"Since the last time you used dirty tricks to win, you also defrauded me of my pure body spanning three eras. Indeed. We haven't seen each other for a long time." Liris Titan's descendant stepped over everyone's heads. Step out. Staring condescendingly into the lord's eyes: "What do you mean by that sentence? Oh, 'It's never too late to have a good meal'."
"'Good men are not afraid of shortcomings.'" The lord leaned back slightly to see the grand face of Lyris Titan's descendant over the hill (just looking at the face, sir?): "'Good girls are not afraid of fat, and good places are not afraid. Far away. Good words are not afraid of roughness, good children are not afraid of management. Good intentions and good intentions are not afraid of cheapness, and good people are not afraid of slowness in doing good deeds."
"The most powerful thing about you is this mouth. My Lord Baron." Liris Titan's descendant put her hands on her hips condescendingly: "How about you, let's have a drink with real swords and guns."
"Okay." The lord really couldn't refuse.
"If you win this time, I will give you my last remaining purity." Liris Titan's descendant raised her eyebrows slightly, and a heroic aura came to her face.
"A word is settled." Lord Lord really has nothing to say, actions are the best explanation.
You know, there are at least two tests. After drinking, go boxing. It is simply a way to commit suicide. Think about it, how can you still wave your fists to defeat the enemy when you are drunk and staggering around? Of course, it is a fair and reasonable way to commit suicide for both parties involved in the drinking contest.
Amidst the rhythmic thumping of thick cup bases and rustic table tops. Wu Chen and Lyris Titanson walked to the playing field where mead barrels were already lined.
The rule is simpler, just keep drinking. Until one person lies down. And to be fair, if you have one cup and I have one cup, both of them must drink the same number of cups. Referring to the "expert who drank six or seven glasses of mead on the table", "no one will notice even if a lot of it flows out when drinking", it is obviously only suitable for ordinary party drinking. When drinking wine in public, don't spill any glass.
What are you waiting for?
Just drink and that's it.
After three cups, their expressions remained unchanged. Lyris Titansborn finally showed a hint of seriousness in her eyes.
"Let's just say, you still have some real abilities, my Lord Baron."
"Cheers." Wu Chen drank another full glass.
"Cheers." Liris Titanborn also drank a glass. The aroma of alcohol filled his mouth, and he lowered his head to face the lord's harmless smile.
"What's wrong?" Liris Titanborn asked with a smile.
"Do you dare to have a drink?" the lord asked with a smile.
"Come." Liris Titanborn stretched out her arm without thinking.
"Come." The lord smiled and took his arm.
The two held hands and drank a full glass each.
"Hiccup-" Liris Titanborn opened her mouth wide at the smiling face of the Lord Lord who was just around the corner.
"Come again." Changing hands and scooping up another cup, Wu Chen handed it over to the person who took the cup.
"Come and come." Lyris Titanborn showed no sign of weakness. He changed hands and scooped up a full cup, then handed it to the lord's hand, brought it to his mouth, and drank it all.
Before the Lord and Lyris Titans decide the winner, you might as well consider an issue first. Songard, the paradise of Nordic heroes who died holding swords, what is the content of the endless mead?
If you don't have a clue at the moment. It’s better to think about Wu Chen’s old adventure in “Return to Wolfenstein” where the fatal “corpse fire” was actually a “virtual network mental addiction”. By analogy, Songard's mead is actually a kind of "spiritual energy" that can soothe the hearts and paralyze the will of the brave. Of course, the ultimate unity of matter and spirit among the Seven Star Lord Gods is also the prerequisite for the lord to be able to measure Sungard with his feet on the ground as a mortal.
As the master of a small universe where divinity has flowed out and has been in a state of long-term power outage, Wu Chen is the biggest soul-eating demon according to the former master of thought in the Soul Cairn. An almost unlimited amount of booze comes from Songard's "Spiritual Mead (Energy)".
The results are clear.
After drinking a barrel full of Songard mead, the descendant of Lyris Titan finally fell drunk in the arms of the lord.
The female warriors, who never took it too seriously to watch the excitement, worked together to carry him out.
"Ah, my Lord Baron. Sure enough, even the King of Carnival can't drink you." Meera Stormcloak stared at the Lord with a smile: "Want to continue?"
"Of course." The lord said with a smile: "Before that, I have to get back... the reward I just won."
"Ah, it's the 'last few remaining purity'." Meera Stormcloak certainly remembered Lyris Titanspawn's promise.
"Yes, there are too many, but there are not many left." The lord's eyes were clear and his mind was transparent.
"Okay, my Lord Baron, please come with me." Meera Stormcloak has obviously arranged everything.
"Where are you taking me?" After walking out of the tent, the lord asked Meera Stormcloak, who was leading the way.
"Go and receive your reward, my Lord Baron." Meera Stormcloak replied without looking back.
"This doesn't seem to be the way to Liris's tent." Wu Chen was not drunk.
"Who says otherwise, my Lord Baron." Meera Stormcloak smiled and turned back: "She was sent to the Foam Bath. You 'discovered' that hot spring cave by accident."
"Okay, Meera." The memory copies poured in out of thin air, making it difficult for the lord to speak.
Memories and visions overlap. Details related to Songard in the old adventure began to unfold in detail. Although since the moment he finished the 404 Road of Destruction and arrived in the Broken City to restart his adventure, the Lord has recovered many memory copies intermittently, and has become accustomed to those shocking scenes. However, the memory of this adventure related to Songard still made him terrified and couldn't bear to look at it.
In other words, Goddess Gine sentenced him to the felony of blaspheming the spirits of his ancestors and beat him directly from heaven back to earth. From this point of view, it is not a loss once.
As for questions such as "Did you blaspheme that ancestral spirit?", Meera Stormcloak, as an eyewitness and party involved, didn't even bother to ask. Which of the famous women in history who lived in the valley was not an "ancestor"?
"Alas..." The Lord lord covered his face and sighed before entering the cave.
But it made Mera Stormcloak chuckle: "Hey, my Lord Baron, what's going on?"
"Meira. I said... I had a legitimate reason for doing this before. Do you believe it or not?" The lord could not bear it for a moment.
"Of course. Your 'Dragon Breaking Law' needs to condense enough divine skin to cover the supreme law of the world." Meera Stormcloak nodded her forehead: "Every spiritual bond is an unbreakable one." Golden Root'. We all know this. So my lord, you see, from Queen Magarne to Lyris Titanspawn, including me, everyone in the valley has accepted their fate calmly. We also I am happy to see you use your laws to judge the greedy big black insect, and become the incarnation of Shure as the goddess predicted. Create a new era for all the children of Skyrim. In order to achieve your wish, even if you are broken into pieces No matter what, let alone the purity of the few and few left (meaning less than 3, right sir?)?"
"Who...is in the foam bath?" Mera Stormcloak's sudden change of conversation made it difficult for the lord to follow. Of course, this lack of adaptability has a lot to do with the new character design in Dormitory 208 for the 10th time. (Is it because of "Xia Tan Han Yuliang", sir?).
"Everyone is here." Meera Stormcloak licked her hot red lips.
