"We dwarves were forced by him to have no way to escape, so we had to survive on the edge of the Southern Celestial Realm. ”

When the Sword Emperor talked about this sad history, it was a handful of snot and tears, as if he had experienced the demise of the dwarf race. Then in the name of the Blue Emperor, he said it again. The members of the dwarven tribe resisted bravely, but how they were defeated and how they fled from the north to the south, and finally could only survive in the harsh environment of the chaotic domain.

At the moment, there are few members of the dwarven tribe left, and he has survived with the help of a few friends. Because the current height of the Sword Emperor is one meter three, he can also pretend to be a short man among the human warriors. Coupled with Du Feng and Fu Xi's cover, they were barely able to operate in the Heavenly Realm.

"Thank you two benefactors for keeping the flame alive for my dwarf clan. ”

After hearing this, the dwarven village chief hurriedly expressed his gratitude to Du Feng and Fu Xi. Fu Xi was still a little embarrassed, because these touching stories were actually made up by the Sword Emperor, and they didn't exist at all.

"These are all things we should do, and we will not hesitate to stick a knife in the ribs of our friends. ”

Du Feng was not as thin as Fu Xi's face, he accepted the gratitude of the dwarf village chief unceremoniously, and picked up a glass of wine and drank it. The cooperation between the Sword Emperor and Du Feng can be said to be seamless, confusing a dwarf village chief.

"Oh, no. I remember that the book said that our dwarf tribe developed in the Eastern Heavenly Realm. Why did you rush from the Northern Heavenly Realm to the Southern Heavenly Realm? ”

The dwarven village chief drank a glass of wine and suddenly remembered. He had read in the books that recorded the history of the dwarven tribe that the lover group had developed well in the Eastern Heavenly Realm back then.

Belch...... The dwarven village chief suddenly pointed out the loophole in the story just now, which made Fuxi nervous. How embarrassing it would be if someone revealed his identity.

"Ah, it turns out that our dwarven tribe has such a glorious history. That hateful Blue Emperor is so resolute. ”

The Sword Emperor stood up and smashed the wine glass to the ground with a snap, looking filled with righteous indignation.

"That's right, you're young, maybe our dwarven tribe has already fallen by the time you exist. ”

The dwarven village chief thought to himself, the history of the dwarf tribe that prospered in the Eastern Heaven Realm back then was too long away from now. Or was he forced from the Eastern Heavenly Realm to get mixed up, so he had to go to the Northern Heavenly Realm. As a result, when he encountered the Blue Emperor in the Northern Heavenly Realm, the situation became even worse, and he had to retreat to the edge of the Southern Heavenly Realm.

You must know that the edge of the Southern Heavenly Realm intersects with the Dragon Realm, and there is a chaotic place in the middle, where there is no grass and dust floating everywhere, and the environment is not ordinarily harsh. Thinking of this, the dwarven village chief couldn't help but burst into tears.

This...... Fuxi was really embarrassed. Because the Sword Emperor and Du Feng were so ruthless, they actually made the dwarf village chief cry. The dwarven tribe may have really been wiped out, and it is really possible that the Blue Emperor was destroyed in the first place. But it's definitely not what the Sword Emperor said, because this story was just made up by him.

"Come to the village elder, I will toast you. ”

Du Feng saw that the heat was almost over, and he couldn't let the Sword Emperor flicker any longer, as the saying goes, if you say too much, you will lose. So he took the initiative to pick up his glass and toasted the dwarf village chief with a glass of wine.

"Don't call me village chief, just call me by my name Wang Qiang!"

The dwarven village chief was also so moved by them that he even said his name. You must know that they are usually dwarves, but they never tell outsiders their real names, not even their surnames.

"By the way, brother, what's your name. ”

The dwarven village chief had already regarded the Sword Emperor as a brother of the same clan, so he also asked for his name.

"Oh, my surname is Jia Liang!"

The Sword Emperor replied to him casually, his face was not red and his heart was not beating when he spoke, it didn't look like he was saying a fake name at all.

"Okay, a cup to Wang Qiang, a glass to Jia Liang, let's toast to the future of the dwarf race. ”

Du Feng hurriedly answered, and then fooled everyone to drink this cup together. Fu Xi also took a drink, although the drink was a little inexplicable, but he always felt that the set of words that Du Feng just said was quite familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Brother Qiang, I, Jia Liang, toast you alone, we are sympathetic to each other!"

The Sword Emperor pretended to be a survivor of the dwarf race, and his background was even worse than that of the dwarves who were currently trapped in the Yunwu Secret Realm. So he was not wrong when he said that he was sympathetic.

"Good brother, I'll do it first!"

After the dwarf village chief finished speaking, he drank another glass, and in this way, the Sword Emperor and Du Feng took turns to drink him. By the time the barbecue came up, the dwarven village chief was already dizzy from drinking.

Du Feng made a look and asked the women who served everyone to retreat first. He could already see that several human women were afraid of the village chief. The other villagers, although they also stared at the human female warrior, no one dared to approach them.

I have to say that the dwarf village chief's alcohol consumption is really good, although he is a little dizzy after being controlled in turn, but he is not drunk. You must know that Du Feng and the Sword Emperor are not ordinary drinkers, and the two of them together did not pour down the village chief. There was one person who got drunk first, and it was Fuxi, who was known to be very drinkable.

Fu Xi practiced fire attribute exercises, and theoretically the amount of alcohol was quite large. But the wine of the dwarf village cannot be resolved with exercises. After drinking it, it is all supported by the amount of alcohol you drink. He was a big man more than two meters tall, and he fell down after a few rounds of drinking.

By the time the barbecue was served, Fuxi was already snoring.

"Hahaha, your brother can't drink much, it's useless to just grow a big man. ”

The dwarven village chief didn't like tall warriors either, but of course he was referring to male warriors. Because of the tall and well-built female warrior, he likes it very much. When I was drinking just now, I kept staring at the waist of a tall female warrior.

"Yes, yes, the bigger the person, the less you can drink. ”

Du Feng hurriedly slapped a sycophant, and pretended to be dizzy and about to fall. Because he is currently taller than the Sword Emperor, according to the theory of the dwarven village chief, the shorter he is, the more he can drink, so it is natural that the Sword Emperor has a relatively large amount of alcohol.

In fact, in the last few cups just now, Du Feng drank more. He was mainly afraid that the Sword Emperor would not be able to control his body after drinking too much, and if he exposed his five-meter height again, it would be troublesome. You must know that the dwarves and the giants are feuding.

But what's interesting is that although the giant clan is very violent, in fact, people have been almost wiped out by human warriors. The remaining giants have taken refuge in some marginal areas or deserted islands to survive.

(End of chapter)