New Year's Gifts: An Adventure (3)

"Langston, Langston, hey, old Langston, hurry up and bring the wine. A diminutive dwarf sat in front of the bar with pigs and whistles, their own shrill voice still standing out in the noisy inn, "You damn old **, did you say you ran out of wine last night?

"Shut up, you little bolt. When your Uncle Rhys was out fighting, you guy was still hiding among your worn-out Nomori Roots and picking at pieces of iron. So don't talk to me in that tone unless you want to try my fist again-" Langston slammed a large bundle of Ford Special Cuvée in front of the gnome, the liquor in the glass splashed out, and the foam with a strong smell of alcohol almost took over the dwarf's entire face, "Oh, I'm sorry, you little was only knocked down by me once in the past two days, and it must not be good to uncover your scars now." With that, Langston laughed loudly, and so did the drinkers around him, and even a dwarf not far away made it appear that he had fainted after being struck, which made the laughter in the inn even louder.

"Hey, we said we were going to use our fists!" the little dwarf protested loudly with his glass, his arms waving around, and half of the wine in the glass had been spilled before he could start drinking, "but you have hidden an iron pot in the waistband of your trousers! You are insulting the most glorious order of dueling, you are defiling the oldest tradition of this country, you are ......"

"Well, is it? How can I remember that it was the most normal of brawls?" Lonston tore off his apron and wiped the wine on the bar in front of him, and then threw it at his feet without caring whether it had been wiped clean or not, and shouted at a dwarf who was drinking an ale alone at the other end of the bar, "Hey, Opiel, remember what happened two days ago?" You see, neither I nor this short guest seem to remember clearly, so could you please explain?"

"Tirios. The dwarf didn't even bother to turn his face away, but from the side, the dwarf in leather was now dressed in gray hair, and had combed a large beard into two braids, which were now covered in wine foam, just a common copper-bearded dwarf in Stormwind, but judging by the yawning iron-maned grizzly bear lying in the corner beside him, and the barrel of the gun that had been packed and strapped to the grizzly bear's body, it should have been a hunter. He put down the wine glass that he had already drunk, and then wiped the wine foam on his beard with his sleeve carelessly, and said, "If you are beaten down again today, I will report to the captain that we should find another fighter, not a little hairy child who will only call his mother after losing the fight." ”

"Hahahaha!" The hotel burst into laughter, and all the drinkers leaned back and fell back with laughter, and even some of the drinkers fell from their chairs to the floor because their movements were so exaggerated.

"You, you, you guys, show me today! I, Mar Tirios Bolt, as a glorious gnome warrior, am definitely not something to be ravaged by others!" the little dwarf blushed his cheeks, perhaps with half a glass of wine left, and poured them all into his throat in one gulp, and then jumped onto the bar with the smell of wine, pointed at Langston with the wine glass in his hand, and shouted, "Come on! You hateful black-hearted boss, let your dwarf uncle tell you what the art of fighting is!" As soon as the words fell, in this situation that could be said to be almost zero distance, the short dwarf launched a direct charge.

Well, but what do you say...... Unlike Tirios, who was already drunk and stubbornly drank the spirits, Langston, the innkeeper, had drunk a lot, but it was still not enough for him to make a mistake in his judgment, he just picked up the glass that the dwarf had thrown down, and watched him rush all the way from the center of the bar to the corner of the bar. As a warrior, Tirios' alcohol consumption was too much for his height, and the wine was not very good, and he was delirious enough to attack the Stormwind guards. Of course, after investigation, it was revealed that this thing was not actually trying to attack the guards of Stormwind, he just mistook the tall horse that the guard was riding for a kobold, as for why the original target of the attack was the other party's horse, but he knocked down the shield of another patrol soldier behind him...... Perhaps the figure running in slow motion not far away tells us everything.

"Boom!" "Wow, a!!!a Are you so afraid of confronting your bolt uncle head-on?Come out, weak worm, and I will communicate with me with the collision of fists and flesh!" "Plunged into a bucket on the far right of the bar, the dwarf who was still half of his body outside was still running, and at the same time, his still loud voice came through the barrel, and the voice was particularly dull - unexpectedly very joyful. On the wall of the barrel was a rough note with crooked words on it like the dwarf's pace, but that did not prevent the inhabitants of the inn from knowing what was written on it—the name of the dwarf.

"Oh, for the fifth, for the fifth! Come on, old Brom, you didn't guess right this time. The veteran Christopher Farrar said to the dwarven drinkers beside him, and in front of them, some scattered coins were placed there, "Honestly, ten coppers, hand them over quickly!"

"Well, hell, this damn dwarf, it's the fifth time this month! Even the words on the barrel were written by himself the second time, but he can't even remember the slightest?!!" Despite some complaints, the dwarf Edith Blom honestly took out ten copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table in front of him.

"Aha, old rules, old rules! Rhy, here, here's the money, bring the wine!" Clare shoved a small pile of money on the left in front of Langston, then turned and shouted, "Won, come here and get the money back!"

"Alright!" Langston accepted the money cheerfully, then turned his head and shouted, "David, David, hurry up, carry me another bucket of Bordeaux!

As for the dwarf who brought so much joy...... The sound of his fall made the hunter's pet subconsciously slap him, and then the grizzly bear leaned in and sniffed him, then pulled him out of the barrel, stopped the dwarf who couldn't tell if he had fallen asleep or was stunned by a slap, and continued to sleep in the corner. (PS: Well, it looks like it hasn't been updated for a long time...... Anyway,This is part of the New Year's gift.,I've been working on this thing all this time.,It's been more than ten chapters in the manuscript.,It was originally going to be sent at one time today.,But because a family is out of town now.,So the manuscript isn't on me.,These three chapters are the trial chapters that were originally sent to the group-well-well,It's a part.。 When I get home the day after tomorrow - the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the rest will be sent at once. ）