680. Celebration Banquet

In the central square of the Fungal Fortress, beneath the enormous statue of Puji stepping on a dragon horn, tables laden with fine food and wine stretched together in one long spread.

Fat from whole roasted insects dripped onto the coals with a sizzling hiss, and the aroma mingled with the scent of Mushroom Wine, filling the entire square.

The dwarves drank shoulder to shoulder with the Fungal Fortress Soldiers, stripped to the waist. Wooden mugs clacked together, and no one bothered wiping the foam splashed onto their beards.

Someone struck up an accordion, and a few drunken dwarves began dancing to the tune, even dragging the Puji serving dishes beside them into it.

Baduo even saw a drunk dwarf stumble away from the square with a Half-Demon Fungal Citizen who clearly had Succubus blood.

He sincerely hoped that fellow would still be able to straighten his back tomorrow. After all, they were supposed to leave after today.

"Baduo! Baduo! Look, quick!"

A noisy shout came from behind him.

Baduo turned around and saw the dwarf who had once fought side by side with him in a desperate battle against Eugene. The man had nearly died on the spot after Eugene drained his blood with a single strike. Normally, an injury like that would have kept him bedridden for half a month.

But the Fungal Fortress's medical skills were truly impressive. It was only the third day, and he could already sing and dance again.

At that moment, symbiotic mycelium had grown along the dwarf's arm, and two Puji followed at his side.

When he took a step forward, the Puji hopped forward. When he raised his hand, the Puji raised their tentacles. When he twisted his waist, the Puji spun along with him, their rhythm perfectly synchronized.

"Heh heh