"No, it's gone...... Big, big man, do you still have it? Give me another bucket, give me another bucket ......"

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"I still have a lot of wine, but it's not difficult to drink it, you have to help me do something."

Du Teng said with a grin, like a little fox stealing grapes.

"Errand...... Errands? What to do? Don't think you'll do anything if you give me a barrel of wine...... Although this wine is really delicious...... Belch...... But I don't help with everything...... Hiccup......"

The brain is not confused, and it is not easy.

"Actually, it's not difficult, I'm here today to discuss some things with your patriarch, Vorstad Brute Hammer Leader."

"Looking for, looking for the patriarch? No, no, the patriarch doesn't just meet outsiders...... I'm not drinking anymore, so let's go......"

As soon as Bullock heard Du Teng's words, he quickly shook his head, and his body shook with it, obviously now that he was drunk, he sat even more unsteadily. But his brain was still not confused, and he immediately refused.

"In fact, my name is Lim Greyman, and I am the prince of the Kingdom of Gilney, and I am here today because of important matters related to the two countries, so please inform me, believe me, I am here with friendship."

Du Teng said, raised his hand again, and threw out something.

Brock subconsciously caught it, and when he looked down, it was actually a scroll, and the wax seal was the symbol of the Kingdom of Gilness.

A shield-shaped emblem, topped by a skull flanked by a lampshade and flanked by a ring of roses...... That's right, it's the Gilneth logo.

Looking up at the male human on the opposite side, with the aesthetics of a dwarf, he looks too thin, not heroic at all, but his strength is good, he is obviously a warrior, but he can walk in the air. The giant sword on his back was obviously not ordinary, even if he was drunk, Brock could still feel the extremely powerful power from this sword, and it was obviously a powerful enchanted weapon.

Such a powerful weapon, Brock had only felt on the Thunder Hammer in the hands of the patriarch, and even the weapon in the hands of the team leader might not be as powerful as the long sword behind the male human.

Bullock did not doubt the identity of the other party, the dwarf itself was upright, and in his opinion, a person who could have such a strong strength and at the same time have such a powerful weapon was obviously impossible to be an ordinary person. A prince is qualified to have all this.

At this time, looking at the human beings opposite, the mark of Gilneth on the armor was obvious, and compared to the princes of other human kingdoms, this one was not bad at all.

"Since it's His Royal Highness the Prince...... Belch...... Then come with me......"

For the prince of a country, Brock is still not too rude. In fact, if Duten had reported himself as soon as he came up, Bullock would probably not have stopped him.

The dwarves are upright, they are not fools.

Compared to the strength of humans, dwarves are undoubtedly weak. And dwarves are not exclusive to humans, if ordinary people can come up with good wine, they have a great chance of getting the friendship of dwarves, let alone a prince?

Now that Duten had brought out such a delicious wine, Brock had no reason to refuse.

Confirming the identity of the other party, Brock took the scroll into his arms, patted the griffon's head, and drove the griffin to turn and fly back in the midst of the other party's dissatisfied chirp. Du Teng stepped on the air and followed closely behind Brock, approaching the Eagle's Nest Mountain.

On the bright side of Eagle's Nest Mountain is a large mountain, and in the distance, you can only see buildings with a strong dwarf style built on the mountainside. Coarse, heavy, and gives a very strong and sturdy feel.

As the distance closes, Duten gradually feels the majesty of these buildings.

The passage, which is almost trimmed from the base of the mountain all the way to the halfway point of the mountain, is made up of rocks and gives it a raw-wild feel.

Griffon Storm Riders were constantly taking off and landing around, and everyone was curious about Duten behind Bullock. There were even female dwarven knights inside, wearing helmets slightly smaller than those of male dwarves, hiding their equally dark faces.

These dwarven women also have no body to speak of, and their bodies are bucket-shaped as always, as thick as they are at the top, as thick as they are below, and their arms and legs are also thick, according to human aesthetics...... It's basically impossible to like this kind of woman.

In fact, dwarven females do not look down on humans, just as dwarven males think that human males are too thin, so do dwarven females.

In their world, only men who are stout enough are handsome. The thicker the waistline, the more muscular, and the more lush the beard, the more handsome the person will be. On the contrary, white and pure human beings are really not their food.

Interracial love is basically impossible to exist, and not to mention the differences in living habits and cultures, aesthetics alone are enough to cut off the possibility of those beautiful interracial love in the mouth of any bard.

Curious or strange, no dwarven knights came to stop or ask anything. Duten followed behind Brock and smoothly entered the interior of Eagle's Nest Mountain.

Like Ironforge, the belly of Eagle's Nest Mountain has been hollowed out by these short men, and the vast space is supported by countless pillars, large and small, with burning lava and tinkling sounds.

Dwarves are recognized as masters of blacksmithing, and almost all of their clan can do it, even women and children have good blacksmithing skills. This is true of almost all dwarves.

The griffons returned home smoothly, the griffon's lair was not far from the furnace, and these big guys were not too hot, anyway, Du Teng had only been in for a long time, and he couldn't stand the temperature here. He hurriedly used his wand to attach a thermostatic charm to his body, no matter how the outside temperature changed, the temperature within the protection range of the spell was constant.

The griffin landed, and Brock jumped off the griffin, his feet were weak, and he actually fell down rarely.

This scene caused the surrounding dwarves to burst into laughter, which made Bullock, who was already blushing, even more annoyed.

"What are you laughing at...... Belch...... I'm just, just a little too much to drink......"

No one else can see it without him explaining.

The dwarves are heavy drinkers, and outsiders know it, and their own people know that the dwarven army is the only army in all of Azeroth that does not even drink in battle. For dwarves, drinking in moderation not only does not affect their combat effectiveness, on the contrary, it makes them stronger.

It's just that Brock is obviously a bit overdone now, but fortunately, this situation usually happens occasionally, so the dwarves around him don't care. After laughing, they continued to be busy with their own things.

Bullock led Duten out of the griffon's lair and towards the very center of the Eagle's Nest.

Like Ironforge, it is a great furnace and home to the leader of the Hammer tribe, Vorstad Hammer. (To be continued.) )