Seeing Diego and Masrae enter, the minotaur and ogre quickly stood up, while the orc just glanced at him with disdain, still sitting as steady as Mount Tai unconcerned. After Dezko coughed dissatisfiedly, the orc reluctantly stood up.

"Hello, human! Bow down to King Mogmulok! I'm the chief of the Stonehammer Clan, and a good chief who can keep the clan safe! The ogre, standing across the table and facing the doorway, introduced himself in the lingua franca of humanity. Whether it's grammar or pronunciation, his human lingua franca is a mess, but Diego still understands the general meaning, and honestly, looking at his relieved look after speaking, Diego suspects that he can only speak a few words of human language.

"Diego? Aznar salutes you! Diego replied that as a clan chief, Mogmulok deserved the respect. It is worth mentioning that this ogre is the successor of the Beastmaster Lexa, and after the Beastmaster left, he gave him the power.

Compared to the other ogres who had nothing but a crotch cloth, Mogmulock was almost armed to the teeth, and he wore a full set of inlaid iron armor, including almost all accessories including bracers, leg armor, shin guards, belts, shoulder pads, and helmets, probably because there were not enough animal skins, and his cuirass was replaced by a large iron pot strung with iron chains, barely covering his belly and chest. In his right hand, he wore an iron fist glove, on which sharp spikes reflected the cold light of the torch.

"Nazaire of the Bloodspear Clan salutes you!" The orc next to him also said in a rough voice, but Diego didn't hear a hint of respect in his arrogant tone. Still, Diego bowed his head to him.

"Hats off to you too!" Diego replied. Diego was not surprised that the green-skinned orc spoke the lingua franca of humanity, since after the end of the Second Orc War. The victorious humans built a large number of shelters for failed and captured orcs (including the future tribal chief Thrall, who was not yet weaned), and many of them learned the human language here. Even Thrall himself is not inferior to his native language in human language.

He glanced at the orc. The orc looked young, with a shiny, bald head and a ponytail on the back of his head. He wears a black chain mail. Behind him, beside the stone wall, leaned against a sharp spear, at the tip of the blade. There are still some traces of red. Diego laughed inwardly - the orcs still like to boast of their bravery by keeping the blood of their enemies on their weapons.

Greeted by Dezko, everyone sat down around the stone table. A minotaur brought two large wine glasses and placed them in front of the two guests.

Diego bowed his head. I saw that the wine glass was filled with green liquor. And next to him. The Night Elf couldn't wait to pick up the cup and take a big sip.

After half a minute, when Diego was worried that he was suffocating, Masrae let out a long breath and burped contentedly.

"This wine is really strong!" He exclaimed with drunken admiration.

"I got this from Craig, a relative of the Hammer of Doom, and even the dwarven wine is not so strong!" Mogmulok boasted triumphantly, and when it came to drinking, his human language didn't stumble at all. "Goddock green wine, I bet. No one here but me can get this kind of goodie. ”

Seeing the minotaurs and orcs eager to join the discussion about wine, Diego realized that if he didn't say anything, the drunkards could tilt the building across the Endless Sea.

"Hopefully, you have a plan before we come." He interjected with a smile.

"Yes, there is." Dezko glanced back at him, then turned back to listen to the ogre's tirade about the Gordock green wine.

"So, what is it exactly?" Diego asked.

"It's easy, kill it." It's Nazaire who is talking this time? Blood spear, he glanced at Diego impatiently, to be honest, he now felt that the elven thin man was much more pleasing to the eye than this human.

"Uh, okay." Diego shrugged helplessly and said. What the hell is this! He said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

He took a sip of the glass, and the green liquid rushed into his stomach like magma, and almost in the blink of an eye, the magma spread all over his body, and the burning sensation was almost like a burning fire. He felt like he heard the sound of his brain boiling, as if the flame could only be extinguished by chiseling open his skull and pouring a bucket of cold seawater into it.

"Uh, that's a great wine!" He repeated what Masrae had just said, then ripped open his collar and took another big gulp. To hell with any quest, what a black dragon!

……

The next morning, Diego woke up in a state of nausea. He retched a few times, then got up from his marching blanket and walked out of the shed. Did he see Bart? Leibi was cooking something.

"How did I get back yesterday?" He glanced at the gloomy sky and asked with some embarrassment.

"The two minotaurs carried you back, and with you Mr. Bearskin, he was better, he walked back on his own." Bart? Leiby whispered that he was no stranger to this drunken amnesia, because he himself had a time of drunken dreams and death.

"Oh, no one else saw it, did it?" Diego asked quietly.

"No, it's late when you come back, and most of the people are already asleep." The squire replied.

"Oh, that's good." Diego couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He took a step and walked towards yesterday's meeting hall, to be honest, he had been drinking yesterday, what to do next, they didn't say a word.

"Don't you really eat some oatmeal?" Behind him, Bart? Leibi asked as she stirred the pot with a spoon. The day after getting drunk, it's better to eat something, he has this experience.

"Uh......" Diego looked back at him and groaned, but he found that he was vomiting much more strongly than eating, so he shook his head, "No, you can kill it yourself." ”

"Damn it!" Diego cursed in his heart as he walked, he didn't know how a meeting could end up like this, it must have been a mistake in those places!

"Hey, Diego!" Just then, he heard someone greet him in the lingua franca of humanity. He looked up and saw the orc Nazaire? Bloodspear was holding a green bottle and gesturing to him.

"Two more drinks, man, you'll feel better." The orc said with a smile on his face.

"No, drink it yourself." Diego subconsciously refused. But the next moment, he was stunned - wait! When did I become so acquainted with this orc??? (To be continued.) )