Chapter 200

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Chapter 200: Feast

When they returned to the hall of Thunderfist, the feast had already begun, many dwarves had started eating.

These guys didn’t care about appetizers at all, some dwarves just came to drink. They kept drinking until they forgot they had drunk, only then driven by their hunger instincts did they finally grab something to eat.

Even though Dwarf Wildhammer is known to handle alcohol better than the Bronzebeard and Dark Iron clans, just by looking at the Thunderfist dwarves’ enthusiasm, he couldn’t imagine what Ironforge’s Feast of Winter Veil would be like.

Despite Dwarf Wildhammer not being as passionate and formal about the Feast of Winter Veil as during the time of the Three Hammers’ battle, they preferred feasting during this event to replenish their strength for the dangers of the upcoming year, rather than worshiping and honoring their elusive ancestors and bloodline.

Jesse and Greed were walking in the hall, accompanied by a group of dwarves carrying plates of roasted meat. They sang songs loudly as they walked, with the shiny plates topped with giant monsters made of various roasted fruits…some even had three legs!

This was a giant crocodile, perhaps caught from the swamps south of Thandol Span. The dwarves somehow roasted it, making it look like a humpbacked wild boar. If not for its long snout, rows of sharp teeth, and Azeroth crocodile’s characteristic six legs, Jesse would have had a hard time figuring out what it was. Following them was a guy who surprised Jesse.

A group of dwarves carried a rack with a wobbling, chubby lobster hanging on it, even bigger than the crocodile from earlier!

The lobster seemed undercooked, giving off a seaweed smell, dripping transparent blood all the way. A few dwarves behind kept dipping their fingers into the slimy blood-like liquid, sucking on it while giggling.

As they got closer, Jesse noticed from its shell and multiple jointed claws that it wasn’t just a lobster but a lobster person.

Hinterlands is by the sea, although the sea is far to the east and very close to troll territory, where trolls often roam. Still, Dwarf Wildhammer wasn’t afraid to venture near that area.

Was this lobster person captured from there?

After passing by the two monsters, following behind was a sausage thicker than Jesse’s head, a roasted Worg with teeth longer than a sword, its surface full of crispy cracks and emitting a strong sour smell, sprinkled with dried fruit, and a black bread bigger than a dwarf. It didn’t surprise Jesse anymore.

"What did you use to roast these foods?" he couldn’t help but ask.

"As long as you dig deep enough, you can use any method to cook," Greed said.

"How deep did you dig?" Jesse’s tone was starting to worry.

"Ah, I know what you’re implying, Jesse, definitely not as deep as the Dark Iron Tribe!" Greed shook his index finger, "And there is only one Firelord in the world, he has already been dug out by Thaurissan, so we definitely can’t dig that far!"

Jesse was slightly surprised that Greed knew about Firelord Ragnaros.

When the Dark Iron Dwarves settled in the northern part of Redridge to build a city and mine, they accidentally discovered the ancient fire elemental sealed in the mountain.

As the combined forces of the other two tribes arrived, they attempted to summon this powerful elemental, but instead awakened the Flame King Ragnaros who had been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years, causing a devastating explosion that destroyed half of Redridge.

However, this catastrophic event that permanently changed the landscape of Khaz Modan and Redridge, though a tragedy for most species in the area, was seen as a glorious achievement by the Dark Iron tribe.

The Dark Iron Dwarves later claimed that they summoned the Fire King, which didn’t surprise the dwarf world at all.

In the banquet hall, despite the continuous flow of food being served, many things were already half-eaten. The tables were littered with empty wine glasses. Some scornful female dwarves kicked the already drunken dwarves while taking away their wine glasses, piling them aside. They also made sure to find a glass with some wine left to drink.

Jesse approached a long table and quietly asked, "Greed… are we late?"

"It’s actually good, entering midway won’t attract too much attention," Greed said. There were two dwarves on the table hugging each other and singing, their embrace looking more like a wrestling match rather than a friendly gesture, as if trying to knock the other down.

Wrestling while singing without going off-key was a challenge. Forgetting the lyrics or missing a beat would invite all sorts of teasing and mockery from all directions.

Unfortunately, Jesse couldn’t understand what they were singing. Otherwise, he could have experienced a bit of Dwarf Wildhammer culture. Greed tried to briefly explain the gist of the lyrics to him, but his bilingual skills were not enough for simultaneous translation or to convey the unique taste of the Dwarven language itself.

Greed took a bite of an eye from some animal in a nearby soup pot, splattering juice all over his mouth and onto his eyepatch. He took off the cloth and looked over, raising one eyebrow.

"When do you plan to learn Dwarven language, Jesse?"

"I only signed up for Dragon language class, not Dwarven language…" Jesse scratched his head, saying, "I have no exposure to it at all. I even forgot if Wizard’s Sanctum offers Dwarven language courses. Maybe in college."

"Dragon language," Greed nodded and said, "Yes, dragons also have their own language, I almost forgot."

"Will I stand out too much here?" Jesse asked tentatively.

"Do you mean in the midst of a group of dwarves who are either drunk or about to be?" Greed took a sip from the cup in front of him and said, "No worries, I believe there must have been dwarves in history who were about your height… And since you are already here, at the banquet, what’s the difference if you are a dwarf or a human, as long as you have a mouth to speak and know to eat the food on the table instead of someone’s skull, you are a qualified banquet guest."

"Of course, there is one rule though, do not complain about the food being bad, the wine being unenjoyable, or it being cold here and hot there, no complaints! The banquet at Aerie Peak welcomes someone clueless like a simpleton, but not someone who is annoyingly chatty."

Jesse nodded in confusion, looked at a plate after another on the table consisting of animal organs, intestines, components he didn’t recognize, fruits he had never seen, cheeses with strange spots, and swallowed nervously.

This made him refrain from complaining about the food being bad… a bit challenging, huh.

Just shut up and eat, alright?