The bearded spirit who appeared in front of Du Teng had a body as thick as a bucket, and it was the same up and down, and there was basically no so-called figure at all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A big beard hung on his chest, and it didn't seem to bury their reputation as beard spirits.

The Hammer Dwarves are almost identical in shape and appearance to the other Dwarves. They often wear beads on their hair and beard for good luck, as well as tattoos of the Shining Spirit on their chests and backs. Hammer dwarves riding griffons often have rough and dark skin from high winds and bright light.

On the continent of Lordaeron, the Hammer Dwarves are mainly inhabited in the area around the Eagle's Nest, and the area has not yet been touched by the undead legions. Although the Hammer Dwarves are not close to other races, some of them follow the Alliance on a boat trip to the continent of Kalimdor. On the continent of Kalimdor, the Hammer Dwarves do not have a specific settlement, but prefer to live in the mountains or other areas far from the population.

The Hammer Dwarves do not care about humans or Ironforge Dwarves, but they do have dealings with the High Elves from time to time. The appearance of the Blood Elves of the Primordial Plane surprised the Hammer Dwarves, and they began to re-examine their old friends over the years. The Hammer Dwarves don't have a particular opinion of the Night Elves, but they guess that they should be able to get along with these same nature-worshipping races.

Ironically, in terms of personality, the Hammer Dwarves are better suited to join the Horde than the Alliance. But years of war and mistrust have led to a lack of dialogue between them. Like the other races in the Alliance, the Hammer Dwarves have fought against two generations of orcs before and after, so the hatred is not so easy to extinguish. While they appreciate the tenacious fighting power of the orcs, they don't trust them at all. Perhaps common ground may be found between the Hammer Dwarves and the Minotaurs, who share the same respect for nature, use elemental magic, and are quite tough in hand-to-hand combat. Although the Hammer Dwarves are more savage than the Minotaurs, the two races may eventually become friends.

As for who the Hammer Dwarves hate the most, it's undoubtedly the goblins. Not only do these technocratic little creatures not believe in nature, but they often destroy entire forests. For the Brutehammer Dwarves, the goblins are even more hateful than the Orcs.

Fortunately, Du Teng is a human being, a pure human being, so he was only blocked, not directly attacked.

Duten observed the dwarves on the opposite side, with the obvious characteristics of a brute-hammer dwarf. Tattoos, pendants on the beard, dark skin, and that rude expression......

"Big man! Get out of the Eagle's Nest, this is not the place for you! ”

Just because they're on the same side as humans doesn't mean they welcome strangers.

So Duten was not annoyed.

As for the scolding words in this short guy's mouth, he selectively ignored them, in the face of these short-quartered men with rough nerves, whoever is more serious will really lose.

So Du Teng didn't rush to speak, but reached into the small cloth bag on his waist and took out a very small wooden barrel from it. This is not a miniature wooden barrel shrunken by the magic of space, but more than a dozen real small wooden barrels specially prepared. It's not much bigger than a regular wine glass, and it's basically enough to hold one glass. What we are doing is to cope with the current situation.

"I've heard that all dwarves are good drinkers, and that the Hammer Dwarves are even stronger than the other two dwarves...... So, give it a try? ”

Du Teng chuckled lightly and threw the barrel in his hand over.

"Humph! Cunning humans! Don't think you can buy the great Bullock with a glass of wine! ”

However, the bearded spirit on the other side did not appreciate it, and although he reached out to catch the small wine barrel, his face was still very unsightly. Of course, this may also have something to do with his skin color, and the black is responsible, as long as it's not a smile, it's basically not good-looking.

Du Teng still didn't mind, just raised his hand and asked the dwarf to taste it.

The dwarf who called himself Brock looked at Duten suspiciously, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of fine wine...... The barrel had just been acquired, and the aroma of the wine had already wafted into his nostrils. It was almost a well-known fact that the dwarves were addicted to alcohol, and now the smell of wine that penetrated the barrel instantly aroused the cravings in his stomach.

Swallowing hard, Bullock opened the lid of the small barrel with some impatience.

In the next second, an incomparably strong aroma of wine suddenly spread.

The dwarf's eyes widened.

The griffon beneath him let out a chirping scream, and its wings suddenly flapped a few times, as if there was some urgency in the sound.

However, the miraculous thing is that Bullock, who was sitting on the back of the griffin, obviously had his body up and down violently, but he did not spill even a drop in his hand. He reached out and touched the griffin's head to reassure him, while in the other hand he held the small wine barrel, threw his head back sharply, and poured a large gulp into his mouth.

The next time, the short man who was pitch black, and his skin suddenly became black and red.

The little eyes were round, his breath was held, and his eyes looked at Du Teng in a daze, and his eyes became blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, just when Du Teng began to worry about whether the other party would be directly suffocated, the dwarf on the opposite side suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Good...... Hiccup - Good wine! ”

After a long sigh of relief, a big hiccup lasted for more than ten seconds, and after the hiccup, the dwarf released this breath of wine, and the dwarf's body couldn't help shaking, and he hurriedly reached out to hold the saddle and stabilize his body, and then the dwarf shouted loudly.

The griffin under him became even more excited, its wings fanned like two fans, and the ups and downs became more intense, and now even Du Teng could see the griffin's intentions.

Wine!

I didn't expect the dwarves to be addicted to alcohol, and the griffins raised by the dwarves were also addicted to alcohol, but I don't know if this is an isolated case or a common situation. But now it seems to be a good thing, so that the cold-faced dwarves can't help but shout "good wine", as a stepping stone, it is obviously enough.

Sure enough, Brock, who took another sip of wine, looked at Du Teng a lot softer while his eyes were more confused.

"You, you big man, good, good...... You, what's the matter with you? We're here, we don't just let people in, and if you're okay, I won't let you through...... Belch! ”

Bullock sat on the griffon's back and poured another sip of wine as he spoke.

Take three sips and drink a small keg clean. Although the amount is not large, it is so strong that the most drinkable warriors in Stratholme dare not pour it down like this, which shows that these dwarves are really great at drinking.

Du Teng listened to the dwarf's words, and finally laughed.

If you loosen your mouth, that's easy. (To be continued.) )