Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 912 - 597: Frenzied Feast

The entirety of Black Stone City, along with its surroundings, has now entered a state of festivity.

Compared to the Yanor Kingdom, the overall atmosphere of the Warrior Country tends to be serious. The behavior and demeanor of the people here usually give off a rather stiff impression, unlike the relaxed nature of their neighbors.

But perhaps it is precisely because of the everyday seriousness that when they have the chance to unwind during festivities and banquets, people here relax even more thoroughly than those in Yanor Kingdom.

As the saying goes, civilization is inseparable from barbarism.

"Yoohoo, drink up, drink up!"

"It's awesome, today was a thrill!"

"To Latan, to the Battle Festival, and to you, warriors!"

Faced with cups of fine wine from the reveling crowd, Fanen found himself at a loss, but in the end, he was pushed and shoved into joining the group in drinking.

This kind of urging to drink happened in every corner of the city. Any warrior who showed their face at the Battle Festival, once recognized by the people, was bound to receive fiery enthusiastic drinks.

The banquet of the Warrior Country can be summed up in one word—drink.

Even drinking and eating in Yanor Kingdom skips a step!

Rather than calling it a banquet, it's more like an impromptu wine festival sparked by people's sudden enthusiasm.

And when it comes to drinking, once it reaches a certain level, chaos is sure to follow.

Apart from the common drunken scenes of dancing with dogs, stripping equipment on the street, and confiding in lampposts.

Someone, in high spirits, gathered a group of Divine Men to start role-playing, reenacting famous scenes from the Battle Festival moments ago.

When a Birdman flapped his wings to mimic Latan descending from the sky only to dive headfirst into an opened well, the surrounding cups erupted in laughter, spilling liquor everywhere.

The theme of this banquet was already very clear. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

It was to celebrate the thrilling battles brought to the audience by the legion, adventurers, and others at the Battle Festival!

With these things involved, the banquet was far from being just a simple meal or drink.

Because those who participated in the Battle Festival were the traditionalists of the Warrior Country.

The Battle Festival exhibited the fighter spirit that the traditionalists loved most.

The first to propose hosting the banquet were also supporters of the traditionalists.

And following the festival event, countless people among the crowd were converted into supporters of the traditionalists...

"Although in the end, we couldn't complete the festival, we achieved the best outcome we could. To make a Demigod show fatigue with mortal power, I feel honored for this!"

Temude was lifted to the highest point within the city by the crowd, delivering an impassioned speech in a voice still tinged with Dragon accent.

"Here and now, I am not a Prince, just a warrior! I offer my sincerest praise to all warriors who participated in the festival today. Fighting alongside you is also my honor!"

He seemed to be the most enjoyed and over-the-top person in this banquet, holding four or five cups filled with wine in each hand, yet not spilling a drop despite his exuberant speech.

"Today's battle was also our last stand, us old relics who uphold tradition present to everyone!"

"Enjoy the banquet, everyone, just enjoy yourselves now!"

The exhilarated Temude began to lose coherence in his speech, opening wide his mouth to pour in the wine from over ten cups he held aloft, triggering cheers from the crowd.

His mood was already quite jubilant.

His and his warriors' performance at the Battle Festival was excellent, full of fighter spirit, making it impossible to replicate that spirit and momentum again in another battle; it was a one-of-a-kind state one could only hope to encounter.

"Such a battle makes for a last stand without regret." Under the onslaught of the liquor, he uttered in an indistinct voice.

Tomorrow marks the opening ceremony of the War Festival in the Imperial Capital. After the opening, a series of traditional performances and priestly acts will take place, leading to the competition at dusk where fighters vie for the crown.

The competition will continue until no new fighters ascend the stage, and the ultimate winner can claim the glory.

If Temude and his people set out for the Imperial Capital now, they'd just make it in time for the War Festival, and could potentially fight on stage by late night, with time still to spare.

But now, he doesn't want to go anymore.

After the recent events, he has finally come to terms with it; even if the traditionalists win the championship at the War Festival, it wouldn't directly reverse the domestic situation, and the newborn will remain as they are, and Magic will continue to be prevalent.

The decline of traditional warriors, as required by the War God's blessing, is inevitable.

However!

The spirit, or rather the momentum, demeanor, and passion of the warriors, will definitely not end with the changing times!

The people before him, lifting the warriors high, rejoicing and headily drinking in celebration of the Battle Festival, are the best proof!

No matter how numb a person usually is, after witnessing that battle, it's impossible for their spirits to remain dead; the Battle Festival ignited a flame in their hearts, and this moment, Black Stone City vibrating with cheers, made Temude understand thoroughly—not only warriors have the warrior spirit, but only those with such spirit can be called warriors!