When the dwarves and elves arrived outside the camp of Andrarui at the foot of the Shattered Hollow Mountain, the faces of the children of the abyss were almost gloomy and could drip water.

With the exception of a few elders who were clearly talkers, all the dwarves and elves were almost fully armed. A longbow carved with thorns and leaf veins, a sword wrapped in a leather sheath, a heavy shield with a dull sheen, and a simple and heavy hammer and steel axe, all of these show the demons in simple fur to the deep heritage of the Garlandia alien race.

The demons who had never seen metal could only guess by feeling that those inconspicuous heavy weapons could be more destructive than the same weight of stones. Andre was more concerned about the killing weapons that more than a dozen elves carried behind him, and if the cowards who relied on the rudimentary trenches and dense formations could still use bamboo spears to resist the dwarven charge a little. Then under the accumulation of nearly twenty archers, Andrei's subordinates will have no power to fight back!

Although the appearance of the dwarves had made the Children of the Abyss a little prepared for the appearance of the elves, he really did not want to see these long-eared aliens who were known for their appearance on such an occasion.

Although the intimidating power of the dwarves and elves had brought the nerves of the children of the abyss to the brink of exploding, Andrei's inner sanity told him that the stronger the other party, the more he could not be frightened. Not only should you not show weakness, but at the same time, you must not behave too badly, so as not to touch the tense nerves of these heavily armed warriors.

Changing into a smile that pretended to be as calm as possible, at this moment, Andre seemed to have no sense of the powerful aura of the alien warriors at all, and the words in his mouth showed that the children of the abyss did not attach much importance to the armament of elves and dwarves.

"My friend, dear Mr. Barot, did your people come to visit our camp while they were on their way out hunting?" Andre's smile quickly turned cold, "but there is no strong enough prey near our camp to allow these warriors armed to the teeth to show their skills. Or did you come to our tribe in a horde of people without putting yourself in the place of guests?"

The gray-haired elders in the front row of the line glanced at each other, their thoughtful expressions showing that they could not only understand Andrei's pure abyssal language, but also understand the question behind his words.

In the face of a group of vicious guests with explosive force value, I am afraid that if I don't agree with each other, the guest and the host will soon be transposed.

"I wonder if the beautiful pointy-eared friend here is the rumored elf?"

"The elves who have lived here for generations on behalf of the village of Thornleaf greet the noble children of the abyss, warriors and orphans who have settled here with the collapse of the limestone mountain, and who have grown with the forest since the mountain appeared. Welcome you and your people to the land sheltered by the radiance of Abis. "The older druids have waist-length hair and a long gray beard that reaches their chests, and their flowing style still looks a bit imposing. Even if there are obvious lines of age on the face, there is still an air of elegance.

"Although the Shattered Sky Mountain originates from Garlandia, it always belongs to the Demon Realm. You have lived here for a long time, but since you have come, you are my guests of André Gosarez. Andre looked at the druid with a smile, you said that you are the master of this mountain, and we are also men who can call themselves bastards of the will of the world, and the name of your elf is not written on the mountain, Lao Tzu is not so easy to fool.

"It's not Andrari's way of hospitality to keep guests in front of your house, so please come in and talk. The Children of the Abyss gestured to please, "The camp is shabby, and the hospitality is not considerate, please forgive me." ”

Elder Barton and the druids exchanged glances, then led the way into the camp where the rudimentary bushes were used as "gates."

The dwarven and elven warriors had always looked calm, apparently not feeling much of a threat to them with just a few demon leaders leading a group of weak cowards. Especially with their poor equipment, they even concentrated their crude bamboo spears, which could be used as weapons, on one side of the camp.

When the dwarves and elves rushed in, the empty flat ground in the middle of the camp seemed a little crowded.

"I wonder if you have come from afar to communicate with each other for the benefit of each other's clans?" Andre motioned to the succubi around him to present small bamboo cups to the elders of the alien race.

"With all due respect, Andrari is more organized than the other demon tribes we've seen, but the items you make aren't necessary for elves and dwarves. Marselian unceremoniously pointed out the backwardness of the demons, although in the eyes of Andrei's subordinates, his clan was already very wealthy, with a surplus of food. But compared to the elves and dwarves, they really didn't have much to handle.

No matter how delicious the food of the demons is, it can only be regarded as a luxury, not a necessary material and tool. The elves and the elders of the dwarves have already discussed, as long as this group of demons stays honestly on the outskirts of the Shattered Sky Mountain, then they can't afford to bother to clean up these alien races that can't form a large-scale combat power when the situation is unclear.

"Mr. Marcellion's words are a bit arbitrary, aren't they?" The Child of the Abyss still kept a faint smile on his face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The druid glanced at Barton Limestone beside him, he and the dwarven elders were also old friends who had a tacit understanding, and the one who had said good before was singing red face and the other black face. At this moment, when the dwarf degraded these backward demons to worthlessness, Barton stopped talking.

Marselian quietly kicked the dwarf on his side with his right heel very covertly, and during the war, this kind of thing of the plank road was dark and the experienced druid did not do less.

Although the dwarf received the hint, he still did not speak, but instead motioned to the druid to pay attention to the bamboo cup given by the succubus. The unhurried appearance really looks like a business deal.

It's just that the son of the abyss opposite him looked at the dwarven elder's silent appearance, and gradually laughed more and more happily.

Although the druids had already quietly detected that the contents of these bamboo cups were completely non-poisonous through the magic given by the goddess Garlandia, they were still not sure what Barton meant.

After taking a sip of his mouth, the druid suddenly frowned and stopped speaking.

Brewing is a great thing for elves and dwarves, and in the whispering forest, which is called the home of all elves, the Hundred Flowers Aged Brew made from a variety of honey and flower petals is one of the best, and has been regarded as a rare treasure by the dwarves who are addicted to alcohol for thousands of years.

The pale green liquid in the bamboo cup was similar to the wine from Marcellion's hometown in terms of clarity and taste, and although he hadn't tasted it for hundreds of years, he hadn't forgotten that it took up to six months of fermentation and all sorts of other complicated processes before it could be truly completed. However, Alex, the scout, had already found out that this group of demons had set up camp here for less than two months.

Could it be that they were able to make wine worthy of fine wine in two months with just these rudimentary tools!?In the old druid's mind, mellow wine can only be made by the power of time, and he felt that the contents of this cup should be the treasure that the demons carried before they crossed the swamp.

In either case, such a sweet and soft wine is enough to impress the dwarves. The elves' complete winemaking process has long been lost in Thornleaf Village, and compared to Andrari's wines, the fruit wine that the druids can make so far is still too light. The dwarves' quest for bodied wine has long been obsessed with the formation of a special culture, and experienced tasters are regarded by the dwarves in Garlandia as a supreme achievement in life. Barton Limestone was very restrained after tasting this fine wine without showing any unusual expressions. If he had given the young dwarves behind him a taste, it would have been possible that the dwarven warriors of the entire Limestone tribe would have blocked the gates of this camp under the cover of night.

Casalon behind Elder Barton was already a little untenable, and the wine he tried to make was still scarce, and could only be supplied to the elven and dwarven leaders. However, as soon as the alcohol concentration of wine is high, the volatility also increases, and although the dwarf is not a keen sense of smell, the faint aroma of wine emitted still cannot escape the nose of some people who are addicted to alcohol. If it weren't for this kind of occasion, where the two sides were still unclear about each other, the druid estimated that this dishonest junior would have been tempted to come forward and ask for it.

"Your Excellency made this wine yourself?" Marcerien understood that the idea of not having contact with Andrarius was probably no longer possible, and it was better to let it go than to talk about it.

"Hah...... This is natural, I don't know if Andrarui's secret 'green amber' has also caught everyone's eyes?" Seeing that the gift he had carefully prepared had worked, Andre couldn't help but laugh proudly.

In addition to relying on the magic of time, another quicker way to make a good wine with enough alcohol purity is distillation and purification. Due to the lack of precision of the ceramic stills and the lack of a thermometer to control the temperature to prevent the excessive volatilization and escape of the alcohol vapors, the first game of the "Amber" series, which was supervised by Garuda himself, was finished in just three cans after several days of hard work. However, the consumption of low-alcohol puree for this purpose has exceeded that of the finished product by more than ten times.

With conjecture and experiments, the original solution with a purity of about 30 degrees was distilled, and then through a final blending process similar to that in the brewing industry, green fruit juice was added to neutralize the taste of the liquor, and the fragrance and sweet and soft taste of the fruit were added at the same time, and finally the "green amber" with a degree of nearly 20 degrees was achieved.

Although all the little bosses praised this magical liquid that made the blood "boil" all over the body during the tasting, no one thought that it was the small cup that really shook the elves and dwarves.

André's tradition of dwarven drinking is based on speculation from fantasy works from previous lives, and while there are always some unexpected discrepancies between story and reality, the Children of the Abyss also understand that aging wine is a sought-after luxury for any people he knows.

"It's okay, although there is still a little bit of a gap between His Excellency Andre's secret wine and the elves' secret wine. But you can complete such a work under these humble conditions, which is already a masterpiece. "Barton has lied with his conscience in order not to let the demons get too carried away, the elven wine is naturally good, but the dwarf elder who was born in the demon world and grew up in the Shattered Sky Mountain has never enjoyed authentic elven wine in his life. For the dwarves who have been isolated from their homeland, Andrei's "Green Amber" is already the best treasure he has ever tasted in his life!

The dwarven elder winked his eyes at the druid like a urchin, and the latter had already made up his mind with a decision. Fortunately, there are not many people in this group of demons, the equipment is backward, and the cowardly demons are more than eighty percent.

Let them go, Marcellion thought to himself.

"If these three cans of 'green amber' don't take more than half a month from fermentation to brewing, I wonder if the two of you will be a little interested?"

The druid looked at the dwarven elder staring at him, and sighed slightly, with nearly seven hundred years of life experience, he had already guessed the end of the matter - tomorrow all the elders of the Greystone Clan would lead a group of passionate young people with the most sincere enthusiasm to forcibly expand the gate of Andrarui's camp three times as much as it is now.

If the child of the abyss in front of him didn't pretend to be clever and use lies to whet the appetite of the solid-eyed dwarf......