"Click." "Click." "Click."

As long as he stops along the way, Jiang Feng will take out his camera to take two scenic photos.

"We're about to enter the city, and no human has ever been to the Echo Islands, so please don't pay attention to those eyes later."

Putting down the camera, Jiang Feng nodded: "Don't worry, we have already experienced this in Orgrimmar." ”

"Hahahaha." Quimper shouted, "Yes, I have to say, I really admire your courage, you are obviously human, but you dare to run to Karimdo." ”

"It's all because I know that even in Karimdor there are friends who want to be as kind as Mr. Quimper."

"Hahaha, Mr. Jiang is really good at complimenting, I will have two more drinks later."

While talking, the car passed through the toll gate and entered the city area under the elevated highway.

After picking up his camera and taking two photos of the buildings on the side of the road, Jiang Feng began to observe the trolls passing on both sides of the road.

The Echo Islands are a group of small islands inhabited by trolls, dominated by the Darkspear tribe.

As a vein of [Gulabash], the trolls of the Darkspear tribe were originally supposed to be bloodthirsty and brutal, but because of the appearance of a great leader, the Darkspear gradually moved towards civilization and revival.

And that great leader is Woking.

This is also a tribal leader that Jiang Feng likes very much in the World of Warcraft.

However, in this world, Woking's life experience is different from the game, because without the invasion of the Burning Legion, he would not have the opportunity to cooperate with the legendary leader of the orcs, Thrall, so he now only broke away from [Gulabash] with the dark spear and came to the Echo Islands to seek development.

However, among the limited information that Jiang Feng could know, the Dark Spear tribe led by Wojin was undoubtedly the closest tribe, and was willing to sit down and talk about joining the tribe.

Therefore, whether it is feelings or business, Jiang Feng is faintly looking forward to meeting this very assertive troll patriarch on this trip to the Echo Islands.

"Got there, Doyle, there's your favorite Storm Ale."

The car stopped in front of a spire bar, and Quimper looked back at Doyle Kent and said.

"Haha, that's great! It's been a long time since I've tasted this, and I really miss it. ”

So the group got out of the car with a smile, pushed open the door and walked into the bar.

Because the trolls did not join the tribe, the troll civilians basically spoke the language of trolls, and now the five members of Jiang Feng's team all became "deaf", and they couldn't understand a word of the loud conversation of the trolls around them.

However, when Jiang Feng and the others passed through the passage, those trolls who were originally playing with their fists and dice all stopped their movements and cast surprised glances.

Jiang Feng, who was used to this kind of gaze, didn't care, but silently followed Quimper to sit at a small square table.

Ordering two barrels of Storm Ale, Quimper said to Doyle Kent, "When did you start the new business of traveling with people?" And you're with you. ”

Between the words, it was obvious that he didn't believe that Doyle Kent brought Jiang Feng here just for a tourist.

Picking up a grape from the fruit bowl and stuffing it into his mouth, Doyle Kent smiled: "I do business with him, and he made a condition for me, saying that if I want to make a deal, I must first take him to the troll city to have a look." ”

"Oh?" Quimper looked at Jiang Feng again, "Mr. Jiang is really so interested in the culture of trolls. ”

Jiang Feng replied with a smile: "Didn't Mr. Quimper just say that he admired us as human beings, but dared to come to Karimdo?" Actually, it's not that I have a lot of guts, it's just that I'm really curious about the customs and history of Karimdo, and there are not many opportunities to be an exchange student in the tribe, so I have the courage to come. ”

"And since I'm here, I won't let go of the opportunity to visit the troll city."

Nodding, Quimper poked Jiang Feng with his elbow and said, "It's really rare for someone like Mr. Jiang to pay so much for his hobby, but I appreciate you." ”

Just when Jiang Feng didn't quite understand what Quimper's action meant, Doyle Kent directly explained: "His action is the meaning of admiration and praise, which is similar to giving a thumbs up." ”

"I see." Jiang Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

It didn't take long for the Storm Ale ordered by Quimper to be delivered.

Feng Xinhong sniffed twice, and his eyes lit up, "This wine smells a little interesting." ”

Feng Xinhong had some excited expressions, and Jiang Feng reminded: "Take it easy, don't get drunk." ”

"Don't worry! When have you ever seen a warrior monk get drunk? ”

Jiang Feng listened to it and felt that it was also true, the profession of a warrior monk was originally based on drinking as a skill premise, if he was drunk at every turn, how could he fight.

"Boom!"

Pulling out the piston on the barrel, Quimper picked it up and gave Jiang Feng a full of them one by one.

Finally, when he had filled his glass, he raised his glass and said, "Come, I wish you a pleasant journey." ”

Jiang Feng was just about to raise his glass to thank them, when he saw a dreadlocked troll walking towards them, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, the dreadlocked troll's right hand holding the wine glass shook it hard, and poured all the wine in the cup towards Jiang Feng.

'Freeze. ’

Zhuo Zhengwen chanted, and the wine poured in mid-air was instantly frozen, and shattered into ice spikes and floated in the air.

The dreadlocked troll was obviously stunned, and raised his hand to point at Jiang Feng, and they were squirting.

"What did he say?" Guo Liang, who tasted the storm ale, habitually asked Jiang Feng.

"I don't understand the troll language, but it shouldn't be a good word."

"Wow, this wine...... It's kind of exciting. With a somewhat upset expression, Guo Liang looked at the wine glass in his hand in surprise.

They don't know how many times they have encountered this sudden provocation in Orgrimmar, so they are very calm.

But Quimper was obviously not so calm, he went up and smashed a punch in the face of the dreadlocked orc, and began to communicate in troll language.

"Boss Doyle, can you translate for us?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Goo...... Goodo...... Grunting...... "After drinking a large glass of Storm Ale, Doyle Kent took a sip and said, "The troll who poured the wine said that we had a stench and wanted to wash us, and that we should thank him." ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jiang Feng raised his wine glass and said, "Then a toast to us who have not been washed to the ground." ”

"Hahahaha." Doyle Kent smiled and filled himself with another glass, clinked glasses with Jiang Feng and said, "Celebrate that we don't have to take a bath, dry!" ”

On the other side, Quimper threw two punches, and the dreadlocked troll fell to the ground, but more trolls came around him immediately.

However, the trolls who surrounded him did not make a move, but sprayed each other with Quimper.

I don't know if it's because I've already drunk a lot of extraordinary spirits, the incomparably violent storm ale didn't make Jiang Feng feel unacceptable, but felt that the spicy was very wonderful.

After savoring the fragrance in his mouth for a while, Jiang Feng asked again, "What are they arguing about?" ”

"Probably the local power gangs, they said that Quimper shouldn't have been brought here, that we were disgusting, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha." With a laugh, Jiang Feng was a little surprised: "I thought that this Quimper was also a character like Boss Doyle who could walk sideways in the city, but now it seems that it is far behind." ”

After shaking his head for a moment, Doyle Kent said, "How dare I walk sideways, I didn't see that I was afraid to come to you for help?" As for Quimper, he's a real businessman, unlike me. ”

While the two were talking, Quimper, who was spraying with those trolls, suddenly summoned a purple flame, which frightened the trolls away.

Sitting back in his seat, Quimper raised his glass and apologized to Jiang Feng and them, "It's just a bunch of drunks, don't pay attention to them." ”

"It's okay, we're used to it." Jiang Feng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

"Ugh." Sighing, Quimper took a sip of wine and said, "I originally wanted to bring Doyle here to drink storm ale, but I didn't expect there to be so many crazy people, why don't we find a place with fewer people to talk to?" ”

But after hearing this, Doyle Kent filled himself with another glass of storm ale, and said with disdain: "Don't, I haven't had this kind of fun in a long time, continue to drink." ”

"Doyle, this isn't Orgrimmar after all, those ......"

"Don't persuade me, old friend, no matter where this is, you want my Doyle Kent to run away with his tail between his legs? No way! ”

After speaking, he glanced at Jiang Feng next to him, "Friend Jiang if ......"

"Don't." Jiang Feng waved his hand, raised his wine glass and said, "This wine is really good, I also want to drink two more glasses." ”

"Hahahaha!" Doyle Kent laughed heartily after hearing this, "Why don't I say why I think you can make friends when I first see you, this temper, right appetite!" ”

After speaking, he touched the cup with Jiang Feng, and poured two large sips of storm ale.

Quimper could only sigh when he heard it, took out his mobile phone and said, "Okay, then I'll go out and call some people." ”

Half an hour later, Jiang Feng and the others had already placed four wine barrels at the table, and the atmosphere was getting more and more enthusiastic.

"Drink! For the Horde! Doyle Kent finished drinking a large glass of Storm Ale.

"! For the Union! After Feng Xinhong finished speaking, he also drank a big cup of "tons and tons".

"Happy!" Doyle Kent slammed the table, looked at Feng Xinhong and said, "I can't imagine that there are humans who can drink like you!" Interesting! Sure enough, those who can go all the way with Jiang friends are not ordinary people, come, drink again! ”

"I'm right about this, I thought you orcs were only bragging rights, but I didn't think you could really drink, come! Go on, full! I've got to drink you today! ”

Watching the two clink glasses again, Jiang Feng sighed, although he felt that this storm ale wine tasted good, but after three cups, he couldn't bear it a little, and the stamina was so strong that he had to mobilize his magic power to suppress it so that he didn't want to vomit.

The others are similar, except for Guo Liang, who has drunk five cups and doesn't speak much with his tongue, the others have no combat effectiveness.

Only Feng Xinhong and Doyle Kent are really worthy of the sea, both of them have now drunk 15 glasses of storm ale, and from the beginning of the toast for a casual reason, it seems to have risen to the height of whether the tribe can drink or the alliance can drink.

"Huh? It's gone? Two more barrels! ”

When the fourth barrel of Storm Ale was also drunk, Doyle Kent beckoned and asked the waiter for two more barrels.

And the trolls who had been paying attention to Jiang Feng and their table since the time of the quarrel also showed a look of surprise, they all knew very well how strong the storm ale was, and it was enough for them to drink a barrel, but today these two escaped from the endless sea.

"Hiccup!" Feng Xinhong burped, "Boss Doyle, I think you can't sit still, or forget it?" ”

"Phew!" Doyle Kent took a sip, "It's your eyes that are shaking, and the fortress I'm sitting on is stable!" ”

"Okay! Then come on, I have to give you a drink today! ”

"I'll let you know what it will cost to provoke Doyle Kent, come!"

Feng Xinhong was just about to fill himself with another glass after speaking, but suddenly threw the cup aside as if he was troublesome, and directly picked up the wine barrel and said, "This barrel, I will dry it directly!" ”

"Okay! I'm afraid you won't make it! Dalle Kent slapped the glass in front of him, picked up the barrel and put it to his mouth.

"Tons of tons of ......"

"Goodo......"

The scene of the two people drinking made all the trolls watching next to them look stupid, they really hadn't seen this kind of formation before.

Although Jiang Feng was also a little worried about whether Feng Xinhong would drink too much, at this time he knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he had to stand silently by the side.

"Whew!"

At this time, I don't know which onlooker troll suddenly roared, and then the other onlookers also stood up and shouted.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!"

Although Jiang Feng didn't know what this meant, he probably followed the "drink!" "Drink!" "Drink!" The lines of this heckling are similar.

But just when the atmosphere of the whole bar was at its peak, the door of the bar was suddenly kicked open, and a troll with two skull sticks stuck in his back rushed in and yelled two troll words that Jiang Feng couldn't understand.

"Well, sure enough, it came." At this time, Quimper sighed and said.

"Who are they?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The Broken Teeth are the little gangsters of Rocco Island, and it's their gang that just came to provoke us."

"Oh~" Jiang Feng nodded, "So this is looking for trouble?" ”

"Well, but the people I called will be here soon, don't worry, I'll deal with them first."

Quimper walked over to the troll with the skull stick stuck in his back.

The trolls who were watching suddenly became even happier, and after watching the fight, they were able to watch the fight again, and the show was simply too rich.

"Hah!"

Just as Quimper walked in front of the skeletal stick troll, Feng Xinhong took the lead in drinking the storm ale in the barrel, and after taking a breath, he smashed the barrel to pieces, and there was indeed not a drop of wine left in it.

Jiang Feng had to sigh with emotion, there is a specialization in the art industry, the warrior monk is really a talent bonus in drinking, even if Doyle Kent is so strong, it seems that there are signs of losing.