Bab 161: Upacara

Ah... I have not even found a wife in the real world yet, but here they are crying and begging to give their daughter to me. When it comes to playing games, there are hardly any players in the entire world as suave and dashing as me.

Besides, my in-game wife must be an absolute stunner. Just look at her mother, Abigail—she has the face, the figure, the smooth and delicate skin of a mature beauty; how bad could her daughter possibly be?

Hahaha...

"In order to make the Matriarch believe my words, I am willing to marry the Matriarch's daughter. May I ask which one is the Matriarch's daughter?"

Daliang glanced at the Shadow Matriarchs standing on both sides... I want them all.

Hearing that Daliang agreed to marry her daughter, Abigail believed him a bit more. That was an entire city, after all, which made Abigail somewhat excited. "My daughter is not here right now. Time is pressing, so the wedding will be held immediately. My tribe also needs a wedding to boost morale. Once the ceremony is concluded, you will see your wife, my daughter Monica, in your bridal chamber."

Oh, a pleasant surprise indeed.

A series of defeats had plunged the morale of the entire Dark Elf tribe to a very low point. When their Matriarch announced that the tribe was about to hold a wedding, the gloomy settlement finally felt a touch of festivity.

A giant bonfire was ignited, and the Shadow Priestesses danced around it to pray for blessings from the gods. The Shadow Matriarchs chanted spells in unison, infusing their magical power into the bonfire. The flames instantly expanded, and the bursting sparks formed a massive dragon's head in the sky.

A figure wrapped entirely in burlap was carried out of a room by the Blood Sisters and placed before Abigail.

Abigail took a small knife and shaved off a small lock of hair from the head of the wrapped person, then tied it into a bundle with the hair obtained from Daliang.

The Blood Sisters then carried the wrapped person to the front of the bonfire.

Abigail raised her right hand holding the hair, and the wrapped figure floated up under the influence of an invisible force, stopping right in front of the dragon's head.

"Malassa, Dragon of Darkness, Guardian of Deadly Mysteries. In this wedding, we invoke your will to bestow your blessings upon this subject of yours. Before you stands the bride of this wedding, whose name is Monica Abigail, also your most beloved virgin. Please use your divine power to guide us and reveal whether her husband is deceiving us..."

During the prayer, a ball of fire rose in Abigail's right hand, burning the hair knot into ashes.

The dragon's head formed by the sparks moved, sniffed Monica within the wrapping, and then spewed scorching dragon breath from its mouth...

Daliang waited anxiously in his bridal chamber. The war on the surface was developing unfavorably for the City of Shangjiang every single moment. The elven coalition advanced step by step, compressing Shangjiang's forces and forcing them into a continuous retreat.

The only good news for Daliang was that the human troops in Songjiang City had withstood the Dungeon's wave after wave of attacks.

The sudden death of Songjiang City's chief mage and a sudden massacre within the city made Marquis Steve, the Lord of Songjiang, realize that a terrifying creature was hiding in his city. Its speed was astonishing, its attack power was extremely high, and what truly terrified people was its bloodthirstiness. Wherever it passed, no living creature was spared. No one knew what it looked like because everyone who had seen it was already dead.

A creature capable of killing his chief mage struck deep dread into Steve. Having already secured victory and remembering Joshua's promise, Marquis Steve was unwilling to take unnecessary risks. He hid inside his castle, mobilizing heavy forces to protect himself. The soldiers outside had their own commander's bonuses, which were more than enough to achieve victory.

Advanced Leadership: Hero skill, Morale +3.

The Dungeon's Archangels, Golden Dragons, Julian, and Bartlett stopped fighting. While the soldiers of both sides were locked in a fierce stalemate on the surface, they tacitly chose not to participate in the war between low-tier soldiers, nor did they have any intention of deciding the outcome prematurely.

When both sides possessed ultimate strategic units and were evenly matched, they were extremely cautious in deploying them.

Better to make no achievements than to commit a blunder, because once losses were incurred among the ultimate units, it could easily cause irreversible changes on the surface battlefield.

The Dungeon held the advantage on the surface battlefield; they did not need to force a decisive victory through their ultimate units yet. The human army was still fighting tenaciously, and it was not yet the time for ultimate units to come to the rescue.

The fact that the battle in the Dungeon had not worsened finally allowed Daliang to feel a bit more at ease. Once he got through this bridal night... hehehe, this dark elf prince-consort could lead his troops to slaughter toward Songjiang City.

Hahaha... why hasn't my wife arrived yet? According to convention, shouldn't I be outside feasting the guests? The matriarchal Dark Elves are truly thoughtless in this regard. What if my in-game wife gets completely plastered? Then what mood would be left for the bridal chamber?

What on earth does my wife look like? Why is she as anxiety-inducing as a future wife?

Growing impatient from waiting, Daliang stepped out of his bridal chamber, which was a slightly decorated tent.

Standing on tiptoes and looking into the distance, he happened to see the dragon's head breathing fire onto a humanoid object wrapped in burlap.

The burlap burned in the flames, peeling away layer by layer, dropping off and turning into flying ash, slowly revealing a dark elf maiden.

She lay flat in mid-air with her eyes closed, until the burlap covering her body was completely burned away and drifted down, her long hair cascading, revealing her alluring, naked body under the illumination of the firelight.

The dragon's head stopped breathing fire and vanished as falling fireworks.

The entire Dark Elf tribe erupted into cheers, with everyone praising Malassa, the Dragon of Darkness, and Matriarch Abigail.

Wow, wow, wow... Could that possibly be my wife? I wouldn't get tired of a figure like that even if I played with it for a hundred years.

It's just that your Dark Elf values are really quite irritating.

Although in Dark Elf society, the status of males is extremely low, and female Dark Elves exposing their bodies in front of them is no different from exposing themselves in front of dogs—a high-taste habit of female Dark Elves that Daliang deeply appreciated—

When applied to his own wife... it just felt annoying.

While feeling jealous, Daliang vaguely saw the dark elf maiden, who was suspected to be his in-game wife, turn her head to look in his direction. Although he still couldn't make out her face, Daliang could feel a wave of sorrow washing over him, and were there perhaps traces of tears at the corners of her eyes?

Before Daliang could look closer, the dark elf maiden descended, and Abigail draped a blanket over her body.

"Hey, human. According to ritual rules, you are not allowed to step out of the bridal chamber."