According to ancient etiquette, the host would provide food for the guests and promise not to harm him. The guests would also vow not to pull out their weapons in the hall after receiving the food. This is the ancient law of the old night, and no one can violate it, otherwise there will be curses. Rude grunts came from all around, and the soldiers whispered and seemed to be very angry at Salomon's rejection. Some weapons-holding warriors squeezed through the fured crowd and aging human servants standing behind Salomon, as if waiting for the orders of the king on the platform. The ghost creatures living in the shadows on both sides of the hall whispered eagerly and made incredible whispers.

"You refuse to give you the meat!" A warrior holding a giant axe was closest to Salomon. He approached the secret wizard until Salomon could smell the rotten blood odor in his hair and animal fur. The warrior's throat let out a low roar, revealing non-human fangs, and was covered with the wolf's skin of the wild wolf that Salomon had seen before. "Are you insulting us, the king of humans? Are you following me here, and now you look down on our meat?"

Instead of looking at him, Salomon looked around with his anger. At this moment, he was sure that these warriors were not humans, and whether their souls or the projections reflected by the fire were twisted into some evil creature with a long sniff. "I have been treated with thoughtfulness. Your king has provided me with shelter and warmth. How can I ask for more?" He sorted out his emotions and said in a polite tone. "This is a meat food that can make the warriors stronger. I am just a foreigner. How can I take away this delicious delicacy?"

"Then drink!" said the warrior viciously, "If you refuse honey, it is an insult to our hospitality etiquette."

He called an aging and weak human slave. The slave dragged a huge wine glass pounded with lead with all his strength. The wine glass was grinded with some gold and gems as decoration. Even so, it could not cover up the poor workmanship of the wine glass. The warrior placed the wine glass full of dark liquid as night and almost overflowing, and raised his eyebrows maliciously. Even though the warrior was rude, the liquid in the wine glass was still motionless. When Salomon reached out to get it, he found that the wine glass was so heavy that he had to stretch out his hands to hold it up.

Salomon looked at the warrior and then held the cup to his mouth and drank with a big mouthful.

The thick honey wine as thick as the night was extremely cold, but it almost ignited him when it entered his mouth. The sour liquid that was constantly boiling with thick smoke came into his nose. Salomon closed his eyes, which were flushed with smoke, and endured the pain in his throat and lips and kept drinking. He didn't know how much he had drunk or how long it took, until he put down the wine glass and the liquid level dropped less than a finger.

"You actually let the liquid level drop." The warrior showed his fangs in surprise, "You actually drank so much!"

"Good wine." Salomon burped and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Then keep going!" the warrior roared.

"Sorry, I'm full, thank you for your generosity."

"You are insulting me!" The warrior rushed towards Salomon and waved the giant axe in his hand. Salomon immediately stood up from the chair, dodged the sharp blade that split the bench, and then turned around and smashed his fist to the warrior's ear. With just one blow, the warrior with an inhuman physique smashed the long table, pushing the plate with meat and bones to the ground. The ghost in the dark cheered and pounced on the shredded meat on the bones. Until the warrior stood up dizzyly, he still maintained an incredible expression. The warrior shook his head angrily and roared again and rushed up.

"Enough, Frech!" The king roared, "No matter how much you like him or not, this human king is our guest. He politely refused to eat meat but drank enough honey. He obeyed the rituals of the fireside. No one could hurt him, otherwise he would be expelled from the hall." Frech lowered his head, then exposed his throat, and expressed his surrender to the king, as did the other warriors in the hall. The king handed the spear to the priest with antlers and leaned over to look at Salomon below, "Since our guests are strong and able to drink our honey, is he interested in accepting another challenge?"

"Of course, you have to find some fun in the long night." As soon as this was said, the soldiers at the long table cheered loudly. The soldiers holding the wine glass used their long table as drums and the wine glass as hammers. The soldiers without the wine glass used their fists. "In order to understand something, I don't mind participating in the challenge."

"You have given me some interest, the non-human king of humanity." The king said with great interest, "Since you want to seek my wisdom, I will give you three challenges. If you fail to drink all the honey, the first challenge has failed, and there are two other things waiting for you. For fairness, as long as you successfully complete one I will agree to your wish. If you fail all of it, you must stay here to serve me forever. The living cannot stay in Valhalla, so you must give up your life. Since you can knock Hermod over with one punch, it means you can join my undead hunting group to fight for me."

"Yes, we've reached a deal." Salomon straightened his back. "If I win the challenge, you have to tell me why I'm here."

"Then, the second challenge!" The soldiers knocked on the long table more and more urgently. "Next, test the strength, the human king. Have you seen the beast before the throne? You have to let him move, no matter what method you use. How about, are you accepting this challenge?"

Salomon walked towards the giant wolf that was still sleeping beside the fire. He knew that the wolf was a loyal pet and helper of the king, and no one could order it at all. Therefore, he did not waste his mouth and order it in this giant wave ear as high as the roof of a long house. Instead, he directly hugged the giant wolf's belly with his hands. The giant wolf's fur was soft and the warm fur wrapped around Salomon's frostbitten arms, but he could not raise the giant wolf over his head.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Did you give up?" asked the king.

"Not yet, I haven't even started yet!" Salomon said, "You allow me to use any method, don't you?"

"I suggest you try it with your paws." The king said with interest, "If you can't move it, at least you have to move its paws!" His humor made the warriors laugh. "I want you to move it, not to just pick up one paw. Every warrior here can throw this wolf on the roof. If you can't even do this, how can you stay here and join the hunting group to fight for me?"

Salomon took a deep breath, bent down and held the wolf's legs with both hands, and then began to force. His back was tight and his face turned red. The blood vessels on his arms exploded due to excessive force. The overlapping knuckles turned white, and a lot of sweat slid from his forehead. The yellow granite floor near the platform made a shattering sound at his feet. Salomon let out a roar, and then the giant wolf's claws slowly lifted up at a speed that was almost impossible to detect with his naked eyes. Finally, the whole wolf's claws left the ground. A loud noise from a distance came from the horizon, as if huge rocks were rubbing against each other, and the mountain complained because of the pain. This movement made the soldiers in the hall whisper uneasy.

Salomon panted down his wolf's claws and made a earth-shaking noise.

"Ha! Well done, the non-human king, but you failed!" The king nodded in admiration, "There is another challenge. If you fail again, as a living, you must give up your life and join us and join the hunting group of the undead. Are you ready to accept the last challenge?"

Salomon stood up staggeringly. "Accept."

"I won't bully you. Give him a glass of honey to restore his strength."

The king waved his hand, and a servant immediately brought the horn cup. Salomon took the wine glass and drank it. The cool honey wine gradually cooled down his hot body. Even at a disadvantage, he still stared at the dark corridor on both sides of the hall with his vigilant eyes. "The third challenge is very simple." With the king's order, an old woman limped out from the middle of the slave and stopped in front of Salomon, lifting her turbid eyes with cataracts and looking at the face of the secret mage. She looked shriveled and wrinkled, as if a breeze could blow her away. The fine and dry hair on her head made it difficult to judge her age.
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