Magical Strategist

"Who are you? Get away!" Zi didn't recognize the real dragon, thinking it was another ruffian teasing Irene.

The real dragon disagreed and said happily: "Don't be like this, we will be a family from now on."

"Who the hell is with your family? Stay away from my lady. If you don't get out, don't blame me for being rude!" Zi rolled up her sleeves, looking like she was about to fight.

In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, Zhenlong closed his umbrella, grinned, and smiled at Zi.

"Lil True Dragon, it's really you!" Zi was ecstatic.

"Brother Zi, long time no see." Zhenlong replied.

"Great, he is still alive, Moon God, why are you crying?" In Zi's impression, Irene had never shed tears for anyone, and True Dragon was the only one.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Erin gasped, sobbing.

The real dragon said: "I can still stand here intact. Of course the Moon God will be moved to tears, right, respected Lord Moon God."

"Who is crying? It's just sand in the eyes." Irene tried her best to show her embarrassment, and her casual words actually sounded like a shy girl.

"Lil Zhenlong, you saved the Moon God and made a great contribution, so I have been thinking about hosting a celebration banquet for you when you come back one day. Moon God, what do you think?" Zi suggested.

Erin nodded in agreement.

The real dragon said politely: "It's nothing, I just did what I should do."

Zi said again: "Okay, okay, don't do this with me. The most taboo thing for us is hypocrisy. Come on, go back, the brothers are all thinking about you."

The mysterious No. 2 base is located in the border jungle of Andalim. Like Base No. 1 in Shengjia City, it is isolated from the outside world by a "nothing barrier".

After passing through the barrier, Zhenlong thought it would be some kind of magnificent palace, but what he didn't expect was just a row of old blue bungalows.

This is an abandoned school in Andalimu. Because Irene is familiar with the mayor of the place, she temporarily borrowed it.

Walking into the main hall, the furnishings inside are very simple, just a rectangular wooden table and about twenty wooden chairs. The floor is covered with old stone slabs, some of which have been cracked; there are no more cracks on the walls. Instead of landscape paintings, they were painted with mud; the ceilings were just made of ordinary bricks and tiles, and some corners were even wrapped with spider webs.

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True Dragon's return to the team injected a lively atmosphere into the dormant Yue Organization. They no longer regarded True Dragon as an outsider and all called him "brother."

Red, orange, yellow, green, and purple, all were busy preparing for the celebration banquet. The canteen was busy sharpening knives, it was so lively.

Even Irene herself was not idle, and even wiped the table, swept the floor and cleaned the house herself. These menial tasks were usually done by the big red guy.

It was busy in the evening, and the food and wine were ready.

Since the canteen is relatively small, Erin decided to hold the banquet outdoors. At Eileen's call, plates of fragrant dishes were brought to the table.

The preparations are completed and the celebration banquet begins.

Yue organized more than 20 people to sit down neatly around the dining table.

At the rectangular table, Erin and Zhenlong sat at the front, while the others sat on both sides.

At this time, Midori came over holding a jar filled with light red liquid. This is not wine, but water from the Sunwell.

Every race has beliefs, just like humans believe in God, and blood elves believe in the sun god.

The Sunwell is the incarnation of the Sun God. For blood elves, no matter where they are in the world, as long as they see the water of the Sunwell, they can find spiritual comfort and a home for their souls.

"Green was very considerate and didn't forget to take the well water with him when he ran away that day." Zi boasted.

The water tank was placed in the middle of the table.

According to the rules of the blood elves, the sun god must be worshiped before holding large-scale events such as enthronement, wedding banquets, and funerals.

"Everyone, listen to my command, stand up and worship the gods!" Zi said seriously.

Everyone stood up solemnly, crossed their arms on their chests in a prayer gesture, closed their eyes slightly, and began to sing softly in Elvish language.

When it comes to blood elves worshiping gods, the real dragon has naturally never experienced it, so he can only pretend to imitate Irene next to him. As for the content of the chant, of course I couldn't understand a word. Thinking of the common phrases my father Odd used to pray to God, I actually started singing in a low voice: God, as your child, I beg you to protect me and my family.

The sacrifice to the gods is over and the celebration banquet begins.

More than twenty jars of wine were brought up, each with a jar in his hand. By visual inspection, this jar weighs at least five kilograms.

Zhenlong was immediately dumbfounded. With his small capacity for alcohol, let alone five kilograms, even five ounces was a problem.

When he was frightened, Zi generously filled a bowl of wine, stood up, and shouted: "Everyone, everyone knows who the protagonist of today's celebration banquet is, so fill up the wine in your hand and do it for the real dragon." A glass of thanks!”

Dry! Everyone stood up together and held up the big bowl.

"Thank you everyone." They drank it all in one go, so I couldn't fail to take action. In the end, I had to bite the bullet and drink all the wine in the bowl. I didn't expect that the wine was not as powerful as usual. The ferocious force came as soon as it entered my stomach. I only felt pain and numbness in my stomach, as if it was being burned by fire.

The real dragon simply thought that it would be fine after just one bowl. Unexpectedly, Zi filled another bowl and continued: "Second bowl, I'll pay homage to the real dragon of Lille. Welcome brothers home, let's do it!"

"Dry!"

The real dragon drank another bowl bravely.

"The third bowl is still to honor the True Dragon of Lille. From now on, we will be brothers, share the joys and sorrows, and work together to assist the Moon God. Go for it!" Zi filled another bowl.

"Dry!"

With so many people and so many eyes staring at me, how can I not drink?

Can you escape?

Obviously not! The real dragon drank another bowl with a certain death mentality.

"My God, how come there are so many stars..." the real dragon said to himself.

"Okay, the celebration banquet has officially begun." After three bowls, Zi finally sat down.

"What? Officially starting? But I can't... ok anymore..." The real dragon was already confused and couldn't distinguish between east, west and north.

These three bowls of wine represented the friendship between brothers, so Irene did not participate. But then, she opened the lid of the wine jar, poured herself a full bowl, and said gently to the real dragon, "Thank you."

Before the real dragon could pick up the wine bowl, Irene drank it all angrily, which was really heroic.

"Can, can you stop drinking? I, I seem to be drunk..." Zhenlong asked softly. Maybe I also realized that I shouldn’t ask this.

"What do you think? We, the Moon God, never drink, and today we take the initiative to honor you. That is the blessing you have cultivated for three lifetimes. How can you not drink it? Come on, come on, I will give you a drink." Zi encouraged.

The perverted Orange also said: "That's right, I advise handsome guy Lille to drink it. Otherwise, hum..."

"Otherwise Cheng will have a drink with you!" Zi added.

"I'm a man, let's drink your sister's cup of wine!" Zhenlong felt sick in his stomach.

The big man Hong couldn't stand it anymore. He put on an angry posture and shouted sternly: "You want to be beaten again, don't you?"

I still remember the scene of being beaten up by the "beast" at the Shengjia No. 1 base.

Forced by the power of everyone, the real dragon gritted his teeth, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

good! good!

Everyone applauded.

My stomach was churning, and my eyes were spinning. Suddenly, my throat felt hot, and a surge of acid surged out. How shameless is it to vomit in front of so many people? The real dragon swallowed the vomit and staggered to the toilet.