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It can't be helped, although the oath seems to be strong, in fact, all the races are in ruins, especially the Draenei, the Darkspear Trolls, and the Slippery Blade Naga who have just moved, their main city has not yet been built, and not all of them are as idle as the titular commander Drunken.

As for the dragons...... At the suggestion of Drunken Wind, the Bronze Dragon began to prepare to reforge the Quicksand Scepter, the Red Dragon had not yet recovered his breath, the Green Dragon waited for Drunken Wind to purify the Emerald Dream, and the Blue Dragon began to comb through Azeroth's magic web. And the Black Dragons - the Black Dragon Legion is looking forward to the children of Drunken Wind and Onexia......

Feeling the pressure, Drunken Wind and Onexia can only use the excuse of waiting for Lao Chen to return to the Eastern Kingdom together, so as to get rid of the broken thoughts of the black dragons.

Now, that excuse is no longer valid.

Lao Chen's wine is finally ready.

Fire Rock Tequila and Swamp Crocodile Tears, with the help of the shaman, these two opposite things have reached a delicate elemental balance, and at the end of forty-nine days of brewing, the moment Lao Chen unveiled the barrel, the entire Thunder Cliff was filled with a rich aroma of wine!

Even Kane Bloodhoof, who was drunk and poured out of his psychological shadows, had to admit that the wine brewed by Lao Chen this time tasted really good!

Finding that he had made a breakthrough in winemaking, Lao Chen simply held a small tasting party with drunken wind!

It seems that he has dealt with the goblins a lot, and Kane offers to sell an invitation to sell a portion of the party. And Zuifeng said that being idle was also idle, so he simply agreed to this opinion.

Later generations regarded this drinking party as one of the origins of the wine festival, and although there are still many controversial details, the general direction is still the most widely recognized.

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The final venue of the reception was set on the shore of Shiniu Lake.

Since the organizer is drunk, this time the invitation was hyped up by a group of goblin tycoons who didn't want to drink in Ratchet City.

Don't think that goblins are stingy when they are greedy for money, in fact, the real tycoons among the goblins are still very generous, they don't care about spending a lot of money for their hobby, not to mention that this hobby can also have a good relationship with a God of Wealth. (Goblin tycoons are greedy and extravagant, think of Garry Vix's villa, they're not Grande!) ）

At the behest of the Minotaurs, the goblins were unable to make it to the venue in their highly polluting mechs or roadrages - they were asked to ride the Kodomon in front of the Giant Gate of Mogore.

Of course, in order to match the atmosphere of the reception, the minotaur deliberately decorated the Kodomon, and the Kodomon dressed in red and painted colors have been used as a reference at many subsequent drinking parties, which is also the source of the "Wine Festival Kodomon".

A meeting hall has been arranged on the shore of Shiniu Lake, with thick fences and wide leather seats, and every detail in the venue has a strong Minotaur style.

The atmosphere of the reception was still relatively casual, at the beginning, the pot-bellied goblin tycoons gathered together in twos and threes with soft drinks, talking about business without saying a word, waiting for the start of the show.

And next to the sparkling lake, on a simple (or even rudimentary) stage, the newly formed Minotaur played a heavy metal rock song, and the stirring music quickly set the mood of the drinking party.

Soon, the Minotaur finished playing, and Drunken Wind stood on the stage.

"Ahem!" Drunken Wind cleared his throat, "Welcome to the Storm Spirits!" ”

"I am very happy to be able to share wine and experience life with everyone on the shore of the beautiful Shiniu Lake in this harvest season."

"Thank you very much to Chan Storm Spirits for the theme of the reception, Storm Tequila! I hope everyone can relax and have in-depth exchanges at the reception. ”

"Now I announce that the Storm Spirits Party has officially begun!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of cheerful calves entered in the sunset with trays of fish and presented a small glass of wine to each guest.

Although there was a pitiful amount of wine in the glass, no one dared to drink it all.

It was also the first time to taste old sake. He held the glass in his hand, quietly looked at the golden wine in the glass, and took a deep breath.

The moment the smell of wine entered his nasal cavity, Drunken Wind almost thought that he had come to the Thousand Needles Stone Forest again!

I closed my eyes, but the drunken wind seemed to see that under the blazing sun, a series of igneous agave trees were growing on the cliffs!

Drunken Wind couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it gently.

The salty taste takes the tip of the tongue by storm, while the slightly bitter sensation stimulates the taste buds on the side of the tongue. The feeling is like being in the depths of a swamp, and a primordial rhythm bursts out.

The combination of bitter and salty is so perfect, a small sip of wine, swallowed slowly in the mouth, drunk as if experiencing a story, a journey.

When the drunken wind comes to his senses from the wine, the moon is already in the middle of the sky.

Before you know it, the area around the drunken wind is already crowded with goblins - what a familiar scene!

Unlike the last time, in a hurry, this time in the face of the goblins' questions and business, Drunken Wind unhurriedly began to bargain with the goblins.

"Actually, I would love to own a property in Carkison, but the prices there are so expensive that I have a small amount of assets, but I can't afford it."

"Yes, I'm really working on a new city, a city where all races can come and go freely - not in competition with Garkison, of course, but in a foodie's paradise."

"What? You said you want to hold this kind of drinking party in a row? Sorry, I don't agree with you - the occasional relaxation helps us work better, but endless relaxation is degenerate! ”

"What agreement does the Oath have with Ratchet City? There are no agreements! All of our terms are public, and once again, we are not an economic organization......"

"My plan? It's my privacy, but I can reveal that I'm going to be with my wife, and that's important, isn't it? ”

As the focus of the party, it was late at night after the drunken party ended.

Slightly drunk, he returned to the Thunder Cliff with satisfaction.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Drunken Wind provoked Onexia - and the price was that when Lao Chen called Drunken Wind to set off early the next morning, he found that this guy's dark circles were deeper.

Considering the seasick cans, this time Old Chen, Drunken Wind, and Onexia chose to ride the Black Dragon to the Blackstone Tower in the Eastern Kingdom.

Lao Chen is to fulfill his bet, while Drunken Wind and Onexia are preparing for the birth of their own child.

On the dragon's back, Drunken Wind stared at the calm Endless Sea, and his mind had already run far - it seemed that the lower level of the Blackstone Tower was too late to deal with it, so let the big screws bounce for a few more days! (To be continued.) )