"The scarlet flames burn endlessly"

"Giant trees spread like torches in the mountains and forests"

"We will fight until our lives end..."

Simple and low dwarf chants,

But he sang an epic and heavy feeling.

Thinking of the regaining of the kingdom at this time, the huge treasure was recovered as I wish.

The thoughts of the whole table were really unspeakable.

Gandalf took out the smoke pole and started smoking.

Bilbo's eyes were blank and seemed to be thinking about something.

Morgan sipped the glass of wine one by one.

Tarrell stared at the wine glass in front of him and was stunned.

Finally, when the song is over.

Everyone came to their senses.

Then they raised their glasses together.

"cheers!"

"Bang bang bang..."

More than a dozen tall and thick wooden cups collided together, and the cool and overflowing hops splashed everywhere.

This scene will be remembered deeply by everyone forever.

After a song.

The dwarves at the wine table seemed to have their valves been opened.

If the dwarves were a bit restrained before this, they also knew that they would take turns to drink Morgan and Gandalf Bilbo.

But now, they all started to fuck the dwarves beside them like they were taking drugs, Morgan and even themselves.

The result was that one drink after another fell to the ground and under the table.

Seeing this, Morgan greeted Gandalf, who was still sober, and then took Tarrell away from the table.

Before leaving.

Bilbo and the dwarf Pofer were shaking and fighting for wine.

Thorin Oak Shield was holding the white beard and Balin was drunk and kept saying something.

Gandalf was holding the cigarette pole in his mouth and swallowing the clouds and mist.

Morgan took Tarrell all the way to Eribau's Gate of Lone Mountain.

The dwarf warrior on duty clearly knew Morgan.

No need to say hello.

Morgan took Tarrell out of the Gate of Gushan.

The reins of two horses were taken from the dwarves.

The two of them rode their horses and ran wildly to a very high mountain far outside Gushan before stopping.

at this time.

A crescent moon hangs high in the night sky.

The hazy moonlight covers the earth.

On the lone mountain peak.

The two figures stood side by side on the edge of the mountain, looking at the hazy earth in the distance below, silent for a moment.

Morgan looked at the earth below from afar and seemed to see a large number of wandering creatures foraging.

Unlike the northern battlefield of Raven Ridge.

The corpses of orcs on the battlefield outside Gushan were burned by the dwarf soldiers and the wood elves troops, just last night.

"call..."

Take a deep breath of cold air.

After drinking, Morgan only felt that his mental consciousness was unprecedentedly clear.

With his strength at this moment.

It is difficult for ordinary alcohol to get drunk.

Even if you drink too much, it will be quickly decomposed and digested in your body, thus becoming the nutrients needed by his body.

Tarrell, who was beside him, was also taking a deep breath.

But she was nervous.

She had never lived alone with Morgan.

Even if there was a public hug before, there were others present.

Tarrell's face was flushed at this time.

She actually didn't drink much today.

Because of Morgan, the people at the table before, including the king of the mountain, Thorin, the Oak Shield, and the Iron Hill Lord Iron Foot Daiyin, all bowed to Tarrell.

After a polite toast.

Tarrell became purified.

In addition to tasting some dwarf foods that I have never eaten before.

Tarrell kept watching Morgan beside him drink.

She came to look for Morgan today to compensate for her early departure at the Human Banquet in River Valley Town last night.

I don't think I'm with Morgan when I'm a lot of people.

Now that there are only a few people, Tarrell's face is hot and his heart is slightly nervous.

So she had to take a deep breath to calm her tension.

I felt the heavy breathing sound coming from behind.

Morgan turned his head and saw Tarrell blushing and breathing heavily.

He thought Tarrell had drunk too much, so he reached out and held her cold and slender hand and said softly: "Drink less next time, it's okay not to drink."

Tarrell's face turned redder when he was held by Morgan.

But the magical thing is that the tension that was still in tension just now immediately relieved a lot.

Tarrell shook his head and said softly: "Fortunately, the dwarf's wine is not sweet enough, and it seems that it is easier to get drunk."

Morgan immediately smiled when he heard Tarrell's words.

Most of the Elf’s wines are made of fruit wines made of various fruits, among which the red wine made of grapes will have a slightly higher alcohol content.

But after experiencing various alcoholic drinks in previous lives, Morgan drinks it almost like wine-flavored fruit drinks.

Because dwarfs are brewed with grains, the wine tastes significantly heavier.

Although it is not much different from the alcoholic beverage in Morgan's mouth.

But the dwarf's wine tasted more sour and worse than the elves' wine.

"Of course, your elves and dwarves have different tastes."

Morgan looked at Tarrell and smiled, "It's good if you don't drink it if you don't drink it."

"Um..."

Tarrell nodded, turned his head and saw the hot gaze cast from Morgan's smile. He immediately turned his head, lowered his head, and his face turned redder.

It was quiet for a long time.

Tarrell turned his head and saw Morgan focusing on the crescent moon in the sky.

"Tarel, when will you leave?"

At this moment, Morgan suddenly asked.

"Tomorrow, His Majesty the King has given the order."

Tarrell spoke softly, looked up at the crescent moon in the distance, and felt a little heavy.

"What about you? Do you want to go back too?"

Morgan continued to ask.

Tarrell's expression changed slightly, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
To be continued...