As Azshara helped Deren toward the tent, a powerful arm suddenly grabbed him midway.
"Don't touch him!" the owner of the hand snapped at Azshara. Yet she herself was already beginning to sway weakly.
"Hehe, you can barely suppress the effects of the alcohol yourself, yet you're still trying to act tough here." Azshara chuckled softly. "Fine, I wouldn't dare face the Black Dragon's wrath alone either. Having one more person is good." Azshara was quite strong herself, and having only taken one sip of the drink earlier, she easily dragged both of them into the tent.
Just as Azshara was about to enjoy her feast, her vision blurred, and the Moonlit War God appeared before her. She said nothing, merely stared straight at her.
Azshara jumped, thinking her scheme had been discovered. But Elaseth did not cry out for anyone. Instead, she turned to look at Deren. Without a word, she had said everything.
Azshara asked tentatively, "You want some too? What is this supposed to be? But we need to be quick. That Black Dragon will notice soon. Get on board first; we'll worry about paying the fare later."
As she spoke, she tossed the two people she had brought in onto the bedding and began helping herself to the buffet.
The Moonlit War God gritted her teeth and silently repeated, For the Goddess, several times before finally accepting what was about to happen. She first took the initiative to help the silver-haired woman beside Deren get ready, then went up herself to complete the task.
Outside, the clamor continued, with countless people cheering and clapping. The Black Dragon's drinking capacity was not so easily overcome. After she drained an entire jar, the onlookers erupted in praise and applause. Several of the Vrykul bigshots on the other side