Chapter 586 After the war, of course there was a banquet!
“Wake up! The battle is not over yet! Get up!”
Being slapped on the face by two rough hands, the confused Gordon jumped up reflexively.
He stretched his hand behind his shoulder, but did not touch the hilt of the sword. Then he discovered that what was wrapped around him was not armor, but soft cotton and linen shirts and bandages.
This place doesn't seem to be a battlefield, but a room that's not too big?
Gordon looked confusedly at Ted, who was grinning at him.
"Are you sick?!" Pig Chop flew over and kicked Ted in the face.
Hayata, who rushed into the room right after Pork Chop, glared at Ted, also looking angry.
Ted, who had several **** marks on his unshaven face from being scratched by a pig's chop, chuckled heartlessly, "I'm just saying, you can wake up when you scream like this, and if you go back to sleep, everyone will sleep stupidly." Got it!"
“That’s called coma meow!”
Feeling that his mind was a little confused, Gordon tapped his forehead and sat back on the bed.
His memory still lingers on the moment when the dragon attribute energy exploded and the Laoshan Dragon's horn broke.
"So, what is the situation now? The battle is over? The old mountain dragon has fallen? Is Minagard okay?" Gordon, who had sorted out his thoughts a little, asked one after another.
Hayata pushed Ted aside and explained: "The battle happened four days ago. Laoshanlong was seriously injured and retreated, Xinzhai was not threatened, and Minagarde was also safe.
Well, by the way, we are now in the hunter's cabin of the assembly hall in Minagard City. "
“Four days?! I slept for four days?” Gordon confirmed in shock. He thought it was only a few hours.
Pork Chop jumped to the edge of the bed, "I've been in a coma for four days, meow!"
Gordon, your injuries are actually very serious. The high-intensity dragon-type energy in the dragon's horns was detonated, and the dragon resistance of the Tyrannosaurus armor is very poor. The situation at that time was too dangerous! "
“Yeah, your heartbeat stopped at that time, and I even gave you artificial respiration!”
.That’s really it, thank you.”
Gordon's expression was distorted for a moment, and he decided to forget about this incident, "Speaking of which, how on earth did Lao Shanlong defeat it?"
After a series of fierce battles, but unable to persist to the end, Gordon felt somewhat regretful.
"How to repel it? Oh, I forgot, you fainted early."
Ted smacked his lips and continued: "The blow you took to cut off the dragon's horn was crucial. It howled and fell down.
Then Boss Xia Zuo organized us to attack desperately, and then it got scared, and then it turned around and ran away, that's it! "
“That’s a good story, don’t tell it again next time.”
Gordon twitched his lips after hearing Ted's minimalist description. He moved his limbs. After feeling that there was no problem, he stood up from the bed.
“Senior Gordon, you have nothing to do right now, why don’t you take some more rest?”
Hayata seemed a little nervous. She woke up two days earlier than Gordon. When she heard that Gordon's heart had stopped beating at that time, she was really frightened.
“What’s going on! The celebration banquet is about to begin, and I’m here to wake him up!” Ted crossed his arms to express his dissatisfaction.
“Tai! De!” Hayata didn’t even use the honorific title for his seniors.
“There’s a party?” Gordon blinked and looked at Ted.
The latter gave a thumbs up, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Of course, tonight!"
“Then let’s walk!”
Since its founding, the halls of the Minagald Hunters' Meeting House have never been so crowded.
More than a hundred hunters from Minagarde, those dispatched by the guild, and those from various cities, towns, and villages came spontaneously to help.
Had some people not been injured or rushed back to their hometowns, this number could have doubled.
The tavern in the assembly hall cannot accommodate so many people at once. Not to mention wine and meat, there are not even enough tables and chairs.
Fortunately, the president is not stingy with the heroes who protected Minagard.
With a stroke of her pen, she approved a large amount of funds for the staff to use to purchase the drinks and ingredients needed for the celebration banquet. As for the tables and chairs, they could only borrow them from the surrounding neighbors.
As a result, the news spread that the hunters were going to hold a celebration banquet.
Countless people from Micheng lined up to bring home wine and various dishes. The quantity was so large that hundreds of pot-bellied men could not eat it.
“Start meowing!”
Following the order from Pork Chop, who was the referee, Gordon and Ted both raised their huge wine glasses, raised their necks and started drinking.
“Ton ton ton bang!”
“Uh oh oh oh oh!!”
Amidst the cheers and cheers of the people around them, the two of them smashed their empty wine glasses on the table at almost the same speed.
“Die meow~!” Pig Chop raised his two little paws and gave the result.
“Here, help me fill it up!” Ted slapped the table randomly and yelled.
A little girl with freckles ran over happily holding an exquisite glass wine bottle.
Amber clear wine gurgled out from the mouth of the bottle until it drained completely, finally filling the one-liter wine glass in Ted's hand to about 70% to 80% full.
Hayata held a wine barrel and filled Gordon with ale.
The two toasted again, but Ted spat it out as soon as he took a sip.
“This is **** distilled liquor!”
Ted was complaining there, and Gordon had finished his glass of ale, "I won!"
“This one doesn’t count! There’s something wrong with my drink!”
The little freckled girl was so wronged that she almost cried, "I obviously brought the fine wine that my father collected."
Under the disdainful gazes of Gordon and others, Ted could only apologize with a dry smile: "Oh no, this wine is so good that I can't bear to drink it in large quantities. I drink it slowly, slowly."
“You loser!” Maxine mocked her brother and looked at Hayata. "Little Hayata seems to have been an adult for a long time. I haven't had a drink with you yet. Let's drink some together!"
Hayata blinked.
She is not a drinker, but she doesn't hate it either. In this atmosphere, she must drink at least some amount.
So, she handed the wine barrel in her hand to Maxine, and then picked up another one herself.
Maxine: "?"
The corner of the street, a relatively quiet corner, is the territory of the elderly.
Looking at everyone in the alcohol team drinking to death, Miles' fist hardened.
Xia Zuo chuckled and said, "Old guy, at least for today, don't spoil their fun."
“Forget it.” Miles sighed, and finally chuckled.
“Yamos, your little disciple seems to be a good drinker too.” Looking at this group of noisy young people, Isabella said with a smile: “They don’t even use cups, they just use wine barrels.”
In terms of age, Yamos, who was considered the youngest among these people, covered his eyes. He didn't even know that Hayata could drink.
How long has it been since you left the army and went out to work? Two years? Drinking so hard?
Want to teach her a lesson?
But not even a severe Miles jumped out
Just when Yamos was in trouble, a familiar figure entered his field of vision.
He immediately stood up and waved, "Pine!"
“Ah! Amos!”
With a smile on his face, Pine came over holding a large plate of freshly roasted barbecue, "Mapelle just roasted the herbivorous dragon meat, come and try it. Huh?"
Looking in the direction of Yamos's finger, he saw the scene of his gentle and well-behaved niece holding a wine barrel and drinking heavily, which made his pupils tremble.
“Hayata!!”
? (Slap! Nonsense!)
Well, actually, it’s because the description of this battle is already long enough. Of course, if you want water, you can go down it. The blocking along the way and the battle in Xinzhai can easily fill 30,000 to 50,000 words, but that’s really If it's too slow, the combat process will be repetitive.
The chapter of Lao Shanlong, I am not too satisfied with myself, the pavement is too long, the final climax has not been high enough, and I do n’t want to use sacrifice forcibly to create a sadness.
I want to write a multi-person portrait, but there are too many new characters and the focus is scattered on each character, which is not in-depth enough.
It's also a process monster, but the rhythm of Lingshan Dragon feels more refreshing.
It can be considered as a summary of some experiences and lessons learned orz.
(End of this chapter)