In the meeting hall of the Steel Leaf Tribe, the long table made of logs was filled with hearty food, fresh fish soup stewed with mushrooms, golden and crispy barbecue, and various fresh fruits were placed on the long table, almost filling the entire table.

Sitting around the long table, the Steel Leaf Tribe was called by Geralt to accompany the people of the Frost Wolf Tribe and were having a happy conversation. The strong wine brought by the Frost Wolf Tribe was poured into wooden cups. The hot wine burned everyone's taste buds, making their emotions even more excited.

A person from the Frost Wolf Tribe picked up a leather bag containing the spirits and poured the spirits in the bag into his mouth. He looked at the people around him with a generous look. Many people knocked on the long table with the wooden cups in their hands, making a sound, as if they were cheering him on.

Until a bag of strong wine was finished, looking at the people from the Frost Wolf Tribe whose face was flushed, both the people from the Frost Wolf Tribe and the people from the Steel Leaf Tribe immediately cheered for him.

Eating delicious food, rosy wine, chatting and laughing happily with the people around you. Everyone seemed to be affected by this warm atmosphere. Whether it was the people of the Steel Leaf Tribe or the Frost Wolf Tribe, they were enjoying the banquet. If someone could play a song at this time, the atmosphere would probably be even more lively.

However, at such a passionate banquet, Geralt and Regul, who were sitting in the main seat, were still talking in a low voice. Although there were also strong wine in front of them, they did not drink a lot and did not seem to want to get drunk.

"Old friend, I really didn't expect you to get a body of steel. This is really enviable." Regul picked up the wine glass carved from wood. Although he wanted to pour it into his mouth like others, the wine from the Frost Wolf Tribe is famous for being strong. He could not get drunk today, so he could only drink it in small sips. Therefore, the atmosphere between him and Geralt was not as enthusiastic as others.

After cutting a piece of barbecue with a knife inserted into the barbecue, stuffing it into your mouth, and drinking a sip of wine to moisten your throat, Geralt responded to Regoul's words: "What's there to envy? Isn't your Frost Wolf Tribe also transformed? With your Regoul's ability, I guess you must be one step away from awakening?"

"But this step is a natural barrier. Without the gift of the gods, I would never take this step even if I worked hard for the rest of my life." Reguer couldn't help but complain. His emotions were still affected by the strong wine and became a little excited: "Since the gods of the nine tribes were silent, the legendary warriors of the human tribe have become a legend over the past few hundred years. In addition to you awakening the body of steel, have you heard of anyone who has broken through this step in the past few hundred years?

We have no frost wolf, your aunt's rushing flow, and there are no sharp teeth, elixir, flying spirit, and Gelon, and they don't even have gray mane, not to mention gray mane. They don't even have the warriors to this point! Even the group of silly black feathers, except for the prophet who doesn't know the truth and falsehood, is said to have lived from hundreds of years ago to the present, no one has taken this step!

Old friend, Geralt! I really envy you. Do you know how long I have been stuck at this step? I dreamed of getting the Godly grace of Logosh and turning into the son of the white wolf, but God will no longer respond to us, they are dead!"

"The gods are not dead yet, they are just in silence, but if we don't find a way to awaken them, they may really die." Looking at his old friend's resentful look, Geralt couldn't help but tell Regour the real situation of the nine gods of the human tribe.

"God is not dead?! How do you know Geralt? No, your Steel Leaf Tribe has awakened God again, so you know! I know that the ancestors are above, and finally can resurrect Luo Gosh!" Reguer stood up excitedly when he heard Geralt's words, almost overturned the chair. After reacting, he slowly sat down with such an expression on his face, which attracted the eyes of the people in the Frost Wolf Tribe.

Seeing that everyone suddenly looked at him, Regul hurriedly laughed at everyone and raised his wine glass and said loudly: "Let's toast to the friendship between the Frost Wolf Tribe and the Steel Leaf Tribe!" As he said that, he poured the liquor from his wine glass into his mouth.

Regul's generous appearance immediately attracted a burst of praise. Everyone at the long table beat the wine glass or applauded to cheer him. Many people even raised the wine glasses and drank them all, and the atmosphere at the long table suddenly became warmer again.

Seeing that he had escaped everyone's gaze, Regoul sat down and continued his conversation with Geralt.

"Your reaction is still so fast. I still remember when we secretly went to the old patriarch's house of your Frost Wolf Tribe and wanted to ride his wolf and was caught, you reacted instantly and made up an excuse to fool him. It has been more than twenty years in the blink of an eye." Geralt sighed, remembering the ridiculous things he and Regul had committed when he was young, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Tell me, is the leader of your Frost Wolf Tribe still Old Galada? He is almost ninety years old, right?"

"Yes, Old Galada is ninety-two years old this year, but he is no longer the patriarch. He said he is too old, so he gave up the position of patriarch to Nadal. Now he is the leader of the Frost Wolf Tribe." After sitting down, Regul's expression on his face was a little embarrassed, as if he was concerned about his ruthlessness just now: "Sorry, I've lost my compulsion, but old friend, what you said is so amazing."

"I understand. When I first heard this news, I was even more shocked than you." Geralt smiled at Regoul, not caring about this kind of thing.

"I'm afraid no one in the nine human tribes would be excited to hear this news. Oh, the bad species of Gray Mane are not good. They always give me a sense of darkness, as if planning something, which is even more annoying than the group of divine guys in Black Feather." Regoul seemed to hate the people of the Gray Mane tribe very much. Without mentioning them, he shook his head and asked Geralt directly: "Okay, old friend, for the sake of hundreds of years of friendship between the Frost Wolf Tribe and the Steel Leaf Tribe, tell me how to reawaken our gods!"

"It goes without saying that it is so serious. This is no secret. The gods are silent because they lack faith. They want to awaken a god and a grand sacrifice." Geralt did not hide this from Regul, and this is not something worth hiding. Besides, what the entire Steel Leaf Tribe has seen, and it cannot be concealed.

"How to sacrifice to the gods? Is there anything you need to prepare?" Regul grabbed Abel's arm with an excited look on his face.
Chapter completed!