Chapter 3557 Banquet

People's names and tree shadows are so wonderful sometimes.

Even though Casillas and I were on the other side of the town, causing chaos, the frightened adventurers and residents in the town didn't even feel the slightest dissatisfaction in their hearts.

Instead, they began to rationalize the fight in private.

It was said that the apostle was about to embark on the battlefield, so he sharpened his skills in private.

It is said that the apostles were filled with anger when they saw the invaders invading the demon world and the many adventurers who died in battle, but they could not take action personally. They killed the invaders with their own hands. Over time, this accumulated in their hearts, so they found such a gap to follow the above faction. The strong adventurer who came over had a close duel.

Some also said that it was because the strong man sent from above did not want to see the people of the demon world suffer, but the apostles were indifferent. In anger, they had a battle with the apostles, in order to test the apostles' quality and at the same time try to arouse the apostles' enthusiasm. The desire to fight.

In short, all kinds of rumors are floating around, and most of them promote me and the apostles in a positive way. Even if there are some rumors that are slightly slanderous, they are just brushed aside. If you don't deliberately inquire about them, they won't even reach my ears.

On the one hand, I marveled at the admiration of the strong among adventurers in the Demon World. On the other hand, I also lamented the effect of rumors in adjusting the overall atmosphere - the Demon Realm camp, which was caught off guard due to the addition of wild boar monsters, was able to do so simply because of this. A storm of rumors diluted the lost emotions and sad heart.

That night, I attended the Dragon Clan’s celebration party.

Yes, the tragic victory of the Demon Realm camp did not affect the mood of the Dragon Clan. In the war just now, the Dragon Clan showed their momentum, style, and pride. They used the power of the two races to defeat the giant human beings. All the monsters were wiped out on the battlefield, and with their momentum, they killed most of the wild boar monsters.

Although after the battle, the dragon clan counted the number of people and lost nearly one-third of its troops, this is not important and does not matter!

Because dragons can be resurrected and reborn!

After all, this war has not suffered any real losses so far.

Even if the strength of the resurrected dragon warriors is not as good as before and they need to adapt to the body again and polish their strength again, so what?

Don’t forget, there are not just a few dragons, they are an extremely large group!

Even if the battle changes from one wheel to another every day, the Dragon Clan can sustain itself for a hundred and eighty years.

The elegance of the battlefield is one of the reasons why the dragon clan cheers. On the other hand, it has something to do with me.

The fact that Casillas and I were evenly matched is no longer a secret among the dragon clan.

And because of the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, the Evil Dragon Spitz, and the Flame Dragon Breath Seren, I also enjoy a certain status in the dragon clan. At least in their eyes, I am one of their own.

The stronger one's own people is indirectly equivalent to the stronger dragon clan.

Although the Dragon Clan is a proud race and is generally unwilling to rely on foreign aid, this does not mean that the Dragon Clan will definitely not seek help from outsiders. If it is just an ordinary ally, the Dragon Clan may consider whether to use outside aid when encountering difficulties. But if they are their own people, as long as they encounter a problem that the Dragon Clan cannot solve, they will notify their own people as soon as possible and call for off-site assistance.

Therefore, for the Dragon Clan, the strength of their allies may not make them happy, but the strength of their own people can make the entire Dragon Clan rejoice.

After arriving at the venue, I received a warm welcome. After a brief opening remarks, the banquet began.

Dragon warriors from all over came to toast me with their wine jars, but I would not refuse anyone who came, toasting one by one and returning the favor one by one.

Although the dragon warriors used jars and I used bowls, there were so many dragons who couldn't help but toast me. If you really count, I drank more at this banquet than the dragon warrior who drank the most. Several times.

Because of this, I go to the toilet more than ten times as often as usual.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that I'm not drunk at all.

However, this has become another reason why the dragon warriors worship me.

As far as the Dragon Clan is concerned, until now, there are only two guys who can do what I do. One is the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar. He drinks a lot, so he rarely gets drunk, and the other is the Mad Dragon Hess. , Although this guy is a reckless man, his drinking capacity is really strong, only a few points worse than Bakar.

He had faced a similar situation to me, but I didn't react at all after the banquet, but he was different. He started to act like a drunk.

So in this regard, he is not as good as me.

To sum up, my status in the dragon clan has jumped to a position below one dragon and above ten thousand dragons.

Their respect and adoration for me is second only to Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.

Late at night, standing in the center of the station, feeling the cool night breeze blowing from all directions, I had the illusion that the world was centered around me.

Just when I raised my arms and felt the coolness of the night and the mystery of the sky, a figure appeared in front of me like a ghost.

I wasn't surprised at all, because the familiar scent told me that it was an acquaintance.

"If you want to discuss matters, this is not a good location."

Without even opening my eyes, I spoke slowly.

"Today's battle was pretty enjoyable," Casillas hummed, "If those guys hadn't blocked us, I would have been even more entertained."

"They are right. If we continue to fight, this town will be wiped out first." After that, I opened my eyes and looked at Casillas calmly: "This is your hometown. You can't do it for a moment." Are you going to ruin this place if you are happy?"

"This is not my hometown."

Casillas said solemnly.

"I didn't know it before, but it must be now."

"No, not now," Casillas emphasized: "Herder and I are just a cooperative relationship."

"If it really ends with a cooperative relationship, Held will not say a word to you." I looked at Casillas calmly and said calmly.

Casillas snorted coldly and said, "I'm here to drink with you."

"I know," I said, "I can smell the aroma of wine from a hundred meters away."

As he spoke, he reached out and took the wine gourd handed by Casillas, pulled out the stopper, drank it hard, wiped his mouth and said, "Good wine."

"Good drinker." Casillas smiled ferociously, took out another wine gourd, pulled out the cork, and filled it with wine.

That night, we talked less and drank more. When we ran out, we left the station to find a drink. It was not until daybreak that Casillas became a little unsteady, and this was the end of the drinking session.

Before leaving, Casillas said that if there is a chance in the future, he will come to me to continue drinking.

"You are the most powerful drinker I have ever seen." Casillas's last words before leaving are still in my ears: "The next time we have a drink, it will be after a sparring session."