Warhammer Seal

Chapter 297

No matter how powerful he is, or the Hongmen Banquet, no one in the Lord of Fear will be afraid.

All the fear lords accepted Wende's invitation and rode their Cold One chariots to Wende's management area.

The reason for riding the Cold One chariot is of course to be quick, not only to be able to come to Wende quickly, but also to be able to return to his own army to take command immediately after any situation arises.

I have to say that the decoration here in Wende is quite clean, with a sense of cleanliness inside.

It is completely unclear what the purpose of this human being is, to become a fear lord without amassing wealth, indulgence, or arrogance.

Must be a dangerous person, absolutely cannot be put into full trust.

Be careful at all times, maybe there are Kane assassins hired by Wende, ready to catch them all. It is precisely because of this that all the fear lords did not remove their weapons when they entered the hall.

Wende has indeed tried to kill all the fear lords, but now, these warlords still have their own uses, and Malekith also needs manpower to command the army.

As hosts, Wende and Tipperchery were already standing in the center of the hall, welcoming all the dreadlords.

It's not time for dinner yet, so I need to try a drink first.

These wines are top-quality wines brought from Wende Territory, Essen City in Sylvania.

Neferita, such a vampire queen, of course also placed an eyeliner beside Wende all the way to Ulthuan.

When she heard that Wende needed to complete a political meeting, Neferita actually contacted her ex-husband, Vlad von Carstein, who immediately arranged everything.

The best wine came to Ulthuan through the portal. Thanks to the maelstrom being in a weak period, there was no problem with the teleportation magic this time.

These wines are excellent products recognized by Vlad. 90.00% of the wines on the market are garbage among garbage to Vlad. Things that can be liked by him must not be so cheap.

But as long as he helps Wende, he can help himself obtain the throne of the emperor of the empire. Such an investment is obviously very cost-effective.

The battle in the north that almost destroyed Kislev has already illustrated a situation. Wende was right, the Chaos Demon is coming.

Chaos is not destruction, but a ladder, and Vlad will go all out to support Wende in whatever he does until he completes the entire process of becoming emperor.

A large bucket of top-quality wine, Wende poured half a glass for each guest, and took the lead to take a sip, saying that there was no toxin.

Of course, Tipperchery also drank it directly. I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Wende's gourd for the time being. Forgive him for not having the guts to poison Malekith's colleagues when he was working hard.

All the fear lords drank wine one after another, and all the sorrow on their brows eased away in one sip.

This wine is also great, isn't it?
Isn't that bullshit?In Vlad's own words, the price of these superb wines is the same as the same volume of melted gold, drinking a sip is like drinking a mouthful of gold.

The price of wine in a wine glass is around five gold coins.

A bucket is [-] gold coins, and Flender is also bleeding a lot in helping Wende.

As for wine, as long as it appears, you can make friends. Although Wende doesn't like these habits very much, it's something he has to do.

And depending on the situation, it seems to be pretty good. After drinking a glass of fine wine, the distance between these fear lords and himself has been shortened a lot.

There were even bold female fear lords who walked directly to Wende's side, wrapped themselves around his body, and blew the wind in their ears.

The female fear lords present were annoyed that they didn't move fast enough, while the male fear lords felt it was a pity that Wende was just a unisexual.

"Everyone has one, one point."

Don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality. This truth doesn't need to be taught by others. Wende can't win over a Dreadlord alone. All Dreadlords need to establish a good relationship.

But while you don't want to offend anyone, it means you have offended everyone.

So there is another trick, the time is almost up, it's time to turn off the fire.

That's right, the backyard is cooking, and Wende also has excellent cooking skills. He can cook meals that increase attributes in a short period of time. In addition to improving attributes, they are also very delicious.

The table was soon filled with meals made by Wende himself, mainly because he was not used to the unappetizing things of the dark elves.

Facts have proved that the dark elves do not taste good because they have no taste buds, but because they have poor craftsmanship.

Every fear lord was full of praise for the food made by Wende, and the hostility was also put away a lot.

Well, this is actually a diplomatic strategy, known as courtesy before soldiers.

The dark elves are a group of bullying guys. It's easy to make them lose their hostility, but it's not easy to make these guys look at you.

They only admire the strong, and they need to show strong muscles to them.

Wende took off his shirt directly, and put the clothes on his body. That's right, he was showing off his muscles in the true sense.

After seeing such a muscular body, the female fear lords present couldn't help but licked their lips with their tongues, and rubbed their thighs against each other uncontrollably.

The male fear lords found a very scary situation. Wende had almost no scars on his body and was clean.

Either it's a guy who's been building muscle on the practice field, or he's never been injured on the field.

Obviously, the latter is more likely. How strong is this guy who can survive on the battlefield?
How powerful it is, this is exactly what Wende will do next.

"Guys, I don't have a performance where slaves fight, but we can compete with each other one-on-one. It's like eating a meal to eliminate food. Who will come?"

After all, one of the dreadlords, a male dark elf who had been unhappy with Wende since he entered the door, stood up.

"I want to try you, a human being. I have killed countless Norscans. I have never tried the Imperials."

Wende nodded in agreement, pointed to the open field next to him, and at the same time took the four swords thrown by Tippercherey.

The two blades are sharp, and the skin will bleed when it touches the skin.

Two of them were not sharpened, and it was like being hit by an iron rod when they were cut on the body.

"Choose, shall we fight with the blade? Or not?"

For Wende, it is best to choose the sharpened one, so that he can directly kill a fear lord and Liwei, and the people who die in the arena will not be responsible for themselves.

"It's just a discussion, I just had dinner."

The male dark elf fear lord didn't know if he saw Wende's plan and chose the latter. For the sake of so-called fairness, of course he took off his coat and armor, revealing his body full of scars.

The two looked at each other, weapons in hand.

The other fear lords outside the venue held their breath, no one knew how much that human was.

Wende slowly adjusted his breathing, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, because he had already won the victory.

"Duelist mode, dexterous dodge."

　Deduct 1 to watch the last stage of the dark elves' banquet, which is the stage after watching the slaves fight each other and the banquet is over.

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(End of this chapter)