When night falls, the previously silent barracks becomes a sea of joy, and the bright light of the fire makes it and the Milky Way in the sky reflect each other, and you can feel the pleasant atmosphere even from a distance.

Vasks of barley beer, cured pork, game freshly caught from the forest, roasted brown bread, and cheese made the human coalition start a grand carnival, wandering around one campfire after another with large wine glasses, singing songs from their hometowns, beating drums and small gongs, and venting their inner depression to the fullest.

Even the Noldor elves, who were originally very sad, were attracted by this atmosphere, and from the beginning they involuntarily walked in, to Zuihou also took out the food they brought with them and shared them with everyone.

They were rejoicing in their hard-won victory, and even more so in their own survival, and they were using wine and good food to make themselves forget their sorrows, pains, and sorrows for a while—only for now, to replace their sorrows with joy.

The sound of the strings, accompanied by the cheerful rhythm of the pipe flute and the lute, the enticing aroma filled the air, the crispy roasted wild boar meat tumbled over the bonfire, the warriors gathered around the campfire and told lewd jokes, which caused a burst of noisy laughter from time to time, and the long queue formed before the oak barrel after barrel, raising its own wine glasses and shouting and making noise.

The Noldor elves, who were still in the midst of loss, have now completely let go of their restraints and etiquette, drinking ale and wine like northerners, tearing barbecue and bread, and holding fragrant stews in their hands, immersed in this feast.

There are also many more sensitive elves, or attracted by the magnificent scene in front of them, or they think of their relatives and friends who died on the battlefield, gently playing the piano in their hands, and singing in a low voice:

"Could it be that this world is all dreams~?Otherwise, why do you always leave~?

We are just passers-by~, only time can be eternal~;

This beautiful haode dream is too short~, and it disappears before it has time to reminisce~;

Friends, don't be sad for your dreams~, because we don't have it~;

Everything is just an illusory shadow~, but who can forget it~?"

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And while this joyous feast was going on, a grand party was also being held in the camp master's tent, in which all the main commanders of the entire army were present, even their deputies--for example, Terenus was the lieutenant Will, and this old man, who claimed to be "overwhelmed with alcohol", made Will come forward for most of the toasts, and he sat at the table and tasted the food with great elegance.

However, a "person familiar with the matter" revealed: This old knight is far from being as personable as he shows, and he may have drunk more times than he has been on the battlefield, and eighty percent is afraid that he will be embarrassed by drinking too much, so that it is not good to step down in front of outsiders, so he shirks in every possible way.

As the greatest hero of this battle, he led the knights to launch a surprise attack, successfully defeated the orc army and used the decapitation tactic, and killed Theodore Julian of Corsai in a surprise attack, and naturally sat in the middle of the banquet in front of the gate, just sitting shoulder to shoulder with Marshal Terenus.

As for Helena, who was supposed to be present, she did not participate in the banquet because of her grief, but stayed in the tent with Knight Ain, and Theodore could not do anything about this outcome—he did not know how to persuade Helena, so he had to let it go.

And Salald, who was sitting on the left, was desperately pouring wine, drinking one cup after another, and didn't seem to care at all that he might be embarrassed after getting drunk. However, such a heavy drinking gesture made the Noldor Elf even more convinced that this "Golden Lion of Salion" was brave and extraordinary.

It is normal for Salad to be depressed, the most likely battle exploits were "snatched away by others", and the next battles were all one-sided by SF and Shunshui, and the orcs who lost their momentum could not still have the ability to organize a resistance, so naturally that kind of battle could not increase any prestige, and it was possible for the gutter to capsize.

Although he has sworn allegiance to Helena Pendragon, it does not mean that Salald will give up all opportunities to increase his prestige, and the future of the north will be a relatively close alliance of humans, the higher the prestige, the more it should be, the higher the voice, and the rise of Salion will be slowly realized in it.

But now that Theodore had clearly gained the upper hand—the unbeatable first credit, plus the credit for protecting the blood of Pendragon, and the apparently friendly nature of Princess Helena to him (it was unbelievable that nothing had happened to the two of them after living together for so long!—Salald's self-talk), Rome was clearly more dependent on Helena as an alien human power, and even the Knights of the Dawn had a relationship with him.

It is always difficult for outsiders to gain the trust of the locals, but on the other hand, the Romans have an absolutely inseparable cooperative relationship with Helena and the Knights of the Dawn, they need to be recognized by the "law", and the Knights of the Dawn can also borrow the Liliang of Rome to balance the other alliance members, avoiding the possibility of the other party gradually expanding Shili, Zuihou kicking out the Pendragon family and claiming the king of the north alone.

"Drink less, there are still a lot of things to be busy tomorrow!" Aaron on the side was a little unaccustomed to his friend's unrestrained drinking: "Do you want to get up early in the morning and have a headache to blow up?"

"Go and talk to Terenus about that, Hiccup~! Salald rudely pushed away the other party's outstretched hand: "I want to drink as much as I want, no one can... Hiccup~! ”

"I think you must be drunk, you unpersuaded fellow. Aaron muttered, "Guards, come here quickly, and carry your Grand Duke back to the tent!"

"Get out of the way...... Hiccup~!" Salald stood up and brutally dragged away the soldier who came to pull him next to him: "I can still drink!

"How can you be so sure, um? Aaron Brennus, how can you be so sure?" Salald staggered over to Aaron and slammed his fist on the table with a bang...... Falcon...... Hiccup~!How do you judge a lion?huh?!"

Salald's voice made the otherwise lively banquet suddenly become much quieter, and one after another looked at him in confusion or for unknown reasons, wondering what was going on.

"Salald, you're drunk, don't let people see the joke. Theodore frowned and stepped down from his seat, reaching out to pull the other man's arm, but he didn't want the Grand Duke of Urtok to turn over and avoid him at once.

"Aha! it turns out to be our great hero, Master Theodore Julian!" Salald cried out, deliberately squinting at him, "Why, isn't our great hero sitting in his high chair? Or are you too short to sit on?"

"I don't want to talk to you now, you drunkard!" Theodore sighed, "We'll talk to you when you're awake, if you really want to talk to me." ”

"I'm so sober now!" said Salald squirming, "You, Theodore Julian, do you really take your exploits for granted? You are just lucky!

With that, Salald stumbled over to his chair, drew his saber from behind, and swayed it from side to side and pointed it at Theodore: "We can choose the real knight now! Sword, spear, mace or hammer, you name it, let's fight it out!"

"If that's what you're asking for, Salald Urtok!" Theodore's face was cold, but there was deep helplessness in his eyes: "Valens, give me the sword!"

"You're crazy!" Aaron got up from his chair and grabbed Theodore's right arm from behind: "At a time like this, how much more are you not ............"

"I think I'll be able to clean up a drunkard!" Diodore shook off Aaron's hand, took the sword from Valens' hand, and strode over to the Archduke of Salion, who was leaning in his chair and exhaling drunkenly.

"Oh my god, they're all unruly bastards!" Aaron cursed to himself, then turned his gaze for help to Marshal Terenas in front of him. But the old man was obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp, and with a "I don't see anything" expression, he was sipping alone, so that Aaron, who was completely speechless, had to take his sword from his chair as well, just in case the two men suddenly came to the real thing - the drunken Salald was the most likely.

Without bowing, Salad suddenly stood up from his chair, held his sword in both hands and swung it towards Theodor who was walking towards him, the powerful blade with the sound of breaking wind, Theodore immediately set up the blade to resist, and was repulsed half a step before stopping, and his palm was numb for a while!

The two men fought back and forth in the center of the tent, "Bell-!!" The sound of the clashing of swords played back and forth, and the knights behind Valence and Salald both held the hilt of their swords early, but neither dared to step forward to interrupt, and could only do it there in a hurry--at this time, it was obviously very inappropriate and impolite to pull a wrong hand, and his lord would lose face because the duel was interrupted.

Although Salald was drunk, Diodore still couldn't get half a step closer, and every impact would make him involuntarily retreat, after all, the accumulation of swordsmanship over the years was much stronger than Theodore, a halfway monk, even if Salald was already delirious, Theodore could only fight with him.

"What's the matter? That's all we can do? I thought you could hold on for a while!" Salald, though his body swayed back and forth, his instinctive sense of battle still allowed him to swing freely, repelling Theodore's attacks again and again.

Finally, probably fainting from holding on, or for some other reason, Salald raised his sword above his head with a strange scream, and smashed it fiercely, and Theodore, whose hands trembled, could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, and the whole person was bounced away and fell on the table next to him.

Aaron, who had been waiting for a long time, took the opportunity to jerk his head with a scabbard from Salald's back, and Salald, who had drunk high, shook his head with a lion, threw his sword away, and fell asleep.

"Guard, bring him back!" shouted Aaron, and with a sigh of relief in his heart—fortunately nothing had happened, he walked over and pulled Theodore up, "Are you alright?"

"This damn bastard!" Diodore scolded in aptitude, then said to Aaron, "xiexie!"

"Nothing. Aaron shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's just a gesture!"

"By the way, if we fight again next time, will you help me?" Diodor asked, half-jokingly, "Or, help Salald?"

"Oh, it's up to you who is right and who is wrong. Aaron shook his head and spread his hands: "If he's wrong, I'll naturally help you." ”

"What if I'm wrong?"

"......" Aaron touched his chin and thought for a while, then nodded seriously: "Then I'll stand aside and watch!"

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