That night, they stayed at Thornflower's headquarters, and a group of them enjoyed a meal from Freljord.

At the dinner table, I learned that this is a small town located in the south of Freljord, and the name of the city is Qianxue. With a population of about 10 million, Thousand Snow City is a small and medium-sized city in this world.

The people of Freljord, unlike the real-world gangs, like to refer to their guilds as 'clans'. Although many of these tribes are not related by blood, this does not affect the name they call themselves.

Xiong San, who was taught by Wren and the Great Tiger, belonged to a small branch of the Kang'er clan, and their main vein was led by a diamond-level powerhouse. But like Xiong San, there are as many tribes as many as stars clinging to the branches of the Kang'er big tree, and even if a few are broken, they will not attract the attention of the above.

This world admires the strong, every day there are large and small tribes born and die, those intricate small branches are growing, most of them are broken, and only very few grow into new thick torsos, unfortunately, Xiong San's tribe belongs to the former......

It was night, there were no electric lights, and a white lantern hung from the ceiling on the third floor, and inside was a fist-sized object called 'fluorescent stone', which emitted a bright and warm light.

On the third floor of the Thorn Flower headquarters, there are wine tables, and waiters with long ears and sackcloth shuttle back and forth, constantly delivering dishes that have never been seen before.

Behind the big tiger's stool was an empty wine barrel the size of a bucket, and he staggered to the table, holding a huge wooden cup in his hand, and the fiery red liquor was churning in the cup like magma.

"This cup, I salute everyone, and I wish you all success in reaching the rank!" After speaking, the big tiger grunted the large glass of wine called 'warrior blood' in his hand. Drink it all.

The blood of the warrior is a specialty of the extremely cold land of Freljord, and when drunk in one gulp, it seems to burn a fire in the abdomen, and the strength of this wine can be ranked in the Valoran continent. When the newcomers saw the big tiger arrogant and dry clouds giving auspicious words, they applauded for a while, and then raised their cups one by one and began to drink.

As the saying goes, a wine field is like a battlefield.

On this battlefield, you can see the true temperament of a person, and you will be attacked from all directions, friends and foes, so if you want to survive here, you must have a strong amount of alcohol. Wren swallowed the last drop of wine in the glass, only to feel that his whole body was hot, and even the shadow appeared when he saw things.

The wine of warrior blood is already extremely strong, and newcomers who have never drunk this wine have no resistance at all. By the beginning of the drinking game, several people had fallen down under the table like dead dogs, and there was a good-looking girl, sleeping soundly with her cup on her back facing the sky, and the leopard skin clothes she was wearing were lifted up by the restless people, revealing her snow-white and delicate skin.

Men lose face when they fall in the drinking game, and girls have to ponder if they fall. What happens to an unsuspecting unconscious girl during this time of coma......

A stout waiter, carrying a wine barrel from downstairs, couldn't help but glance at it as he passed the side of the road by the disheveled girl who had fallen to the ground. The women from Earth are petite and slender compared to the Freljords, and they are very lethal to them.

But he just glanced at it reluctantly, and hurried away. This strong man knew that he was only a second-level ability, and any one of them present could kill him. Placing the barrel next to the big tiger, he bent down and hurried downstairs to prepare the new warrior's blood.

Wren looked at the bucket of warrior blood that the waiter had newly moved, and his face was ugly. There are many people who know that their strength is not as good as him, and they want to find some face in the wine field, no, there are five people around who are toasting with huge horror wine glasses.

The yellow-toothed guy was about to put his face on it, and his eyes were foggy when he spoke, and he fell down before he was halfway dry with his wine glass.

At the end of the wine field, even the golden rank Dahu fell asleep under the table, and Wren touched his stomach that seemed to be about to burst, and looked around, and he was the only one left who could stand.

It's not that he's a lot of alcohol, whenever Wren's head is drowsy with alcohol, the golden maple leaves in his heart release a cool and refreshing energy, forcing him to wake up.

Not far away, Jiang Yuan lay her face on the dinner table, her hair was dyed with wine, her strength was good, but she was the first to fall.

Wren looked at the people who were snoring like thunder, and smiled lightly, this is his companion, and in the future, these people will accompany him all the way in countless dangerous missions.

At the top of the stairs, the voices of several waiters were slightly panicked: "My lord, you are here." ”

Eve was wearing a white shirt, a small black sleeveless jacket, long legs under the short skirt, riding boots, and the black heavy sword on her back, looking at this messy situation with some surprise.

Wren burped and waved at her, "Yo." ”

Under the stimulation of alcohol, Eve, who was already beautiful and moving, was even more charming, and the blood of the warrior burned all over Wren's body like a fire, and Eve's exposed white thighs seemed to have infinite temptation, and Wren looked straight for a while.

Oh, it's so white, it's so cute. Wren looked at the long legs and swallowed his saliva, and he didn't know where he got the guts, he stretched out and touched them, and pinched them hard, the slippery and cold elasticity stimulated Wren's fragile nerves, and his wheezing gradually became heavy......

Early the next morning.

Wren woke up slowly, he was lying on a white bed, he only felt a tearing pain in his head, and he forgot what happened last night, as if he had met Eve...... The rest of the memories are gone.

He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and was about to light one, only to see that his fingers were unusually flipped backwards, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, and Wren looked at his right hand in surprise, "Eh, why did my hand break?" ”

After getting up, he came to the square of the Thorn Flower Guild. A group of waiters are clearing the snow. Last night, the goose feathers and heavy snow disturbed all night, accumulating a thick layer. There was no one in the square in the morning, and last night almost everyone in the crowd killed a barrel of warrior blood spirits, and Renne was the only one who could get up so early, and this was still with the help of the almighty maple leaf.

If the big tiger wants to wake up, it will naturally not be a problem for a gold-level ranker, but he was ordered to lead the newcomer from Su Ling, so he might as well pretend to be public and private, and enjoy a little vacation on the way......

In the square, a silver figure wielded a huge jet-black heavy sword, and the dancing sword wind blew the snow, and a clearing was cleared within a radius of three feet.

Eve's heavy sword sinks at least a few hundred pounds, but it is swung as if it is holding papier-mâché, and the speed is so fast that Wren can't see it clearly, this kind of strength and control, the sword skill alone can also blow him up a few streets.

Sometimes Wren wonders how there can be a fighting monster like Eve. Passive 'Knight's Soul' with terrifying combat talent, a warrior born entirely for killing, Eve's reputation is not only resounding among the elderly, but also among the newcomers, many people have heard of it.

She has many titles, 'Su Ling's proud disciple', 'Silver Killer', 'Heavy Sword Destroyer', and so on...... The big tiger even danced at the wine table, with an ironclad face to break the news: Eve has not lost a single defeat since she became a supernatural!

No defeats! This brilliant record made Wren dumbfounded, and this is not over, Dahu even proudly said: Even he has only a fifty-percent victory against Eve, who is on the silver five.

Nima, you're a third-level gold ranker, eight ranks higher than others, okay! But these are a kind of pride in the eyes of the big tiger.