air with his physical body? This is impossible!

This made him increasingly suspicious that Horn was talking big.

"That kid is a druid?!"

"What a strange bear. ”

"Strange horses, strange bears, these adventurers are really strange. ”

"How long do you guess that human adventurer will last under Hawthorn?"

"Look, Hawthorn has attacked!"

Bethorne stomped his right foot to the ground, boom, smoke and dust, and the totem giant stick in his hand waved, bringing a whistling sound of air cracking, so powerful that it was like a hill crashing.

Dia's pupils shrank, this is extraordinary power!

He roared angrily and stood upright, his thick bear paws as if tearing through the air, and a piercing explosion sounded at the totem that swung at Bethone.

The ground shook, the sand flew away, and even the eardrums were trembling.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the two figures slowly appeared, and everyone looked nervously, the giant bear stood proudly, and Bethhorn stood proudly against each other, and there was no winner or loser!

Bethorne's expression slowly became solemn, he already had some faith that the druid in front of him could fly the centaur with one palm, but it was not enough to defeat him with this alone!