"Raising the horns of mangos filled with wine, you twist your waist and dance the colorful silk on your sleeves, I hold the flowers in my hand and stretch out my hand to you, your silver bells like singing sweetly penetrated my heart, ride the white horse and follow the wind on the grassland, your slight smile makes me feel drunk..." Beside the bonfire under the night sky, young wolf clans with strong figures held the horns of mangos filled with wine, and their faces flushed red. Surrounded by a group of equally young friends, they were shy but firmly circling around an equally shy fox girl, while raising the horns of mangos in their hand, while singing a love song of courtship.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

"Well, this is the promise of the horns." Compared to the daytime, Lina had changed her expression and lay curiously behind Catherine. She looked at the group of young people who didn't know what worries and sorrows were from afar, exclaiming: "Several novels mentioned this kind of ritual, and I finally saw it with my own eyes today. It is said that the love formed in this way will be blessed by the orc ancestors..."

"Yes." A strange voice sounded from the side. Including the two little undead wrapped in a ragdoll, a total of nine people sat around a small bonfire. This is the night campfire party of the Wrangler Festival. It is said that it is a party, but there are actually no rituals or activities. Everyone gathers in a vast venue, occupying scattered bonfires to eat together. If you are interested, whether you know each other orcs, you can sing and dance with your neighbors around you. After all, for orcs, as long as you can sit together and eat together, you are a good friend. However, the girls in the adventure group are not very used to this custom, and the indulgence and enthusiasm are unwilling to have too much contact with unfamiliar people, so everyone just gathers together. Looking from a distance as a bystander can be regarded as feeling this unique custom in a foreign land from the side. However, not long after watching it, strangers came to the door.

All the people who came were orcs, but they were not as they imagined. They were young people who liked to be lively, drinking, singing and making friends. On the contrary, the majority of the people who came were middle-aged orcs. Although these people were older, they were still as lively as young people. They yelled all the way and drank them, and a piece of alcoholic victim fell down along the way.

"Yes." The group of visiting orcs were led by a middle-aged bear man, with his clothes open in the evening breeze and his furry chest exposed, but his every move was full of majesty and momentum. The leader of the bear man sat next to the fire and said rudely: "The souls of the ancestors will always protect this group of brave children. These children who dare to love and hate are qualified to receive happiness."

As soon as the bear man sat down, a dozen people sat down in the crowd that followed him, and formed a circle along the fire in the center with everyone in the adventure team. The other young people sat behind the middle-aged people who were following him, and they seemed to belong to different teams. When the bear man raised his hand, someone immediately served two big wine bowls larger than the face. The bear man took the wine bowl and placed it on the ground with a bang. He picked up one bowl and poured it down in one breath, wiping the corners of his mouth thickly. He said loudly: "You are the team of the Neli Adventure Team.

, We have all heard that you solved the big trouble of the Holy Mountain, the ancestor of the tribe in the south. Speaking of which, they have come here for help before, but we are not strong enough, so we really cannot solve it. Although the people worshipped in that holy mountain are not the ancestors of our tribes, they are all the ancestors of orcs after all. After you rescued them there, you are the benefactors of all orcs. Now that you have come here, there is nothing to say, you must treat you well to show your gratitude, otherwise you will have no shame to meet those compatriots in the south again. Come on, I will have this cup first."

Catherine finally understood what was going on. She sighed helplessly, but she didn't refuse. She raised the wine bowl with her hands, raised her head and poured it into her mouth. The crystal wine slid down the corner of her mouth, gathered on the tip of her warm jaw, drop by drop onto the silver-white breastplate, making her drinking look blend softness and coolness.

"Hu." After drinking a bowl of wine, Catherine paused the wine bowl on the grass and spit out a turbid air in her chest. The wine was very strong, which was one of the three best spirits on the orc grassland, and it was the orcs' favorite wine. When the spirit was imported, it looked like a piece of ice. The cold wine took away all the temperature, making the mouth more sensitive after a brief numbness. When it entered the throat, it looked like a knife, which made the throat feel refreshed and comfortable in the pain of cutting the knife. After swallowing it into the stomach, it looked like a ball of fire. The blazing flames burned from the lower abdomen to the chest, making the person who drank it full of strength under the stimulation of the flames.

"What a strong wine." Catherine naturally threw away the noble's elegance and demeanor, drank it all in one gulp like a hero on the grassland. Two blushings rose on her cheeks, and her eyes shining. "It is the duty of the knight to provide assistance to others' difficulties and the responsibility of the adventurer. There is nothing to praise. It is enough to express gratitude to this good wine."

"Okay, okay, okay." The bear man laughed and applauded: "I have seen many human professions over the years, but this is the first time I have met someone as happy as you. You friends are worthy of being friends. Children, sing and jump, and today I want to have a good time with these human friends."

"Hey~~~." The young people following this group of people danced at the same time. Both the young men and women came. Under the command of the bear man, they quickly surrounded the periphery. Although there was no musical accompaniment, they still danced the orcs' ethnic dance, representing the combination of power and beauty, and had a unique charm under the blasting firelight.

"A few of us old guys are the leaders of these nearby tribes." The bear man pointed to a group of people who were qualified to sit in the first row around him and said, "After hearing about the heroic deeds of all professionals, they couldn't help but want to come and see each other. Hahahaha, there is a little more people. I hope you don't be surprised, come and have another drink."

Catherine sat cross-legged on the ground, without any fear at all, and raised her head again. The strong wine disappeared in her throat again. After two glasses of wine, Catherine's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her voice became slightly louder: "This is the first time I went deep into the grassland, and I have seen many things I had never imagined before, and also witnessed the enthusiasm and pleasure of orcs. If we have the chance in the future, we will definitely come again and have a few more drinks with everyone."

"Okay, no matter when, as long as I'm still alive," said the leader of the Bear Man laughing, "As long as we, the old guys, are still alive for a day, there will be the best wine and the freshest food to entertain your friends."

Amid laughter, the leader waved his hand and ran away by some tribes, carrying large pots of food, quickly filled the adventure team. The large pieces of lamb were cooked to pieces, and the aroma of meat and spices came out. The colorful wild vegetables were mixed together, sprinkled with bright oil. Thumbs of gopher spine were roasted brown, and the finest deer neck meat was neatly formed into pieces. The various foods were so tempted. I just wanted to let go and enjoy it.

"The third cup." The leader raised his wine glass again, his expression full of joy: "I wish all friends good health and victory and glory will always be with them."

"In the custom of orcs, the leader will toast three bowls of strong wine in a row for distinguished guests from outside." In Lina and Vivian's ears, Panis lowered his voice and explained: "Of course, not all races are as addicted to alcohol as orcs. Therefore, many distinguished guests cannot accompany the leader to drink these three bowls of wine. At this time, it is not rude to drink a little of each bowl according to their own alcohol. But even so. In the idea of ​​these orcs, the more guests drink the three bowls of wine, the more respect the owner. Catherine drank the first two bowls, so he was so happy."

When she drank the first bowl, Catherine felt helpless. When she drank the second bowl, Catherine suddenly felt that the wine tasted good and was quite delicious. When she drank the third bowl, Catherine felt that she was getting better and better, and she would not get drunk even if she drank a few more cups. But unfortunately, when the leaders of other tribes came up to toast casually, each cup was snatched away by Marcia and Penis, which made her feel unhappy.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," the atmosphere was getting more and more lively. The leaders of the tribe were infected by the atmosphere. Several had already thrown the etiquette aside. Regardless of the age difference, they joined the dancing group, twisting their limbs under the fire, causing other leaders to burst into laughter. The young men and women dancing around the fire also let go of restraint and danced more and more lively. Many young orc girls twisted their waists and held wine bowls during the dance.

He made various provocative actions around Panis, and from time to time he put the wine bowl in his hand to Panis' mouth to feed him. Some girls even put the wine in their mouths as their eyes circulated, shyly put their mouths to Panis's face, and pretended to feed Panis. Some girls twisted around Panis, constantly reaching out to Panis to invite him to dance together. For orcs, women sending such invitations to men is the same as men handing over horn wine to women.

Panis's eyes were already smiling into a heart shape. The orc beauties of various races in front of him dazzled him. His saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth that could not be closed. He couldn't help but want to shout: "This is the happiest place."

"Bang." Just as Panis wanted to grab the hand handed by the orc girl, an iron fist fell from the sky and hit him on the top of his head and hit him to the ground. Catherine's face turned red, her eyes were blurred, and the breath she exhaled was still smell of alcohol. She grabbed his collar and pulled Panis in front of her angrily, "You...you are so useless guy, you can't walk when you see the beauty. Don't you... don't you want to jump? OK, let's... let's jump."

As he said that, he staggered at Panis' collar and pulled him into the dancing crowd.

"Oh my God, my sister is drunk." Several ladies looked at Catherine's movements with a look of watching the show, and suddenly felt aroused in their hearts and looked at each other: "Or otherwise..."
Chapter completed!