Chapter 727

Like Byrne, the boyans also have a "unique custom" of holding a banquet in the evening and drinking until the next morning - the banquet officially began before the sun set.

"The Duke's castle is not only the residence of every generation of Archduke Boye, but also a place to entertain distinguished guests and warriors - every generation of Archduke Boye will gather all Boye warriors here at the spring equinox to discuss major events and minor events this year;

Every generation of Archduke is here to accept the coronation of the Holy Cross and all Byrne and become the Lord of the great green sea. "

Under the leadership of count Seth braha, Loren, the little wizard, Lucian, and all the count Byrne who came with the army followed, stepping on the freshly washed slate to the castle hall.

As for his new guard, Andrew McAfee has secretly left the thousand tent city and sent the collected information to the red blood castle... When he saw that he left, he was secretly relieved. The black haired wizard really doubted what had happened between him and Lucian.

Then again, Lucian said he already had a sweetheart... Right?

"I wonder if the person to be entertained by Archduke Boye today is a VIP or a warrior?" Eckert took the opportunity to ask.

"Neither."

With a bit of deference, Seth braha turned his head and said, "we're going to entertain only friends today!"

When the voice fell, Lauren and Eckert looked at each other tacitly and showed a meaningful smile.

As soon as the group of talents came out of the hall, the noise and noise came to their faces - the deserted hall was illuminated by hundreds of butter torches, and the servants holding wine barrels and plates kept coming in and out, which was very lively.

Collision of wine glasses, noise, laughter, barbecue... The warm atmosphere is not inferior to Byrne's banquet, and the degree of joy may be even better.

In the hall that can accommodate hundreds of people, you can't even see a chair. All the participants of the banquet sit on the ground, even the Archduke himself; The Boyi warriors sitting around the table were red in the face and tearing at the barbecue.

There are even many guys who run to the grill and compete with each other with burnt yellow and crisp barbecue. The warrior who successfully cuts off a piece of barbecue will immediately be cheered by the drunkards around.

Even the most ordinary banquets of Byrne should pay a little attention to some basic etiquette; The most "top-level" banquet in Boyi looked like a group of "Heroes" who had just returned from looting, casually looking for a shady place and eating and drinking with robbed things.

If it weren't for the unclean blood on the steps under his feet, the blood and corpse smell in the cold wind, Loren would even forget where he was now and why he came here.

I almost forgot that it was because the Archduke Laszlo Varna's "letter for help" completely disrupted his plan; He made himself the Duke of Byrne and took 15000 Byrne people into this turbulent and strange battlefield.

It's like a strange circle - whenever he feels that he has solved all the problems and can finally calm down, someone will jump out to break the silence and let him enter the next battle field full of mysteries, blood, traps and conspiracies.

"The banquet has begun." Seth braha turned and made way for Loren and his party: "Archduke and Boye are waiting for the Duke and the Byrne knights to take their seats!"

Loren raised his head and looked straight ahead; Laszlo Varna, sitting in a distant seat, suddenly put down his glass and raised his head, with sharp eyes.

With her eyebrows raised, Loren's mouth tilted slightly.

"Turin blood, Lord of Byrne, Lord Loren Turin --"

Count set's loud voice awed the whole hall.

Stepping forward, the staring Duke of Byrne walked towards the door.

When they came to the hall, Byrne and his party found that the Boyi nobles at the banquet occupied only half of the hall; Obviously, the other half is left to them; A long table opposite Archduke Boye.

Knights to Knights, Archduke to Archduke - even the Boyi people who don't like to talk about rules most also follow this "rule" on this occasion. Instinctively, they use barbecue grills and long tables to divide the banquet hall that can accommodate hundreds of guests into two and empty the middle.

Just like this, it's more like two gangs of robbers having a dinner... As long as the "big guys" of both sides disagree, the thugs who were still eating and drinking the previous second can pull out their weapons, open a film in the middle space and beat the human brain out of the dog brain.

What's more, no matter Boyi or Bain, they are not forbidden to carry weapons at banquets; To some extent, wearing armor and sword to attend the banquet even belongs to a privilege of some status

Without much hesitation, Lauren shrugged and sat in his seat; The party also followed and sat around.

The eyes of the whole hall focused on him and the Archduke Varna.

The gray haired old man suddenly pushed away the barbecue plate in front of him, picked up the filled wine glass and slowly raised it over his head:

"Toast --!"

The hoarse and high pitched voice sounded, and the atmosphere in the hall was moved.

"Welcome our guests, our friends! Brothers Byrne, who are connected by blood and share life and death, came all the way to the green sea when Boye needed them most!"

Archduke Varna looked around for a week, and the voice of words echoed in the hall for a long time, so that everyone could bear to listen to him.

"When I wrote that letter, you were still wondering whether the fragmented Byrne people could come to the rescue; whether the Byrne Knights still remember their oath to share life and death with the Boyi people..." Varna pressed the glass, raised it with force, and the wine splashed:

"Not only you, but also myself doubt this problem."

"And now... The Duke of Loren Turin has given a satisfactory answer to this question - they will, they can!"

"Fifteen thousand Byrne Knights let forty-five thousand and a half men and horses fall into the sand under the thousand tent city. It can be imagined that when Byrne and Boye fight side by side again, who... Will be our opponent!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Archduke Varna had sharp eyes and thick voice: "God bless Boye, God bless Byrne!"

"God bless Boye, God bless Byrne -- -- -- -- --!!!!!!!!!!"

The roar of rage shook the whole hall, deafening!

The next moment, the old man holding up his glass raised his head and poured horse milk wine into his throat.

For a moment, not only the Boyi warriors, but also the Earls of Byrne behind Lauren took up their glasses, drank them in a heroic way, and their cheeks were full of joy.

The noisy hall was full of noise and joy.

No

The dark haired wizard frowned, glanced at the little wizard and Lucian, who also had a wine glass behind them and red cheeks, sighed gently.

Laszlo Varna, he didn't say these words casually. He was deliberately "pleasing" the Earls of Byrne behind him.

"Ladies and gentlemen - the warriors of Boye!"

At this time, Archduke Varna suddenly smashed his glass on the ground. Although he was talking to everyone, his sharp eyes were directed at the black haired wizard.

"We have defeated the Centaur barbarians who besieged Qianzhang City, but the war is not over... They are still sweeping around Boyi's land on the grassland of the green sea, killing and looting unscrupulously!"

"They are still killing your relatives, robes, plundering your wealth and homes, and turning the green sea into a grassland for centaurs!"

The old man roared again, "Boyi, can you bear it?!"

"Can't --!!"

There was a roar of anger in the hall. Loren even heard someone shouting behind him.

"They once defeated us, let Boyi ride on the prairie, and let our city and Qianzhang city fall into war - can you bear this shame?!"

"Can't --!!"

Archduke Varna stared at the black haired wizard's every move from beginning to end: "we boyans will never give way in front of shame! Tomorrow... Tomorrow I will lead my army to the battlefield to find the main force of the Centaur barbarian and start a decisive battle with it. I will be ashamed before the snow."

"Byrne... Are you coming?!"