Wine Festival, one of the more important and solemn festivals in the world of Azeroth.

Invented by the dwarves, who were heavy on alcohol, the festival was originally just an internal activity of competing among three dwarven tribes to make spirits.

But as time passed, the influence of the festival gradually spread around the world.

Now, humans, elves, and orcs have also begun to celebrate the festival of fine wine.

Wine camps are set up outside cities and towns around the world. During the festival, each race brings its own special liquor to be sold and tasted.

Festive factions are also minimized, and it's not uncommon to see a few orcs shouting and selling their spirits in the wine camps outside the gates of Stormwind or Ironforge.

The dwarves also run to Orgrimmar or Thunder Bluff to sell their wide variety of wine.

Every morning, the dwarven king Magni* Copperbeard heads to the main venue of the Wine Festival outside Ironforge for a long-standing barrel-opening ceremony, and then the camp begins with a day of hustle and bustle.

The wine festival sheep race activity is even more crowded, everyone drinks five confusion and three ways, riding drunk goats that are also affected by the strong smell of alcohol, and carrying out one race after another.

This kind of dangerous drunk driving usually has many strange situations, such as planting people and sheep under the hillside of the road, or hitting the mountain wall directly and then being buried by the falling snow.

But everyone is still very enthusiastic about this, after all, it's just once a year, if you don't have a lot of fun, how can you relax the pressure of surviving in this cruel world?

In the continent of Kalimdor, the Night Elves were taught by His Majesty the Eternal Night God Emperor, who also loved to drink, so Sulama City also opened a branch of the Wine Festival.

The city is still bustling with activity, with adventurers coming and going, lining up on the rail train across the bridge to the Black Shore's Wine Festival camp.

Liquid traders also followed the adventurers to the Black Coast, selling equipment for those who sold equipment and materials for materials.

While the Archmage Ellie Sander shut down the Night Fortress Breakaway, a new similar event was immediately filled.

Kargas* Bladefist is now the Arena Master, and his Broken Hand Arena is now held on time every day.

Adventurers form a competitive team and pay a ticket price of 100 gold coins to enter the arena to challenge another team of adventurers, or they can choose to challenge the Iron Tribe's soldier team.

Outside the arena, a huge sign is very conspicuous, on which the ranking points of the adventurer's economic team are updated every day, and these points are all rich rewards.

The top 100 teams can go to the Iron Tribe to exchange for a full set of magical equipment called the "Broken Hand Gladiator's Brutal Outfit".

In addition to the entire set of equipment, the top 50 teams will also receive exclusive and special gladiator-style exquisite and powerful weapons.

As for the top 10 European Emperor Squads, in addition to the above rewards, they can also get a special mount called "Iron Wolf of Broken Hand Gladiator". This kind of mount is extremely rare, and the Iron Tribe only issues it to brave fighters who are recognized by them, so riding this kind of black armored wolf on the street is a very face-saving thing.

Adventurers are extremely enthusiastic about the arena, of course, for all kinds of rich rewards, and secondly, these equipment and mounts can be ridden back to their homeland and make a show of it.

The Wine Festival sub-venue next door to the arena is also bustling with dwarves, elves, orcs, and even ogres, each selling their own special liquor.

Different from the sheep racing activities in the Eastern Kingdom, the elves are strange spider racing activities...

Drunken people rode race-specific arcane spiders along the Black Shore's track, and the spectacle was so eerie that it exploded.

Even people and spiders flipped into the sea together and struggled when they made a sharp turn in the sea, and then were rescued by the staff in a hurry, causing bursts of loud laughter from the onlookers.

As for the barrel-opening ceremony here, of course, it was personally carried out by His Majesty the Eternal Night God Emperor, who likes to join in the fun and brush up his sense of existence.

"Welcome to the Dark Night Empire Wine Festival branch, remember to take protective measures after drinking... Hiccup!" Hu Feng stood on the high platform, raising the big wine glass in his hand and yelling at the crowd below.

As soon as the words fell, the women present rolled their eyes and flew wildly, and the male creatures howled and cheered.

Immediately, the drunken Titan Emperor was dragged down by an angry Aurelia God Queen.

The panda man Lao Chen also came to the Kalimdor continent, and at this moment he was performing his magical warrior monk martial arts in the camp in public.

Used to cook...

The crowd of onlookers let out a burst of applause or exclamations, followed by a large glass of wine that the panda man had hoped for, in exchange for the aromatic dishes he had made.

The panda man did not accept the gold coins that Hu Feng gave him. In Lao Chen's view, the food and wine he obtained by himself are more precious and tasteful than anything else.

The Eternal Night Palace, where a private small drinking event is also held.

After Hu Feng came back, he looked at his several gods and queens sitting around the table and drinking wine, and he seized every opportunity to rub off the oil.

Sylvanas was on a rampage, and Tulani had fallen asleep at the table by her.

Now the only one who insists on fighting against Queen Xi is Big Sister Elisander.

"We are like this ... Cannibalism... Hiccup... In the end, it's not cheap, Hu Feng. Hiccup... This pervert?"

Aurelia struggled to hold her chin and keep herself from falling asleep.

"Don't worry, when I solve Sister Elliesand, I'll kill Hu Feng, who is not good-hearted. ”

Hu Feng had a spring-like smile, and he didn't talk, and continued to pour wine for the two.

Well... Today my day of sexual bliss is coming ...

Outside Ironforge, a dwarf with his face hidden under a black hood stood silently, looking at the lively Wine Festival camp in the distance.

Oscar was a little sad, if it had been before, he would have swaggered up to join the crowd.

But now, he didn't dare, and neither could he.

He had secretly traveled from Stratholme to Ironforge, not only to see his hometown, but also to feel the old life that had left him.

A European Emperor adventurer rode past the dwarf on a ghost tiger and slowed down. He looked at the dwarf in front of him, a look of confusion and thought.

Oscar immediately turned around and was about to leave, but the Emperor Ou behind him suddenly sighed, his face was pleasantly surprised.

"Oscar! You're Oscar! Come here, everyone!! it's amazing! Oscar is back!"

The crowd not far away immediately turned their attention to this side.

Oscar sighed, gritted his teeth, and lifted his hood.

"That's right, I'm back to see how you juniors are doing. Of course, I'm a Death Knight, and you can now... ”

But before he could finish speaking, he was dragged by the swarming adventurers and pulled into the camp.

"Oscar, the King of Adventurers, is back!He's a Death Knight now!Haha, he kicked the Lich King's ass, proving that we adventurers can't be controlled by that dog bastard of the Lich King!"

The guards of Ironforge, who noticed the strange situation, also rushed over, and after a short period of thought, decided to act as if nothing had happened.

The characters are special, the situation is special, even if King Magni is facing such a thing, the rules should be relaxed.

Isn't it just a death knight, that's also the death knight of our dwarves.

Oscar was stunned, then smiled familiarly.

That's right, this is the world of adventurers, and if you're really stupid enough to worry that you've become a death knight, they'll treat themselves differently.

"Haha, Lao Tzu is Oscar, do you have any wine! Hurry up and give Lao Tzu a few barrels for free! Lao Tzu is in a happy mood, so I will tell you juniors about Lao Tzu's experience of beating the Lich King's son of a bitch!"

The dwarf whistled loudly, and in the distance there was a puff of dust, and Mr. Fat Bug roared towards his master.

Immediately, Oscar strode into the camp.

At this moment, he became the uninhibited ordinary adventurer he used to be.

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