At a long table in the front row, Jane Foster was sitting alone on a carved high-backed chair.
Surrounded by Asgard macho men nearly two meters tall, with broad waists and broad shoulders, and fully armed female warriors, Jane was wearing an out-of-place Midgard uniform, holding a silver cup bigger than her fist in her hand. She looked reserved and embarrassed, and her toes were digging out of the entire room under her shoes.
Seeing Thor and Lucian walking over, Jane's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Thor!" Jane quickly stood up.
"Sit down, Jane, don't be restrained!" Thor carelessly pulled out the chair and sat down, patting the empty seat next to him, "There are no enemies tonight, only eating meat and drinking!"
Lucian also sat down on the other side of the long table.
Woo--!
The low and long horn sound suddenly echoed above the empty hall.
The first horn sounded, and the noisy discussions around him suddenly stopped.
Then came the second and third sounds!
Three thunderous horns overwhelmed all the movement in the hall, and the musicians who were still playing and singing immediately stopped playing their instruments.
The hall fell into absolute silence, with only the crackling of firewood in the giant brazier.
All the Asgardian Warriorss in the audience stood up uniformly, clenched their right fists, and hammered their chests hard, making a neat and dull sound.
"Welcome All-Father! Welcome Queen of the Gods!"
At the end of the marble stairs above the high platform, two majestic figures walked out slowly.
All-Father Odin replaced his heavy battle armor and wore a dark burgundy royal banquet suit. His pale beard was woven with fine golden threads. He held Gungnir in his hand, which represented the authority of the God King, and the look in his one eye was as deep as the sea.
Beside him, Queen Frigga looked graceful and graceful, her light blue floor-length skirt dotted with fine Stardust stones.
Lucian squinted his eyes, silently making an assessment in his mind.
The old Odin still possesses unfathomable terrifying power. The pressure of the god king that he naturally exudes is even heavier than the rampaging Malekith. Although this old lion is approaching the end of his life, if he really wants to go crazy, he can still turn Nine Realms upside down.
Odin walked to the throne at the top, and Frigga sat down on the side seat beside him gracefully.
The God King pinned Gungnir on the stone brick with one hand.
Boom!
The crisp sound spread to every corner.
"Asgard's people."
Odin's voice is not high-pitched, but it contains a huge tremor that goes straight to the soul, as if whispering in everyone's ear:
"Five thousand years ago, Bor Father God drove Dark Elves into the abyss and sealed Aether in the darkness of Eternity. Today, these ghosts tried to break the order of Nine Realms, but what they ushered in was complete destruction!"
The soldiers in the palace let out deafening war cries, and the sound of swords hitting shields resounded through the sky.
Odin raised his hand, and the battle cry immediately subsided.
The one-eyed king's gaze passed through the long steps and finally landed on Lucian's face, with a hint of approval on his old face.
"Today, we not only celebrate the peace of Asgard, but also use this feast to welcome the warrior from Midgard - Lucian!"
Odin's voice echoed in the hall, "It was he who protected the queen's safety and defeated the vanguard of darkness. Asgard will always remember a true friend!"
After the words fell, the attendant respectfully brought a huge wine glass made from the horn of a giant beast, which was filled with golden liquid.
Odin raised the horn wine glass in his hand and looked around the audience:
"The first cup, here's to Asgard!"
"Here's to Asgard!" All the soldiers in the audience responded loudly and raised their glasses to drink.
"The second cup is a tribute to the heroes who died in battle!"
"Honor the heroes!"
"Third cup, here's to Nine Realms's peace and our allies!"
Odin raised his head and drank the drink in one gulp, then waved his rough hand. "Have a party, warriors! For victory!"
The music suddenly started playing again, the rhythm was cheerful and wild.
The original solemn atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and the hall turned into a sea of noise again.
Groups of graceful maids shuttled between the long tables, carrying huge silver platters.
The whole leg of the alien beast, which was roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, exuded a rich aroma of oil. The plate was piled with luminous fresh fruits from Vanaheim, and barrels of freshly opened mead were brought up like running water.
"Haha! Come on!"
Thor directly picked up a whole jar of mead with one hand and slammed it on the long table in front of Lucian, causing a few drops of golden wine to splash out.
"Lucian, don't say I didn't remind you, Asgard's wine is not like the sparkling drinks mixed with water like those of Midgard! Whoever falls first tonight will have to call the other person big brother!"
Volstagg, who was biting a large piece of barbecue next to him, immediately started shouting, "Thor, don't bully Sorcerers! Lucian, if you can't hold it anymore, just blink, and I'll drink half of it for you, Lao Wo!"
"Come on, Volstagg, you just want to take this opportunity to get in trouble!" Fandral exposed him mercilessly, causing both Sif and Hogun to burst into laughter.
Jane sat next to her, looking at Thor's eagerness to try, she also relaxed, pursed her lips and smiled, "Lucian, be careful, Thor drinking beer on earth is just like drinking water."
"Really?"
Lucian raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the heavy silver wine glass in front of him, and touched the wine jar in Thor's hand.
"Then try it."
Lucian raised his head and poured the golden mead in the cup down his throat in one breath.
The wine is extremely sweet in the mouth, and the moment it slides down the esophagus, it suddenly explodes in the stomach like a gentle flame!
An extremely pure, weak but extremely high-level energy turned into countless small warm currents, quickly spreading along the stomach wall to all the limbs and bones of the body.
There's... something about this wine.
Lucian's eyes flashed with a strange color.
He could clearly feel that when his cells came into contact with this warm current, he actually felt an extremely weak sense of comfort.
If an ordinary person drinks this stuff, the old wounds and hidden skeletal problems in the body may be completely repaired by this trace amount of Asgard energy, and it may even enhance lifespan and physical strength.
No wonder Asgard's group of big-headed soldiers are as energetic as animals.
Being soaked in this kind of high-energy drink and the flesh and blood of Warcraft every day, it's hard not to have a strong foundation.
"How's it going? Come on!"
Thor wiped the wine foam from his beard and laughed triumphantly, "This is Golden Apple Mead that has been stored in the cellar for thousands of years! Normally, even Loki and I would have to be scolded by our father if we wanted to take a sip secretly. It was for today's celebration party that Frigga's mother specially approved and opened twenty barrels!"
Jane opposite looked at the two drinking happily, and curiously picked up her small cup and took a sip of half the cup.
As a result, within two seconds of swallowing, Jane's fair cheeks suddenly turned red, as if she had been smeared with the most intense rouge.
She leaned back on the chair in a daze, and her eyes began to wander. "Oh my god... this wine... why is it so powerful? I feel like the ceiling is spinning..."
"Haha, a mortal's body cannot withstand such a drink." Fandral laughed and handed a cool blue fruit to Jian, "Eat the fruit quickly and squeeze it."
Lucian put down the empty wine glass, his expression as usual.
As soon as the alcohol level rose, it was instantly assimilated and decomposed by Super Physique, who reached LV8, without leaving even the slightest feeling of dizziness.
He looked at Thor and smiled lightly, "It tastes good, but it's just not strong enough. Come again?"