Everyone raised their glasses. Chai Anping thought it was interesting and drank heavily along with them all. The spicy wine rushed into his stomach. The Freljordian glasses were not small. Chai Anping's visual inspection revealed that they were at least half a liter in volume.
Good guys, they are all barrels.
Lacus, on the other hand, only dipped it briefly. Even so, Chai Anping felt that her expression suddenly turned bitter, but she concealed it very well.
"I am the new war mother of the tribe, Nadia."
"Traveler, Shelley, this is my fiancée Lux."
Lux's name unexpectedly does not need to be hidden at all, because her real name to the outside world is Laxana Crownguard. There is still a big difference between the two. Without telling her surname, no one will go to that German at all.
The flower of Marcia is associated with it.
Moreover, the Freljordians have never been interested in news about Demacia, except for those ocean-going fleets. They are still more interested in how to gain muscle.
Muscle is power!
After some courtesy and three rounds of drinks, all the tough guys in the camp looked drunk and the atmosphere was lively.
Only the old man dressed as a wizard still looked at Chai Anping from time to time, with some kind of hidden light in his eyes.
He may think he is very hidden, but in fact, under Chai Anping's spiritual thoughts, there is no way to hide. He has even started to draw a straight line on the table to count the number of times the old man has looked over.
Zheng Zheng, little old man, don’t go too far!
Obviously, this tribe is hiding something in their hearts, otherwise it would not be this attitude.
Those gathered in the tent were probably some of the leaders of Nanemana!
Just as I was thinking about it, it suddenly became dark outside the camp, and another figure appeared.
The visitors seemed to be covered in frost, and the temperature of the tent dropped a bit.
Chai Anping turned around and looked. The man was tall and burly, almost as strong as Kratos. At this time, he was carrying a huge sword in his right hand and a human head in his left hand. The pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
"War Mother, those Winter Claws have been wiped out."