Chapter 200 Banquet

Back in the halls of Thunderfist Hall, the feast had begun at some point, and many of the dwarves had already started early.

These guys are not at all concerned about what to drink, there is a group of dwarves completely came to drink wine, to drink themselves forget the wine can still drink before finally only have the sense to rely on the instinct of hunger to grab a little something to eat.

Though he had heard that the Brute Hammer Dwarves were a little better off than the two clans of Copperbeard and Black Iron when it came to alcoholism, just looking at these Thunderfists he could no longer imagine at all what the Winterfest would be like if it were Ironforge.

After all, the Barbarian Hammer Dwarves were far less fervent and formal about the Winter Festival than they had been before the time of the Battle of the Three Hammers, and were more interested in taking advantage of the opportunity to feast and replenish their strength for the dangers of the next full year than they were in worshipping and honoring their nebulous ancestors and bloodlines.

Jace and Grid walked down the hall, accompanied by the two of them by a group of dwarves advancing on top of a platter of roasted meat, singing in unison as they did so, on top of the platter of giant monsters …… with an oily exterior and a variety of roasted fruits surprisingly with three pairs of legs!

It was a giant crocodile, perhaps a swamp crocodile caught from the south side of the Sador Bridge, which the dwarves had somehow roasted to look almost like a large rumpled-back boar, and if it weren’t for the long muzzle and rows of fangs and the six legs that were the trademark of the Azeroth crocodile, Jace wouldn’t have been able to really tell what the hell it was. Following these was a fellow that surprised Jace.

A group of dwarves waddled forward carrying a rack that surprisingly held a lobster fatter and thicker than the crocodile from earlier!

The lobster looked like it was still uncooked, it smelled like fishy seaweed, and all the way through it was dripping with transparent blood, and there were a few dwarves following behind who kept using their fingers to Jian the mucus-like blood to suck it into their mouths, licking it while hemming and hawing.

It was only when he got closer that Jace could tell by its brain and its knobby double chelicerae that this was not a mere lobster, but a lobsterman.

Sintran is by the sea, and even though the sea is far to the east and very close to troll territory, and there are trolls wandering around from time to time, it doesn’t mean that the Barbarian Hammer Dwarves never dare to go near that part of the world.

Is that where this lobsterman was caught?

After these two monsters, the sausages thicker than Jace’s head, the roasted seat wolves with teeth longer than swords, the black bread bigger than a dwarf sprinkled with dried fruit and whatnot with a surface full of crunchy cracks and a strong sour smell, that followed behind, no longer gave Jace any surprise.

“What are you guys baking all this food with ……” he couldn’t help but ask.

“You can get any kind of roast if you dig deep enough.” Grider said.

“How deep have you dug ……” Jace’s tone had gotten a little worried.

“Ah, I see what you’re implying Jace, it’s certainly not as deep as the Black Iron Clan!” Grid shook his index finger and said, “And there’s only one Inferno King in the world, and he’s already been dug up by Sorenson, so we sure as hell can’t dig up the Mark!”

Jace was slightly surprised that Grid still knew about Ragnaros, King of the Inferno.

When the Black Iron Dwarves went to the northern part of the Red Ridge Mountains to settle and establish a city to open up the mountains for mining, they accidentally discovered the ancient fire elementals that were sealed in this mountain.

As the allied forces of the other two clans arrived, they tried to summon this powerful elemental, only to awaken Ragnaros, the King of Flame, who had been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years and triggered a massive explosion that destroyed half of the Red Ridge Mountains.

However, the massive disaster that had permanently altered the landscape along the Cajun Modan and Red Ridge Mountains, while a tragedy for the vast majority of the species here, was a feat worthy of bragging rights for the Black Iron Ones.

It’s not surprising that the Black Iron Dwarves went around saying they had summoned the King of Flames afterward, leading the Dwarf world to know all about it.

In the banquet hall, even though there was still a steady stream of food being served up, much of it was already half eaten, and the tables were piled high with empty wine glasses, and some female dwarves full of disgust were kicking those already drunk dwarves while snatching the glasses from their hands and throwing them aside to pile them together, all the while not forgetting to find a glass of wine still available to have another swig for themselves as well.

Jace approached a long table and asked in a low voice, “Grid …… Are we late?”

“Isn’t that nice, coming in in the middle of something doesn’t attract too much attention.” Grid said there were two dwarves at the table hugging and singing, and the hug between these two didn’t even look like they were friends or anything like that, rather it looked like they were in the middle of a wrestling or sumo wrestling match, like they were trying hard to take each other down.

Wrestling at the same time, but also to sing can not go out of tune too much, once you forget the words stuck shell will be a mess of ridicule and ridicule coming from all directions.

It was a pity that Jace couldn’t understand what they were singing, otherwise he would have been able to experience the cultural flavor of the Barbarian Hammer Dwarves, and Grid could only explain the general meaning of the lyrics to him slightly from the side, but his bilingualism was certainly not at a level that would allow him to perform simultaneous translation, much less convey the unique flavor of the Dwarven language itself.

Grid took a bite out of the eye of an unknown animal from a soup tureen not far away, popping a mouth full of juice and pyring it onto the eyepatch, and he felt to unravel the piece of cloth and throw it to the side, squinting over his shoulder.

“When are you going to learn Dwarven, Jace?”

“I’ve only enrolled in the Dragon language class, Dwarven …… ” Jace scratched his head and said, “I haven’t touched it at all yet, I’d forgotten if there were any Dwarven classes at the Wizard’s Sanctuary, there should be at the university. “

“Dragon language.” Grid nodded and said, “Yeah, dragons have their own language, I almost forgot.”

“Would I look too out of place here?” Jace tried to ask.

“You mean in the middle of a group of dwarves who are already drunk, or soon will be?” Grid took a sip from the cup in front of him and said, “It doesn’t matter, I’m sure there have been dwarves …… about your height throughout history and, since you’ve already made it this far to the banquet, what difference does it make if you’re a dwarf or a human, as long as you have a mouth that can make a grunts, and know that you should nibble on the food on the table instead of someone else’s brains, you’re a qualified banquet guest.”

“Of course, there’s still one rule, don’t complain about the food not being good, or the wine not being good, or the cold here, or the heat there, don’t complain! A know-nothing retard is welcome at the Eagle’s Nest feast, but not a rambling annoyance.”

Jace nodded plausibly and turned his head to look at the table following a plate of animal organs, entrails, parts, and fruits he’d never seen before, cheese covered in weird specks, that he didn’t even recognize, and swallowed unnaturally.

It’s a little hard to keep him from complaining that the food isn’t …… good.

Anyway just shut up and eat.