Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Come here." Daxus smiled slightly, put down the wine glass gently, picked up the bottle next to him, filled two glasses with wine, waved at the figure, and said enthusiastically.

The figure walked closer with a smile and took the glass of wine that Daxus handed over.

"You all know this lady, Genevieve Sandrine..." Daxus deliberately dragged out the last word and introduced her in a slightly exaggerated tone.

"Poti Lactidonie!" The guests present joined in one after another. Those who knew the full name followed Dacius in reciting, and those who didn't also cheered, as if the banquet had reached its climax at this moment.

"Although the dishes haven't been served yet, it doesn't stop us... First of all, let me thank Ms. Genevieve for preparing such a sumptuous dinner for us!" Daquus raised his glass again and spoke in a loud voice. His words were filled with sincere gratitude, which caused another round of cheers and echoes.

The guests raised their glasses to pay tribute to Genevieve and thank her for her careful preparation. She bowed slightly, smiled gracefully, nodded to the guests, then raised her glass and drank it all.

"Sorry, I...we are late." At this moment an untimely voice sounded.

The guests present looked in the direction where the voice came from. They were none other than the love-hate relationship between the two: Dastan Cold Eyes and Roxia Fallen Heart. In another dimension, they fought in the Sea of ​​Claws, and Dastan was almost killed. Now, they have cooperated on many tasks. After completing the earliest development of Lustria, they went to the jungle of the South together and sent Master Xia there.

Of course, only Daxus knew this story. He couldn't tell other elves like a charlatan about what happened between the two of them in another plane.

The two generals wore ordinary clothes, which were the traditional robes of Druki. Because they were going to participate in the banquet, Locsia took off his mask before coming. He knew why the banquet was held. Times have changed, and he didn't want to be the most dazzling presence at the banquet. Now, they knew they were late and stood there a little awkwardly.

"Not too late! Just in time, just in time! Serve the food!" Dacus didn't ask why he came so late, nor did he say anything about the three glasses of wine as punishment. He had no interest in the test where the strong used forcing people to drink to show their authority and control, and the weak used self-abuse to drink to express their loyalty and obedience. He didn't need the test and verification of power, obedience, and sincerity. Besides, he wasn't Party A, and didn't talk about business. He just liked the excitement.

As the combination was put in place, food trucks were also introduced one after another.

The whole order and steps, neither Chinese nor Western, cold dishes and hot dishes were served together, fortunately there was no soup, desserts and fruits were served together. Including the whole arrangement, a round table, and then forks and tongs... Fortunately, the meat was boneless, so you can just pick it up and eat it without spitting out the bones. But none of these are important, just like Dacius and Finnubar playing Gobang, Gobang is not important, what is important is that they are playing chess and talking.

But the dishes are quite particular, most of which were developed by Dacus and Genevieve when they were in La Plata, full of characteristics and unique style...

Dacus said he didn't do obedience tests, but he actually did...

La Plata's experience left an indelible impression on some of the guests present. Noon was fine, but what they feared most was the dinner. Helpless, they could only pray to the gods they believed in, hoping that the dishes served would be normal and within their edible range, rather than dishes that they dared not even look at. Fortunately, there was no nine-turn large intestine that remained in its original state.

For a while, Daxus had been targeting the lower three categories of meat livestock, that is, places other than beef, mutton and chicken. The elves and nobles had never seen such a thing. Once he made stir-fried chicken gizzards, and the nobles said it was delicious when they ate it, until... they knew what chicken gizzards were.

After this incident, the rich and powerful have learned to be smart. They ask questions before eating, and only use their knives and forks after they are sure of the ingredients. They are like gods one day and devils the next. Sometimes they can eat so much that they are completely dazzled and exclaim that it is so satisfying. Sometimes after eating, they have to find ways to find something else to fill their stomachs.

In addition to chicken offal, there are also beef and mutton offal, etc. The rich and powerful cannot accept it, but it doesn’t matter, the army and civilians accept it. The garrison stationed in La Plata enjoyed a good life during that time. Like the rich and powerful, they had never seen all these things, but the difference was that they all said they were good after eating them, and said they wanted to eat them again next time.

There was no other way, Dacus had to make full use of various ingredients and research the recipe. After returning to Naggaroth, he opened some snack bars, such as a snack bar specializing in selling carrots and beef offal, and the target customers were soldiers on vacation and civilians with some spare money.

Follow-up... maybe some stories will emerge as time goes by?
For example, 2150...Siege of Lothern...Morale low...Master of Gourmet...Morale boosted...Capture of Lothern...Long-standing legend.

For example, I forgot the beginning, the middle, and the end. In short, thanks to the Grand Vizier for restoring this lost history.

"Aishriel roast chicken, one of the special dishes." As the dishes were placed one by one, Daxus began to introduce them.

The dish is a colorful and fragrant roast chicken dish that is mouth-watering. The dish uses the latest version of white-feathered chicken, which is carefully processed and cut into appropriate sized cubes and placed on the baking tray with chopped onions, potatoes and bright red peppers.

All the ingredients are evenly coated with tomato sauce. After the baking tray enters the oven, the ingredients will slowly blend into the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes. The surface is baked until golden, exuding a rich aroma, slightly spicy, and with a baked crispness.

When served, the finished product is like a pizza with rich fillings, colorful, red, yellow and green, extremely tempting. The chicken is slightly crispy on the surface, but still juicy inside, and the potatoes absorb the aroma of the gravy and have a soft texture. The sweet and sour taste of the tomato sauce blends into every bite, intertwined with the spicy aftertaste, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Asheril Roast Chicken is exactly what Daxu needs. After being improved and optimized by Master Wu, a 45-day-old white-feathered chicken weighs about 16 kilograms and can produce about 60% to 70% edible meat, which is 9.6 to 11.2 kilograms. Taking the middle value, 10 kilograms.

The average amount of chicken consumed per person for a meal is about 150 to 200 grams, depending on the individual's appetite and the number of side dishes. If it is a normal meal, this amount can generally meet the needs of most people. If chicken is the main dish, or if you need to replenish energy after exercise, the intake may increase to 200 to 250 grams.

The elves have a certain physique, and the soldiers also need daily training. After observing the soldiers' daily needs, Daddy Duck, the elves' god in charge of supplies, set the amount of chicken a soldier needs for each meal at 400 grams, which serves as the basic value for daily chicken needs. This means that two tents of soldiers plus a captain, or a squad, can use 2 kilograms of chicken to meet their meal needs.

In order to ensure the standardized supply of ingredients for each meal, not only chicken, but also the corresponding amount of vegetables and ketchup are calculated. 400 grams of chicken is fixedly matched with 150 grams of vegetables and an appropriate amount of ketchup, so that the soldiers can not only consume enough protein, but also obtain fiber and nutrition in a balanced manner.

Based on these fixed recipes and data, he could start to build a supply accounting system from squads to legions and then to large legions. He could calculate the total amount needed and constantly adjust the turnover cycle of reserves to ensure that there were always enough ingredients in stock to cope with the legion's long-distance marches and high-intensity consumption during wartime.

The same goes for canteens in government offices, schools and factories. It’s just a matter of how much they are worth.

In his plan, the efficiency and accuracy of supply had to be extremely high. Every chicken and every can of ketchup had to be accurately calculated to minimize waste and maximize the needs of Drucci. Not only that, he also had to pass on this set of calculation standards and logistics management methods to other logistics personnel, and established detailed rules for distribution and storage to ensure that every soldier, whether on the front line or in the rear, could enjoy sufficient food.

Only by ensuring that every soldier in the army has enough to eat and eat well can we guarantee the soldiers' physical strength and spirit and maintain the combat effectiveness of the army. Otherwise, why is Daquus called Daddy Daqu, the elves' god in charge of supplies?

"Beef meatballs, please feel free to order." Daxus continued to introduce with a smile.

This dish uses ground beef, also known as shank meat. Shank meat is located in the front leg of the cow, where muscles and fascia intersect. Because the muscles and fascia in this area are more developed, the texture of shank meat is tougher, but also more chewy.

The meatballs are carefully blended with onions, minced garlic and herbs, and kneaded into meatballs of moderate size. A little cumin and black pepper are added to the seasoning, making the meatballs more fragrant and unique. The meatballs are slow-cooked in a carefully prepared tomato sauce, which contains a hint of smoky flavor and a slightly sweet and sour taste. The stewed meatballs are full in color, and the surface is slightly soaked in the red sauce.

Kaia looked at the Drukis who were already using their cutlery. When she saw that Dakuus was using tongs to pick up meatballs for Drusala and Genevieve, he was turning the meatballs over to make sure the sauce covered them completely. And Maranul was using a fork to pick up the meatballs, so she felt relieved.

She followed suit and forked a meatball with her fork. The moment she took a bite, her eyes lit up. It melted in her mouth, the aroma filled the air, and brought a warm and rich sense of satisfaction. The taste was rich, the meat inside the meatball was delicate and juicy, and the sauce was thick.

This dish is also provided to soldiers, currently as a side dish and weekly dish, that is, one meatball is given for each meal, and it is eaten once a week. More will be said later. The specifications of the iron plate are fixed, not only can it be used to roast chicken, but also to stew meatballs. The equipment for making meatballs is also fixed, ensuring that the meatballs received by the soldiers are all large.

As for the meat, Daxus couldn't guarantee it. He could only guarantee that it was beef, but he couldn't guarantee which piece it was. There were only a few pieces of shank, and he couldn't supply the entire army.

"Boiled chicken thighs, already boned," Daxus continued.

This dish uses fresh chicken legs. The iron plate of fixed size can hold 5 chicken legs at a time. First rinse and wipe off excess water, put them in a deep cup, add a teaspoon of salt, appropriate seasoning, and finally drizzle with two tablespoons of vegetable oil extracted from soybeans or olives. Stir well and marinate for half an hour to ensure that the seasoning is fully penetrated into the meat. After marinating, use another pan, pour another tablespoon of oil, put in the chicken legs, and fry both sides until golden brown. Put the fried chicken legs on the plate.

Elf likes ketchup, and likes the sour and sweet feeling. Many dishes cannot be separated from ketchup, and this dish is no exception. Chop an onion and fry it until it becomes soft and emits a sweet fragrance. Then add the chopped carrots and red peppers, add salt to enhance the flavor, and stir well. Pour in the tomato juice, stir, and boil, then simmer in water until the sauce begins to concentrate and the aroma overflows.

Next, add the fried chicken thighs to the sauce, soak the chicken thighs in the rich tomato sauce, and cook over low heat to ensure that the chicken absorbs the flavor of the sauce. Turn over and continue to simmer, turn over again, and simmer again until the sauce is thick and fragrant. Before serving, sprinkle some chopped fresh herbs on top to add a fresh touch.

It's a lot of trouble, but it's really delicious. It's one of the best dishes that Dacus developed when he was in La Plata. Although it's troublesome to make, there's a canteen in the military camp on weekdays, so he can just take his time to make it. He plans to use this dish as a main dish and weekly dish, and provide the basic recipe to snack bar owners. The reason why it's a basic recipe is that he plans to leave room for vendors to show their strengths. After all, there are many ways to cook chicken legs, and there's no need to cook them this way.

After get off work, I buy a big chicken leg and some wine. After this meal, even gods wouldn’t change it, and even Slaanesh would say it’s good.

The same is true for the recipes of other dishes. He likes to cook, but he can't cook all the time. He only provides a primary version as a sample, and when vendors come up with a better one, he will buy the recipe back and promote it.

"Beef crispy rolls."

This dish was invented by Genevieve and is very simple to make. First, make a round dough and cut from the center of the circle outwards, just like cutting a pizza. If the military makes it, cut it into 11 pieces. Then mix the beef filling, onion, oil, salt, and lemon juice together. If conditions permit, heat it up for a better taste. If conditions permit, it is ok to not add it and it is still edible. Apply egg liquid on the dough, put the filling on the outermost end of the cut, fold the two sides, and roll it again. A crispy roll is ready, and finally put it in the oven to bake.

“Stir-fried chicken liver.”

“Meatloaf BBQ.”

“Beet salad.”

The civilians of Naggaroth don't have a good life, and they can only eat beets to satisfy their cravings. This dish was improved by Genevieve when she was in Naggarond, and it has been around for a long time. Tahini and chickpeas are added, and then olive oil and lemon juice are added, and finally stirred. The finished product is red, and you need to use a spoon to add shelled and diced avocado and sesame seeds to garnish it, a classic red and green combination.

It's soft and sticky in the mouth, so delicious that you can't help but stamp your feet...

"Pastijo."

That is Pastitsio, which is layers of noodles, meat sauce and cheese. It is a traditional Greek delicacy that old Romans love.

“Moussaka.”

Moussaka, a baked dish layered with eggplant, potatoes, minced meat and a creamy white sauce.

“Taco.”

Corn burritos, wrapped with meat, vegetables, cheese, etc., and served with various hot sauces. Now not only the old lizardmen like this, but the Duruchi living in Asheril also likes to eat it.

“Dace with black bean sauce.”

This dish was invented by Dacus. It uses carefully selected dace, marinated with high-quality fermented black beans and slow-cooked, allowing the fish to fully absorb the aroma of the fermented black beans. The fish is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding a rich fermented black bean aroma and a slightly salty aroma, with a hint of the mellowness of fermented black beans, giving people a special fresh and fragrant taste.

It is definitely not a favor, nor am I here to exchange for a city of white snow. I just want to eat traditional Cantonese cuisine.

The dish is simply good and versatile, whether eaten alone or paired with other ingredients, it is extremely suitable. He plans to make it into canned food and distribute it to the army. In case of emergency, soldiers can just open the can and enjoy it directly to get enough energy. When conditions permit, soldiers can also stew the black bean dace with vegetables.

There were also a bunch of dishes, most of which were typical traditional elf dishes, such as fresh fruit platters, herb leaf salads, mushroom stews, and exquisite snacks. Although these dishes were delicious, they were already familiar foods to the guests.

Dacus briefly introduced the dishes without further introduction. He introduced both old and new versions of Asheril dishes, which were quite innovative with Lustria-style spices and rich taste. Whether it was the golden and crispy Asheril roast chicken or the rich and delicious stewed meatballs, the guests were pleasantly surprised and felt the deliciousness was different from before. The atmosphere of the banquet gradually became warmer. The elves tasted the dishes elegantly, sipped the wine, occasionally talked and laughed, and showed a comfortable smile on their faces. Chupakoko was in high spirits, holding a tender stewed chicken leg in one hand and a corn burrito in the other, taking a bite on the left and the right, and drinking Chicha wine from time to time, making a satisfied sound.

The three generals of the Red Dragon were even more unrestrained. They drank whiskey in big gulps, knocking the bottles against each other, making a thumping sound, and occasionally shouting a few words, and occasionally spitting out small streams of fire, which attracted laughter. When they had almost finished drinking, they began to enjoy the barbecued meat specially prepared for them, which was full of chili peppers.

The barbecue prepared for them was not placed on the dining table, but on the dining cart behind them. Red Dragon's appetite was obvious, and now, all the dishes on the table combined were not enough for them. They liked the buffet style, where they could eat as much as they wanted and be full.

"The Asheril-style dishes are really unique and surprise me." After seeing that they were almost done, Kaia put down the cutlery and wiped her mouth elegantly. She knew that she was the main guest today and the banquet was specially prepared for her. She raised her glass to Daquus and said with a smile.

"I've put in a lot of effort to make sure everyone eats well! As long as you like it, it's all worth it." Dacus responded with a hearty laugh, then raised his glass to toast all the guests, his tone full of sincerity and happiness.

The venue was filled with laughter and joy, and the aroma of wine and food intertwined in the air, making people intoxicated. Whether they were elves, lizardmen or red dragons, everyone put aside the barriers of their identities and enjoyed this happy gathering to the fullest.

After the round was over, Dacus began to show off his skills by using a clamp to put chickpeas into his mouth. The clamp can be used as a metal chopstick with the top fixed...

"Ms. Siglin, do you need to go back?" Daxus suddenly asked after putting another chickpea into his mouth.

As his words came out, the whole venue suddenly fell into silence. Even Red Dragon and Chupakoko stopped eating and drinking. The guests present sometimes looked at Daquus and sometimes looked at Siglin.

"Do you need it?" Sieglin put down the tableware, sat there quietly, and said slowly. She could clearly feel the malicious gazes from the Duruchi position. As the banquet progressed, she knew that those Duruchi were Matheran believers, captains, commanders of the Black Ark, and her enemies.

"You and Finarfin will stay in Chapeyuto for a long time. Some competitions will not be held tomorrow. What about your fleet?" Daquus asked after giving him another chickpea.

"Fleet?" There was a hint of surprise in Siglin's tone.

"How... did you get here?" The chickpeas that were about to be put into Dacus' mouth stopped at the edge of his mouth, and he was also a little surprised.

"Teleported here, using the tools you provided us." Finarfin responded.

"You..." Maranul opened his mouth, the words already in his throat, but he finally suppressed the impulse, swallowed it hard, and looked at Finarfin with a speechless expression.

"Matheran, didn't you make any deployments before you came? For example, sending out the fleet of Twilight Fortress to keep it in a state of combat readiness?" Daxus put down the clamp and touched his face with his left hand. He found that some things didn't seem to be what he thought?

"I thought about it, but I didn't decide to do it in the end. Finarfin and I set out alone, in the name of going to the Fortress of Dawn. Perhaps... after you tell me where the Sunfire Amulet is, I will have a good chat with Admiral Welin of the Fortress of Dawn?"

Sieglin understood. She understood why Dacus asked that question at the beginning. She had thought about this question more than once, but she found that it seemed meaningless to do so. Before she set out, she asked the mages on the Arenur Peninsula to evaluate the spiral staircase. After getting the mages' assurance that any problems with the staircase would not harm the port below, she withdrew the soldiers from the tower in the name of maintaining the staircase.

Moreover, she took other countermeasures. When Chapeyuto's Black Ark Fleet sailed to the south, the Twilight Fortress's fleet abandoned the Anureil Peninsula, carrying supplies and leading the residents of the three islands to evacuate to the Far Sea and go to the Lost Islands of Iletis.

"Finafin and I prayed to Matheran, and the Lord of the Abyss responded to us and allowed us to come to Chapeyuto!" After seeing Daquus looking a little surprised, she added with high emotional intelligence.

Dacus stood up slowly, his movements steady and solemn. He extended his hand and made a downward gesture to show caution, signaling the Druks not to misunderstand his movements and make a farce of three million swordsmen rushing out from next door after the cup was smashed.

After he stood still, he picked up Drusala's bottle on the table and gently filled himself with wine. The wine flowed into the glass like a gem, and the rich aroma instantly spread in the air. He raised the glass and slowly swept his eyes across the venue.

"Cheers to Matheran! Cheers to Siglin and Finarfin, for their fearless courage and devout faith!" He raised his left hand, which was not holding the wine glass, and made a gesture of praise with his fingers. His voice was loud and passionate, with deep affection and respect.

As Dacus raised his glass, the guests around him stood up one after another, holding their glasses and responding to his respect in unison. Enil and Asrai knew the danger, and their eyes showed their admiration for the two warriors. The red dragons, who also knew the danger, roared in a low voice, expressing their respect for Siglin and Finarfin in their unique way. Only Chupakoko, who didn't know how powerful it was, waved the bottle in his hand and cheered loudly.

Siglin was a little embarrassed by this scene. She lowered her head slightly and smiled shyly, but her eyes were shining. Finarfin patted her shoulder gently beside her. The two raised their glasses and faced Dacus and the guests with firm expressions.

“May Maserlan’s protection always be with us, and may the Lord of the Abyss’ guidance bring us light! Thank you for coming. Because of you, our faith is even stronger!”

"To Matheran!"

"Devoted faith!"

"Respect your fearless courage!"

The guests shouted again, and their glasses collided with those of the guests around them in the air, making a crisp sound. The sound of glasses colliding continued, and the atmosphere became more and more heated. Everyone drank the wine with full respect, and the strong aroma of wine and the warm emotions intertwined in the air of the banquet, filling the whole hall with an exciting atmosphere.

"Did you have a smooth journey in Elsin Alvin?" After some toasts, Maranul looked in the direction of the Asur delegation and asked.

"Thanks to your intelligence and everything we did in Kor Vanas, things went smoothly at the beginning. The archbishop kept mediating our relationship with the dwarves. After getting accurate information, we went deep underground in Blackfire Pass and fought with the great demon. Then we found Gail Maraz? Yes, Gail Maraz, a peculiar hammer." Marin responded with a smile after eating the mango.

"You may not know that at that time! Istharion completed the final blow to the demon! The most important thing is! He completed this blow in front of the dwarves! It's a pity that I was not there at the time, I really want to see the expressions of those dwarves!" After saying that, Daxus, who had filled the glass with wine, stood up again and raised the glass high, "Cheers to Istharion! Cheers to him for completing this blow in front of the dwarves!"

When Eltharion heard Dacreus's loud praise, he couldn't help but blush slightly, looking a little embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head, as if trying to hide his embarrassment, but the smile on his face was somewhat smug and proud. When the elves and red dragons heard that he had completed the final blow to the demon in front of the dwarves, they cheered and praised, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly became more heated.

"Imagine the expressions of the dwarves when they see this scene!" Hoha, who was a little drunk, couldn't help laughing.

"The dwarves must be pale, right? Hahaha, how refreshing! Isthrion? Here's a glass of wine for you!" Scarandil grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth, and patted Toga and laughed.

Chupacoco didn't know the key, but that didn't stop him from waving the bottle excitedly, jumping on the chair and shouting loudly.

"Don't be shy, this is a great achievement, it's an honor!" Marin on the side looked at Isharion with a smile and patted Isharion's shoulder gently.

"Actually, I didn't think too much about it at the time... But being able to make the dwarves pale is an unexpected gain." Isharion lowered his head slightly, with a shy smile on his face, raised the wine glass handed to him by Bel-Ahor, and spoke in a low voice.

"This glass of wine is to toast your fearless courage!" Dacus laughed.

"To Eltharion!"

The atmosphere in the venue was full of ups and downs, with the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter and congratulations once again intertwined.

"And then?" Ryan asked curiously after sitting down again, placing his hands on top of his head and gesturing.

"They refused!" Marlene's expression changed instantly. Her originally happy expression turned into a little angry. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was recalling the scene at that time. She said coldly, with a hint of unhappiness in her tone.

At the same time, the expressions of the Asur from Elsin Alvin became unhappy, and they recalled the scenes they experienced in Karaz-a-Karak.

"Shame on you!" Cowell, who had just taken a sip of wine, stopped drinking after hearing the news. He put the glass back on the table and cursed angrily.

"We went there with good intentions. After all, the Phoenix Crown is a sacred object of the elves. But they had no room for negotiation and even showed disdain," Marlene continued, with a cold look in her eyes.

"According to the plan, Finnubar went to Karaz-a-Karak to try to retrieve the Phoenix Crown, but apparently..." Daquus explained to the uninformed guests.

Things turned out to be as he expected, just like the result on the other plane. Even with the addition of Anvil of Doom and Gail Malaz, no breakthrough was made.

There are many reasons for this. The current High King is not Thorgrim the Grudgebearer, whose weathered brows sparkle with wisdom. The relationship between the elves and the dwarves has not reached that stage yet. Of course, the most important thing is that the Phoenix Crown may not be in Karaz-a-Karak, but in the lost Mountain of Eight Peaks.

So... how to exchange this, the dwarves attack Eight Peaks? Do the dwarves have the ability to do this? Or tell Asur that the Phoenix Crown is in the lost Eight Peaks? Don't care about face? They can only reject Asur's proposal, with the bonus of the Anvil of Doom and the recovery of Ghal Maraz.

"The dwarves are still the same, stubborn and short-sighted." The red dragon Splinterwin on the other side sneered and said sarcastically.

The elves nodded one after another, expressing their full recognition and agreement with the red dragon's words, with deep dissatisfaction revealed on their faces, as if they were ready to pick up knives and kill Karazha-a-Karak right now.

"Dwarven society has a tradition of butchers. They are the weirdest and most deadly dwarves. After they kill someone, they add a prefix to the title of butcher. Among them... Giant Butcher is the least valuable title among dwarves. Do you know why?" Daxus suppressed his scolding and motioned for everyone to be quiet. He stood up, as if he was going to raise his glass to toast again. When everyone thought he was going to toast again, he told a story, or more accurately: a joke.

There was a moment of silence in the banquet hall as the guests paused, not fully understanding what Daxus meant.

"Because to the dwarves, except for the goblins, all humanoid creatures are giants!" Seeing this, Daxus lowered his voice and added with a hint of joking.

In a flash, the guests finally reacted. The funny sight of the dwarves solemnly and proudly calling themselves "Giant Slayers" appeared before their eyes, and they burst into laughter. The elves covered their mouths and laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs. Even the usually steady Bel-Ehor couldn't help but smile. The red dragons laughed even louder. Malok slapped the table hard, and his tail accidentally hit the wine bottle behind him, making a crisp sound.

At this moment, Chupakoko felt excluded. He was a little confused. Although he could understand what Dacus was saying, he had no idea what he was trying to express. He also didn't understand why the hot-blooded people present were so excited and laughing so loudly.

Chupakoko was indeed excluded. In a place full of elves and red dragons, teasing dwarves was the most politically correct thing. Except for Duruchi, which elf branch had no hatred against the dwarves? Aiel and Asrai appeared because of the war of revenge. Why did Splinterwin have the title of "Broken Wing"? Wasn't it because he was shot by the dwarf's crossbow? In the dwarf's Kazarid language, Malok means resentment.

As for the future, we will talk about it later.

"Do you know? The dwarves once wanted to build a cavalry unit, but eventually gave up! Tolandil, do you know why?" After laughing for a while, Daxus started again. Finally, he threw the question to Tolandil. He knew the relationship between Tolandil and the dwarves too well. Tolandil had shot a dwarf in the head in the tavern of Sulinburg and sent him back to Valaya's arms.

"Because everything they can ride is too high for them!" Tolandil stood up, pulled the non-existent accordion with both hands, and responded in a teasing tone.

"I have dealt with dwarves, and I found that they like to use phrases. At first I didn't understand why, but later... I found that they are used to speaking in short sentences!" There was another round of laughter, and after the laughter ended, Riel stood up.

Dwarf joke time begins... (End of this chapter)