Chapter 1081 Elf Drama

After the communication between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law is completed, it is the official wedding.

As the elven monarch and the father of Prince Caledor, Imrik was undoubtedly chosen as the host.

Although he would rather be the latter and participate in this grand wedding...

"This is the dragon's palace? It doesn't look like much." Belegar muttered loudly, roughly taking the Bergmann No. 3 beer from the servant, looking up at the magic tower that seemed to reach into the sky, humming twice. Say.

"Only in Caledor can we see this kind of ancient elven-style building. What the hell is Lothern? A group of nouveau riche wish they could inlay gold and gems on the threshold so that they can smell it from half a mile away. The flavor of elves’ conspiracy.”

The eldest son of the High King, Noggum, who is still a little bearded now, heard the words of the King of Eight Peaks without comment.

Although the Army of the Ancestors told many things about Ulthuan in the Mountain Kingdom, after all, it was related to the long-cherished wish of the ancestors and the end of the oldest entry in the Book of Great Hatred. Even the most bragging dwarf warriors did not dare to say that it was in Na. Gareth was at war, but he came to the dragon's court for a week, and by the way, he beat up the Prince of Caledor.

There are few records about the Dragon Palace and the Mountain Kingdom. This oldest building complex in the elves is still extremely mysterious to the old world.

But when I saw it today, I found that the mysterious rumors had vaguely lowered the status of the Dragon Palace.

At least Noggum couldn't imagine how he could pick up a huge palace with a height of 150 meters without relying on the mountain.

This cannot be solved by clever use of the dome arch structure. You need to know that those magic towers that reach into the sky are at least four to five hundred meters high.

"But...where's Gragrim?"

Gragrim, the eldest son of the Butcher King, the teenage Mustache was unable to visit Ulthuan again due to his father's busy schedule. He had no choice but to bid farewell to Kaderin's battle training and celebrate the death of Prince Pointed-Ears on behalf of the Dragonbeard clan. wedding.

Belega raised his eyebrows and motioned Nogmu to look to the left.

The son of the High King chose to remain silent after seeing Gragrim's situation.

I saw a tall human wearing a luxurious robe that clearly did not match his temperament. He was squatting and pinching his wrist with the dwarf's mustache.

The veins on Gragrim's arm were almost bulging, but the other man kept an inexplicable smile, as if he was asking if he could do it.

Noggum suppressed his discomfort and looked behind Damian, and found several humans, with extremely admiring eyes, as if they were pilgrims, getting to know this long-awaited palace under the introduction of the servants.

Needless to say, these must be humans from the Kislev Patriot Army. Only they would have such respect for the elven culture...

Although they are a group of elites, their fighting ability is not bad...

After Belegar drank the beer, he seemed to be more energetic. He stroked the beard on his chest thoughtfully and said, "While I was on the ship, I read several plays with new themes written by elves, and I found that they have one thing in common. "

"You actually watch the drama of the elves?" Noggum couldn't believe it. You are the Lord of the Eight Peaks Mountain, the king of the mountain fortress that shares the edge of the male world with Kazador.

Why, how could you sink to watching an elf drama?

Belegar rolled his eyes, "It's just for fun. It's not shabby. I'm tired of watching scripts about butchers killing demons.

Going back to what I just said, I discovered that they particularly like to use weddings as scenes in their dramas. "

"How to say?"

"For example, a big noble got married, but the woman was forced, and the new one was actually a minor noble... So with the determination to die, the knight in silver helmet broke into the wedding scene on horseback and carried a lance, and asked the people present The prince, who symbolizes justice, raises a demand and fights for the woman's ownership through a duel."

"It's a bit stupid. This method of privately deciding a woman's belonging is the greatest disrespect to a woman." Nogmu complained. The high status of women in dwarf society makes their concept of marriage very different from that of other races. the difference.

"This is not the point. The point is that the prince who made the decision agreed and believed that only warriors can win the favor of the lady. In the end, the knight in the silver helmet broke through all the difficulties amidst all kinds of artificial obstructions and hid on the beach with the lady with pointed ears to give birth to a monkey. ”

There was a long silence among the dozen or so dwarves who gathered. Why did Belegar's words seem to be a metaphor for the Caledor family using force to abduct the woman?

Noglin, the champion warrior of the Drakduraz clan, hesitated and asked, "If we follow the script you mentioned and suppose a knight with a silver helmet breaks into the wedding hall, what do you think Caledor will do."

Belegar said without thinking or even a moment's hesitation, "Imric must have stabbed him to death with a sword, then thrown him into the volcano and turned into ashes under the watchful eyes of a group of dragons."

The dwarf, who had maintained a sense of expectation, was thrown a basin of cold water by these words. Seeing someone making a scene at the wedding? It's better to save your time, maybe the moment someone goes against the grain, the Sword Master Hoth will invite him to Saffrey for tea.

No...it should be hanging in the sky by the dragon prince and finally enjoying a one-day volcano tour.

"It's so boring." Noglin was not used to the surrounding environment, and the pointed ears and strange looks around him made him feel very unhappy.

It’s not like we came here begging, the Dragon Palace specially sent invitations to the dwarf clans with whom they have a lot of contacts, inviting them to Draknir’s wedding. Why does it feel like kneeling down to beg for food.

Fortunately, there were elves who could still understand the plight of the dwarves here. Not long after, Bruni, dressed in military uniform, walked up to Belegar.

"The prince thinks you will not be able to adapt to the banquet environment in the square. Please take a seat in the hall. His Majesty is also there, and there are many elves you know."

"That's right, hello everyone, we have fought together..." Belegar was about to brag about his qualifications, but when he saw a figure, he was a little unbelievable.

"Is that... Druzy?"

Although it is difficult to distinguish the pointed ears of dwarves by clothing, some appearance features can still be used to determine the racial composition.

The white skin and yellow hair are Asur, the pale skin and black hair are Druzy, and the dark hair is between the two. Asrai.

Belegar clearly saw a pale skin and black hair Druzy walking in front of him, with the classic fake smile of Asur on his face.

"Ahem, those are Nagarys elves. Now there is no distinction between Asur, Druzil, Asrai and Aenir. Under the rule of His Majesty Imrik, all the people are elves originating from the ancient islands, but there are some differences in culture and customs."

Bruni's nonsense may not even be believed by him, let alone the dwarves.

Belegar muttered in a low voice, "So, this title of the monarch of all elves is really not given by Imrik himself?" (End of this chapter)