Although the expression on his face was tightly concealed by the barrel-like mask, the stone could still tell a hint in Urzago's voice and eyes.

Seeing that the Green Prophet's ancient red eyes finally shot a little different, the Black Orc Lord smiled secretly in his heart, he knew what it meant, a strong curiosity about something he had never seen before.

This is a good thing, I'm afraid that this guy is not interested in his own tribe, to deal with this kind of old fritters that have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, the first step is to arouse his curiosity, just like fishing, first throw out the fragrant bait, and then put a long line to catch big fish.

The stone who already had the bottom in his heart deliberately did not directly answer the large number of questions asked by Urzago, but instead patted his big head, pretending to be suddenly enlightened.

"Well, Green Prophet, you can remind me, I almost forgot those rat cubs, you taste our tribe's own wine first, wait for me."

With that, he touched the black ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and with a thought, a sealed clay pot and an oak barrel appeared in his hand.

Pretending not to see the look of curiosity that turned into horror on the other side, he introduced to himself:

This is called the "Flame Machete", and this barrel is "Green Wow Wow", all of which we brew with mushrooms in our own fields, one is a hot spirit, the other is a cold beer, you try it, the thief is delicious. ”

This is not bragging, since the construction of the first fourth-level "brewery" of "Gakison" a few months ago, the production problem that has plagued the tribe's chief winemaker, Red Feet, has finally been completely solved.

At the same time, like the redhead, he trained a large number of qualified goblin apprentices in the "Dirty Green Mushroom", and the two were freed from the complicated basic work, and began to think about how to improve the quality of the food and wine in the tavern on the basis of some of the previous life experience provided by the stone.

At the end of the day, it's for the teeth.

Today, the tavern, which has been expanded to accommodate four to five hundred people, and the "Bloody Fist Football Stadium" next door to it have become the territory's two major sources of income.

Don't look at the fact that "Gakison" is only a small village of more than 100 people in the system, but in fact, it has begun to show the prototype of an entertainment center according to the stone plan.

Every day, green-skinned kids, who have nothing to do, come here to get drunk and dream, and exchange their teeth for fragrant roasted mushroom slices and cold beer.

If they encounter something to be happy about, such as winning a football game, they don't hesitate to spend more teeth, have a cup of "flaming knives" that are easier to get on, and then fight with other drunks, or just fall asleep.

In order to better satisfy the boys' modest spare time, and at the same time to plunder the little teeth in their pockets more thoroughly, two new wines that are more delicious and at the same time slightly more expensive have recently been put on the market.

Not surprisingly, as soon as they appeared in the tavern, they immediately caused the boys to rush to the blister, but fortunately, after the "brewing workshop", the production has increased greatly and the stock is fully stocked, otherwise the entire tavern may have to be demolished by the crazy boys.

After all, as long as it's greenskin, there's no one who doesn't like to drink, and as for doubling the price, that kind of thing will be cared about by cunning goblins.

And now in Shi's hands are two new wines that he named "Green Wow" and "Xiang Piaopiao".

The former is a beer with a more mellow taste and richer taste, while the latter is a wine that, as its name suggests, further carries forward the advantages of the original "Flame Knife" with a fragrant aroma, making people feel the tip of the tongue when they smell it.

Amid the sound of several greenskinned leaders swallowing hard, Stone tossed two good wines, packaged in different vessels, onto the table in front of Urzago.

Then, accompanied by the overflowing aroma of wine, the savage orc first slapped open the crockpot, picked it up and took a small sip, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he forgot the question in his mind about why he could conjure two kinds of wine out of thin air like a trick, and said nothing, like a traveler who came to the oasis after a few days of water in the desert, and hungrily hugged his head and drank.

Seeing him like this, everyone else was surprised, what about the famous green prophet, isn't it also green-skinned! As long as it's green, there's no one who doesn't like our wine!

Several green-skinned leaders with proud faces quickly turned their heads to look at their leaders, their eyes bloomed with the longing of their souls from the depths of their hearts, the latter laughed, needless to say that he knew what these drunkards were thinking, and he had two more barrels of "Green Wow Wow" in his hands, one bucket was thrown to the old rotten tooth, let them share it themselves, and as for the other barrel, of course, they couldn't treat themselves badly.

The barrel was the size of an ordinary goblin, and in the palm of the stone's large hand, it looked like a large wine glass, and it took only a few sips to see the bottom.

Wiping his lips stained with beer foam, Stone put down the barrel contentedly, but to his surprise, Urzago had already drunk a jar of "fragrant fluttering" by himself after such a while, and even let out an extremely loud moan.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing! I can't forget the last time I drank such a good wine. ”

The savage orc unfinished placing the empty jar on the table, his tone visibly cheerful.

"Green Prophet, you're a good drinker!"

The stone stretched out his thumb and said in sincere admiration.

This is a whole jar of high-grade liquor, and it was drunk so quickly, not to mention anything else, even if it was the black orc himself, it is estimated that he is already dizzy now, but this wild orc does not change his face and heart does not beat, and his eyes are a little confused, and he does not even knot his tongue.

"Boss, uh...... This guy used to be better than King Gollum, so this bit of wine is no problem! ”

The red-faced old rotten teeth on the side said with a smile while burping.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Urzago, who hadn't had enough of it, picked up another wooden barrel, clanged, and poured a whole barrel of fungal beer into his stomach in one go, leaving the others stunned!

Seeing that the high-level tribal meeting, which had always been in a serious atmosphere, was about to turn into a drinking meeting, Shi quickly suppressed the wine worms rolling in his stomach, turned back to the topic, and drank happily when he was done with the right thing.

He spoke a long list of Skaven words to the only Nezumi Engineer Warlock in the hall who didn't drink a drop of alcohol and also caught Urzago's attention, presumably asking him to go out and tidy up the Nezumi POWs he had brought back outside, and then bring them all back to Disney below.

Listening to the leader's words, Pesti Scourge nodded quickly, and ran away as soon as he slipped away.

In fact, he didn't want to stay for a long time, he only understood a little bit of green language, what green prophet yellow prophet, it had nothing to do with him, his mind was all on the five "dimensional stone grinders" that had just been shipped from the "Skaven Demon Capital", and these freshly baked big toys were what he cared about.

As soon as Pesti left, Urzago on the side couldn't sit still, and hurriedly asked:

"it! Stone, why do you still speak nezumi? Also, I heard you say you're going down there? What, is there still a nezumi lair under the steel rock? ”

Now it was the stone's turn to be surprised, I didn't expect this orc to be able to understand the nezumi language.

"I've been running around for so many years, not to mention the rats, I can even understand a little bit of the words of the hoof monsters in the woods, but what I say is not as good as you."

Worthy of being a green prophet, Stone can speak a foreign language because of the characteristics of the system's rewards, but he learned it sentence by sentence, which is unimaginable for simple-minded orcs.

Putting away the little pride that had just sprouted in his heart, the black orc lord nodded, concealed the existence of the system as usual, and pushed everything to Brother Mao.

"Let me tell you this, not only the rat people, no matter what race they are, as long as I hear it once, I will say, born."

"How is that possible!?"

Where is Urzago willing to believe, there is no basis for his words, he immediately changed to several languages that he is best at, including the continental lingua franca, dwarven language, and the Aurora language of the Far East, but the big guys on the other side all answered fluently, speaking more standard and fluent than him, which shows that he is not lying.

Without waiting for the Green Prophet to digest the astonishing news, Stone continued:

"As for the rat people, and our tribe, it's useless to just say it, you will know it with me, what you see next will be beyond all your imagination, I believe that in the whole world, no other green-skinned tribe will be like our tribe, green prophet, if you want to choose a tribe to realize your ambitions, you will know after reading it, there is only one answer."

After a pause, the black orc raised his hands, looked around, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice, word by word:

"That's us, Brokenclaw Tribe!"