Andrew cautiously asked, "Excuse me, what is Your Excellency's name?" ”

"Oh, what's my name?"

Long Aotian smashed his mouth, recalled for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "I remember, my name is Aotian Big Brother Wardgill Yingbang!" ”

"This ....."

Andrew pondered for a while, didn't understand the meaning of the name, and could only smile and politely say, "This is really a special name." ”

"Haha, it's really special."

Long Aotian laughed, hugged Andrew and didn't let go: "You are the first friend to appreciate my name!" My affection for you has deepened! ”

"Brother Aotian, your strength is really great."

Andrew wants to break free, but Long Aotian is also a high-level skeleton berserker player, how can his strength be something that a magician can break free?

Andrew was very helpless, so he could only be hugged by Long Aotian all the time, like a poor little girl who was hugged by a strong man.

"Of course, as a magician, it's important to keep fit!"

"Look at you, you're so thin, you must be lacking in exercise and don't have much nutrition!"

Long Aotian patted his chest and was arrogant: "In this way, I will be the east today!" Let's go to the Adventurer's Tavern for a good meal first! Big fish and big meat are on the table! Then go to the city of washing feet and corrupt it! ”

Andrew understood this time, Brother Aotian wanted to invite himself to dinner, he said euphemistically: "Brother Aotian, in fact, I was ordered by His Majesty the King this time to make peace with the city of the north......"

"Oops! There is no hurry to make peace! ”

Long Aotian interrupted Andrew's words, and his attitude was still so enthusiastic that it was hard to resist: "People are iron, rice is steel!" How can I not receive guests from afar? ”

"Eat first, play for a few days first, and talk about the matter of peace!"

Long Aotian didn't allow Andrew to refuse, so he took Andrew's hand and dragged him to the city: "I hit you off at first sight, we must have been brothers in our last life!" Let's go, let's go, whatever I say today is my treat, and no one is allowed to pay! ”

Brother Cong has said that he will delay as much time as possible, and Long Aotian naturally will not let Andrew talk about business so easily.

Do the right thing, our brother Long may not be good.

But for these things such as eating, drinking, and having fun, our brother Long thinks that he is the first, and no one in the whole service dares to admit the second.

Andrew could only smile awkwardly but politely, and then beckoned the envoys to follow and enter the city together.

Abel had a gloomy look on his face, and he had been watching Andrew talk and laugh with this handsome necromancer, which was not a good thing to look at.

How can you, as a member of the Lion Empire, have such an enthusiastic conversation with your enemies?

Although we are here to seek peace, the real purpose is not to seek peace!

Even though the temple and the magic academy have always had a bad relationship, we are all from the Lion Empire!

Whatever the reason, you can't accept the enemy's enthusiasm for you!

And Abel was a little suspicious, this arrogant big brother should be the first time to see the envoy group, the first time to meet Andrew Magician, why did he turn a blind eye to the entire envoy group, but he was so polite and warm to Andrew Magician?

A member of the clergy quietly approached: "Lord Bishop, looking at the appearance of this arrogant brother, he may have known Andrew Wizard for a long time. ”

"I've already used the water-based mirror magic scroll to quietly record the conversation between the two of them."

Able nodded without moving: "When you enter the city, find a time, put a lucky eagle to bring back the magic scroll, and tell His Majesty the King and the hall master the news." ”

"Let's just say, Andrew may have betrayed the Lion Empire!"

......

Long Aotian didn't know that his false enthusiasm for socializing made the NPCs misunderstand Andrew.

To be honest, Andrew was also a little overwhelmed.

He wanted to tell the people around him that he didn't actually know this necromancer, and that he didn't let go of his hand along the way.

"Brother An, are you tired? Why don't you go to the tavern? ”

"Oh, you're welcome, let's not go to the City Lord's Mansion, let's go to the tavern to pick up the wind and wash the dust first!"

"Come with me! Don't say anything, I'll arrange it today! Everyone's satisfaction guaranteed! ”

"When the time comes, I'll let the foot-washing city arrange a few beautiful girls, does Brother An like the gentle royal sister, or the soft and cute Lori? I think it's good to be a mature family, and the footwashing technique is also good! ”

This necromancer is so passionate!

This enthusiasm is simply unbearable!

"Boya! Boya! ”

As soon as he entered the tavern, Long Aotian shouted: "Wine! What about the dish! Come up for me! ”

Boya had already received the news, and as soon as Long Aotian entered the door, Boya said: "Brothers, serve the guests who have come from afar!" Serve me eight barrels of the best barley wine! ”

The corners of Andrew's eyes twitched, and he watched as several adventurers ran out carrying barrels taller than a person, a full eight barrels, and put them on the ground with a "bang".

The rich aroma of the wine never could be concealed, and it suddenly overflowed, filling the entire tavern, and the mere smell of it makes people's minds dizzy.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat.

What does that mean?

Drinking right after entering town?

Could it be that the necromancers of the cities of the North have this hobby?

Able frowned, he always felt that Boya was a little familiar, this man seemed to be someone wanted by the Temple of Light, but he couldn't remember it.

"Hey......

Boya smiled, leaned over to Long Aotian and whispered, "According to your orders, all of them are the best barley wine, and ordinary people can get drunk after drinking two glasses." ”

Long Aotian gave a thumbs up: "Not bad! I don't usually hurt you in vain. ”

"It's all thanks to Brother Aotian's guidance, otherwise I wouldn't be a believer in death now, and my wife and children wouldn't be able to enjoy the membership services of the cinema and the Children's Palace."

Boya was very modest: "I want to thank Brother Aotian. ”

"Let's get back to that."

Long Aotian grabbed Andrew, who wanted to escape, pressed him on the table, and waved his big hand: "Brothers, come out!" ”

"Whoa!"

A group of ready-to-use casual players and Aotian Club players changed into human skins and dressed as magicians, and poured into the Adventurer's Tavern.

Andrew was surprised: "These people ......"

There are so many necromancers in the city of the North?

Able hurriedly whispered to the people around him: "Quick, record it, this is intelligence news!" The exact number of necromancers in the northern city! ”

"These are my brothers!"

Long Aotian waved his hand: "Up!" Serve the messengers! If you don't get drunk, you can't go home! ”

"If you don't get drunk, you won't go home! If you don't get drunk, you can't go home! ”

The players shouted, roared, and rushed over.

One by one, the players follow the battlefield, each capturing a member of the emissary group.

It doesn't matter if you're a Templar or a member of the Clergy or a soldier of the Emissary Regiment, enter the Adventurer's Tavern, and don't even think about standing up and going out today!

This is destined to be a special battle like no other.

The wine field is the battlefield!

An Autian Club player flicked his sleeves, took off half of his magician's robe, picked up the barley wine, and shouted, "Come, brother! Drink! ”

A Templar waved his hand repeatedly, his face flushed with drunkenness: "No, no, can't drink!" ”

"You're still not a man, and you're like a when you drink!"

The player glared, became angry, and filled himself with wine: "The wine is here!" I'm done with this one! You are free, you can't finish drinking and you splash it in my face! ”

"I'm here today, in the rules of my hometown, drinking together is good friends, and deliberately not drinking is looking down on people! Look down on me, that's the enemy! The enemy is going to fight! If you can't die, keep fighting! ”

The Templar shuddered and glanced at the tavern, which was mostly filled with undead spirits and necromancers.

The entire tavern was chartered by the players, just to "receive" the NPC envoys of the Lion Empire.

Obviously, fighting in the enemy's lair is clearly a long life.

It's true that the Templars are believers in light, but they're also soldiers.

Andrew was still drinking, Abel was already drunk and unconscious, and the two bosses didn't say anything to fight, so what else could they do?

The Templar gritted his teeth and took a sip of barley wine.

A desire to vomit welled up from his stomach, and for the sake of etiquette, the Templar's face turned red and painful, his throat rolled, and he forcibly swallowed.

The player gasped and gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you're a man!" ”

For the first time, he felt that drinking alcohol was really painful.

But being praised from the heart of the enemy is also very refreshing!

Thinking of this, the Templar took the initiative to pour wine and shouted, "Drink!" ”

......

"No, I'm a monk, I can't drink! Knights can, I can! ”

"If you don't drink, you look down on me! You see that the bishops have all drunk, do you think that you are more noble than the bishops? ”

"This ......."

"Haven't you heard? The wine and meat have been in the sausage, and the light is left in the heart! Drink! ”

"I really can't drink it! The God of Light will punish me! ”

"I'd rather have a rotten hole in my stomach than an emotional crack! If you don't drink, you fight, you choose! ”

"Well, I drink."

The monk's face was full of helplessness and pain, and the bishop drank it, what else could I do?

May the God of Light forgive me.

The players that Long Aotian found today are all bigwig-level players who have been in the wine field for a long time, poor NPCs, where are the opponents of this group of drunkards who are proficient in wine field tactics.

......

"What do you mean? Lao Tzu has drunk it all, what if you keep half of it for fish? You finish drinking it for me! ”

"I really can't drink it anymore, I vomit ....."

"Keep coming after vomiting, men don't drink, and walk in the world in vain!"

"Please, spare me! I'm a magician, too! We're all academics! Don't do this to me! ”

"Deep feelings, a mouthful! Feelings are shallow, lick it! Feelings are thick, and I can't drink enough! Feelings are thin, and you can't drink! Emotional iron, drink blood! I'll just ask you, we are all academic magicians, and our relationship is iron! ”

"It seems that this is the truth, I drink ......"

......

"How's it going, Aotian?"

Xu Ercong sent a private message, Long Aotian looked at Andrew lying on the table, took a sip of wine, and sent a private message casually: "Put it all down." ”

"Okay."

Xu Ercong nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Bai Xiaosheng, take someone to search the envoy convoy and see if you can find any information!" ”

"Good!"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded, and took the ghost assassin group of the author who did not update and cut him and the author who were short and powerless, and went all the way to the messenger group convoy outside the adventurer's tavern by taking advantage of the night.

"Get up! Get up! ”

Long Aotian grabbed Andrew and stepped forward with a smile: "Brother An, continue to have a whole cup?" ”

"Huh? Ahh Oh, well! Drink! ”

Andrew's face was confused, and he couldn't speak clearly when he was drunk, so he could only passively take the wine glass and pour it into his mouth.

"Poof!"

He finally fell headlong, and at the moment when he fainted drunk, Andrew's mind was full of the dean's kind face: "Andrew, this time you must find Alia in person and tell her ......"

"Woo woo, Dean, I really can't do it, they're so evil, really evil! I really can't drink it anymore, vomit! ”

Andrew was crying unconsciously in his sleep, and at the same time he was nauseated and vomited, covered in filth.

"Tut-tut."

Long Aotian moved a few steps away with a disgusted face: "What a man with a story, he cries when he gets drunk." ”

Long Aotian held a wine glass, filled with barley wine, and looked up at the tavern: "This one is down, who will be next?" The latest chapter of "We Are the Disaster Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.