Chapter 301: Shan Shan, the Bride_2

The Beamon warriors from the Cambridge Mixed Brigade had lost their pillar of strength and each one wore a somewhat wooden expression.

The Beamon warriors from the Turun Brigade had no idea how to face this situation; their faces were all a picture of bewilderment------------at a wedding banquet for an interracial marriage on the battlefield? Wasn't this a bit too fantastical?

As for the wounded soldiers from the "Whip of the War God" and the resident Witch Doctors, their expressions were not much different from those of the Beamon warriors from the Turun Brigade.

None of the Feilengcui relatives and friends could laugh and talk at ease because Gortani, Golinny, and Gomes still hadn't appeared; lights burned brightly inside their tents, yet all was silent.

The atmosphere of the entire banquet grew more and more oppressive as the thick night dew turned cold.

Two wild donkeys had been gutted by the Halfling chefs and were now hanging on a pole, opened and washed.