Dwarven dark beer, Ningshen flower tea, moon plum juice, while drinking beer and bragging with the dwarves, while Ares constantly drinking moon plum juice and Ningshen flower tea to secretly relieve hangover, dwarves are born with an amazing amount of alcohol, and like to make friends with people who can drink, but Ares has no talent for drinking, and under the warm hospitality of the dwarves, he has to use fraud to maintain the situation.

The feast lasted from late evening until late at night, and the tables were covered with greasy food scraps and spilled liquor, until everyone was drunk and fell asleep in their chairs. All of them have bulging stomachs, and the dwarves are short and rugged, and the brute hammer dwarves after eating are like leather balls, lying on the chair and sleeping soundly, all kinds of postures, very cute.

Even the Grand Chieftain Vorstad fell, his head on the table, snoring, and half of the spilled cold stout in his hand.

Surprisingly, it wasn't until all the dwarves had been brought down that Ares was able to walk back to his room awake, where Gianna was waiting for him.

"They didn't agree to go south with us."

After stumbling through the streets, Ares knocked on Gianna's door, slammed the door in a drunken voice, and said tiredly. Although he was not drunk, he was almost drunk, and if he hadn't drunk it with a mixture of drinks, he would have been as drunk as the dwarves.

"Well, I guessed it all. Don't worry, we have other allies, and the main target of this trip was not the Brute Hammer Clan. You did your best, dear. ”

Gianna said with concern, and helped Ares into the house. The wooden door behind him closed automatically under the influence of magic, and even the curtains were automatically closed.

The rooms of the Hammer Dwarves are generally very small, and the space in this bedroom built into the cliff wall is also very small, only for a bed, a small round table, and two small chairs, so that no more other things can be placed, of course, such a room is not bad for the dwarves, and their short bodies themselves do not need much space. Moreover, Eagle's Nest Mountain is the base camp of the Brute Hammer Dwarves, which was originally every inch of land.

"It's a pity."

Ares sighed, and suddenly spat out a large smell of alcohol from his mouth, which made Gianna have a pained expression.

She quickly turned her face away, covered her nose, and pushed Ares down on the bed.

In the dim light of the fire, Ares could vaguely see the eldest lady turn around, her back to her, and start to change her clothes......

But I was too sleepy and had no combat effectiveness. I saw Gianna slowly peel off her mage robes, revealing her bright white bare back......

……

After spending three days in Eagle's Nest Mountain, and tasting countless foods and wines, Ares and his party set off again and headed south to Stormwind.

Spring in Hinterland is full of dense coniferous forests, which reminds Ares of the Silver Pine Forest south of the royal city of Lordaeron, the difference is that the Silver Pine Forest and Gilneth often rain, the sky is always gray, and bright sunlight is rarely seen. Here, however, it seems that there is always so much sunshine and not much rain. The point is, there are no annoying undead and plagues here. If it weren't for the long way to go in reorganizing the alliance, Ares would have wanted to stay here a little longer. Walk around Azeroth......

A week later, the Hammer Dwarves took Ares and Gianna to the southernmost tip of Hinterland, the farthest distance they could go. Further south, is the Arathi Heights. The dwarfs didn't want to leave Hinterland anyway, and besides, they couldn't send Ares south with griffins. Riding a griffon was not an easy task, first of all, Ares and Gianna did not have aerial riding skills, and besides, none of the griffons wanted to let a strange human ride.

Therefore, Ares and his group could only continue to ride south. Ares remembers that in the game, everyone had a flying mount, and the little griffin was long gone, and all kinds of tall young dragons and flying machines were ridden underneath. But here, riding a griffin has become a luxury. Ares believes he will one day be able to ride this aerial bird of prey, and all it takes is a period of riding training. Although not yet.

But in any case, with the Hammer Dwarves leading the way, it made the journey much smoother. The dwarves led Ares and his party to the entrance to the underground passage. I have to say that if it weren't for the dwarves leading the way, Ares would definitely not have found this path by himself.

It is located at the bottom of the mountains, with a very inconspicuous entrance to the tunnel.

But when the Hammer Dwarves opened the gates, Ares was undoubtedly shocked by what he saw. It's a long, well-equipped underground road.

A long underground passage runs across the mountain range, connecting Hinterland and the Arathi Highlands.

"How long are we going to walk inside?"

Looking at the endless underground passage, Ares asked curiously the Hammer Dwarf who led the way.

"Three to five days, the key is that your war horses won't work here."

Hammer Dwarf Muller said, pointing to the stone wall above his head, Ares understood what he wanted to say, although the passage can allow people to quickly pass through the mountains and reach the Arathi Heights, but the height of the passage is a hard wound, with the height of a human, riding a war horse, will be stuck on the top of the cave. In a narrow place, the top of the head can touch the roof of the cave.

Ares speculated that the underground passage may have been designed to serve dwarves when it was first excavated......

It's really short-sighted, Ares couldn't help but sigh, if the height of the tunnel is raised a little more and designed to be able to pass through human caravans, then I don't know how much it will promote the development of the entire Hinterland region. It's a pity that the Hammer Dwarf is such a character and doesn't like to deal with the outside world more. Such a warm reception for Ares, entertaining an outsider, is a special case.

"Thank you for your help, Venerable Hammer Clan."

Ares said goodbye politely.

"Ares, Gianna, take care of yourselves, the road ahead is not as easy as you think, finally, good luck."

Mueller spoke, pausing, apparently, there were some things that he did not say. Ares didn't know what it was, but he didn't ask much, since the other party didn't want to say it.

Bidding farewell to the Hammer Dwarves, Ares glanced at the endless darkness of the underground passage in front of him. Step by step, like a dark path to the underground. But the light of the Ember Bringer was too bright, and the white crystal seemed to bloom with endless light forever, illuminating the pitch-black space in front of him.