The lights in the general's house were first on, and Bendro frequently poured wine into Alf in the hall, but after three rounds of wine, the little werewolf did not show any drunkenness at all. He was very competitive for a moment. Bendro stepped up his offensive. Unlike Bendro's hot drinks, Alf always drank slowly in small sips. Often Bendro had already drunk three glasses, and he had just finished one glass. However, seeing the more and more wine glasses on the table, the servant who was responsible for pouring the wine found that no matter how General Bendro drank, the orc in front of him was always one cup less than the general.

The two of them were fighting in full swing, and the three ladies and Daisy on the other side were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

When the wine glasses on the table were filled, Bendro couldn't help but put away his contempt. From the beginning of the banquet to now, he had already drunk a table, but Alf actually paid off. While waiting with the three ladies for Flo to use his magic to save people, Bendro already knew that the little werewolf in front of him was noble in the Orc Empire. He didn't care at that time, but now he didn't know how many rounds of the wine had passed, so he didn't dare to drink a lot of gulp, but the little werewolf on the opposite side was drinking slowly.

Seeing that the glass that was different was about to be caught up again, Bendro smiled bitterly and started drinking slowly. He had been through the battlefield for a long time and naturally had a great alcohol tolerance. Among the nobles of the empire, he was really rare to have an opponent in terms of alcohol. Now the young werewolf in front of him was chasing him all the way, and he actually felt like he was unable to get on the tiger.

To be honest, this little werewolf is pretty. In addition to being weak in strength and having a gentle temper, he should be particularly disgusted with such talents, but Alf is different. Although he is gentle in nature, he gives people a feeling that it is not only that. He is neither arrogant nor humble in his words and uses precise words. This has nothing to do with upbringing, but with wisdom. An orc has such amazing wisdom, which is comparable to an imperial counselor. A doctor has this kind of insight. Bendro couldn't help but ask curiously how far the orc empire has developed.

"The Orc Empire is still in a state of development. Compared with the three empires, the overall national strength is still much inferior to the three empires. Politics, economy, military, culture, and people's livelihood are all in a process of vigorous development. Compared with the three empires that have entered the prosperous state, the Orc Empire cannot match no matter how accelerated it."

No matter who is concerned about national conditions, no matter who it is, Bendro just asked casually, but he didn't expect Alf to say something half true and false. For the Orc Empire, Bendro naturally cares about military affairs. The Battle of the Cardan Hills Realm. Anyone who understands a little bit of military knowledge knows that although the Kotler Empire won the final victory, strategically speaking, it was actually the Orc Empire who achieved a comprehensive victory. This result can be summarized in two sentences.

The Kotler Empire won an unbeatable victory, while the Orc Empire won an unbeatable defeat.

"How is the combat readiness of the Orc Empire? I wonder if you can reveal one or two? You have said that you are a nurse in the military?" Bendro felt dizzy, but he could still keep awake. He knew that the little werewolf on the opposite side must be sober. The servant took down a table of wine glasses, then poured them on again. The two people intersected the wine glasses, and each drank the wine glasses in different ways.

Alf's face was flushed. He looked like this after the first cup. Until now, he still looked like this. Bendro's tongue had already started to chord, and his words were not very clear, so he asked, and Alf reacted for a while before he spoke.

"The war readiness force of the Orc Empire? Is the general going to spy on my emperor's report?" Although the words were scolded, Alf's tone did not mean to scold him at all. Bendro didn't speak in his heart, but just raised his glass to signal to drink. Alf also raised his glass to drink again and said calmly: "I think the general is also curious. Actually, I am also curious. The orc Empire has developed to the present, and the combat readiness force. I am a person from a tribe who has no idea. During the Battle of the Cardan Hill Realm, I was already in the Beast Emperor City to learn medical skills. Although my master was the chief of staff of the Empire, he never told me these things. I just wanted to tell you this question, and there was no answer, because I didn't know at all. All I know is the conventional army of the Alf tribe, with about 50,000 people, all of which are perverted wolf cavalry. After all, we are the werewolf tribe."

"Fifty thousand?!" Bendro felt awe-inspiring in his heart. According to Alf, the Al tribe is just a medium-sized tribe. A medium-sized tribe has 50,000 cavalry. What about the large tribe? How many tribes are there in the Orc Empire?

Bendro knew in his heart how many troops the Ron Empire had. In terms of military power, the Ron Empire was weaker than the other two empires, but in fact, the general alone had more than 800,000 troops, and the troops he held were not ranked. Perhaps 50,000 troops were not much for him, but after all, he was a general. He could imagine how much destructive the 50,000 cavalry could cause. The Orc Empire already had such national strength, but was still in a state of development. If it reached prosperity, what would it be?

While thinking, Bendello was about to ask in detail, but heard a loud noise outside the hall, and a figure rushed out of the door.

The cold light flashed, the sword shadow swayed, and the sharp blade pointed to all Alf's throat, heart and other vital parts. Bendro saw clearly that the person came but did not move. In fact, he really couldn't move. He had been fighting with Alf until now, and he was almost at his limit. Under the influence of alcohol, the fighting spirit around his body could not function at all. When he was dizzy, he could only watch the long sword cut out the phantom and took Alf straight.

The sudden figure caused a scream in the hall. Outside the hall, several maids stumbled and ran in full panic. The figure seemed to have been lurking for a long time, and the timing was very accurate. Alf had just finished drinking the wine in the glass and chose to take action when he was about to put it down. It was vicious, and it also made people feel that this person really wanted to kill Alf.

Alf's face was still slightly flushed, but he seemed to react slower than Bendro. He looked at the light and shadow in front of him, as if trying to find the final landing point of the blade. Daisy, who was closest to him, was already slightly drunk. Although she was closer to Alf, she was far away from the door and it was too late to react, so she made an unexpected move: she poured the wine in the glass on the person's head.

With a crisp sound, the blade slashed across Alf's cheek, and a red mark was hung, but it did not hurt the skin. The tip of the sword was covered by the wine glass, but it could not withstand the weight fragmentation. However, after this area, the blade completely deviated from the trajectory and was completely threatened.

The sword was exhausted, but the person who came was unable to take action again. Alf slowly pinched the long knife on his neck, and for a light whirlwind, the opponent's long knife took off his hand. Daisy's glass of wine was completely poured on her body, and the wind brought coldness, which made the figure's body begin to tremble uncontrollably.

"As a sick person, you should be at ease to recuperate. Even if you want to seek revenge on me, wait until the disease is cured, right?" After that, Alf gently placed the long knife on the table in front of him and said to the person who was about to assassinate him.

At this time, Bendro stood up with the help of his servant and shouted in a deep voice: "Fro, didn't you let you rest in the room? Why did you come to the front hall? You are so brave that you dare to assassinate your life-saving benefactor!" As soon as he finished speaking, the three ladies also came to Fro. The third ladies took off their clothes and changed them to their daughter, saying something with pity. But no matter what the three ladies said, the thin and pale girl still looked at Alf with anger on her face, while the werewolf who was seen bowed slightly and stopped talking.

Bendro staggered between Alf and his daughter Flo, blocking the two people's sight. Facing his angry daughter, Bendro was about to speak but heard Alf's calm voice coming from behind.

"General, the banquet has already begun. Since the eldest lady, Alf has surrendered! Princess Daisy, can you enjoy the glory and walk with me?" Bendro turned around and looked at Alf, but found that Daisy was already in the middle. In a daze, Daisy had already held Alf's hand and said, "Of course I am willing. I am unable to drink. The general will let me take my leave." After saying that, without waiting for Bendro to react, he pulled Alf out of the hall directly.

After leaving the dark general's mansion and walking a distance away, Daisy let go of Alf's hand, her face flushed, and she didn't know if she was shy or she was really drunk.

"Do you know? Long ears, you were very handsome just now! Where did you drink wine?" After saying that, he wanted to touch Alf's stomach. Bendro had just played with Long ears, but she saw it. But what she didn't expect was that Long ears could drink surprisingly, but after drinking so much wine, his stomach was still the same as usual. He wouldn't have been dumped out by him, right? With this slight doubt, Daisy felt more and more heavy eyelids, and she was about to fall asleep while standing. Alf smiled slightly and held Daisy who was swaying, and looked around. The prince next to her seemed not nearby. Since that was the case, she would wait for a while at the door of the general's mansion. As long as Daisy was sent away, she would be free. She wanted to escape the eyes and ears of the temple, and just spend some effort.

Just as he held Daisy, Alf's ears moved, his face changed drastically, and a whine sounded in the air. A big net suddenly covered the heads of the two people. After saving Daisy, his body suddenly flew back. The big net fell to nothing, but swept over again. Alf shouted loudly and flew back again. On the way, he stepped on the ground and his figure suddenly raised. The big net was barely swept across the soles of his feet. When he landed, the person holding the net also appeared in Alf's sight.

"Who are you? For..." Before he finished speaking, figures gathered in the darkness. The men in black who rushed out of every corner surrounded Alf. When the encirclement circle surrounded him, a figure emerged from the crowd and looked at the two people coldly.
Chapter completed!