Back in the valley where the tribe lived, the old patriarch couldn't help but be surprised when he saw them come back neatly dressed and armored, as if they hadn't gone through any battle, and only after listening to Jones tell what had happened, he couldn't help but shout loudly that Jiajing was a warrior sent by God to help them, and he couldn't help but pull Jiajing to drink and celebrate.

Dwarves can skip meals, but they must never do without ale, and they tend to entertain friends with their favorite ale. The green dwarves were forced to leave their caves and take all the stored ale out before leaving, but the rye planted in the cave could not be transferred, and they went to the valley to find some shady and damp places to grow rye, and the harvest was not so fast, and the more the ale was drunk, the less the ale was, and everyone had to control the amount of wine.

Happy today, the old patriarch asked someone to move all the remaining dozen altars to greet Jiajing.

These ale wines are similar to the beers in Guangdong, Jiajing and Punal are used to drinking Yihong's high-altitude wine, and now drinking these ale wines is no different from drinking water, and they put a jar full of wine into their stomachs in three or two clicks.

The old patriarch saw that Jiajing and the Storm Bear brothers could drink like this, and his face slowly became a little embarrassed.

Hundreds of dwarves gathered in a flat valley to eat barbecue, and the warriors who went out with Jiajing told other dwarven women and children about the legendary deeds of Jiajing alone in scaring off many robbers.

However, when they saw Jiajing drinking, their faces also changed slightly.

They silently brought all the ale that had been distributed to them to the old patriarch.

They didn't feel sorry for Jiajing and drank their few ales as if they were drinking water.

Dwarves have always been bold and generous to their friends, and not having enough wine for their friends to drink is a shame and disrespect to their friends.

Seeing the dwarf's unnatural expression, Yan Mei couldn't help but ask curiously, "Old patriarch, didn't you say that you all like to drink ale? Why don't you drink it now?"

When the old patriarch heard this, he sighed: "Miss Yanmei, you also know that we were driven out of the cave by five sharp armor poison earth dragons, and the rye planted in the cave cannot be transferred, so there is no way to continue brewing ale wine in a short period of time, don't hide it from friends, these dozen jars of ale wine are already all our inventory, and it will not be until a hundred days later, the rye we planted here can grow seeds, let us re-brew ale, now there is not enough ale wine for friends to drink, we are really ashamed!"

Jiajing frowned: "Is the Sharp Armor Poison Earth Dragon very powerful?"

The old patriarch nodded and said sadly: "The Sharp Armor Poison Earth Dragon is the descendant of the venom dragon and the sharp red-eyed griffin, it is very powerful among the wurm beasts, and like the bipedal wyvern of the Sunset Swamp, their fangs and claws are highly poisonous, although they can't fly, and they can't do any magic, but their scale armor is extremely hard, even harder than a real dragon!" Normal physical attacks don't do anything to them, we green dwarves don't know how to do magic, there is nothing we can do with them, although we have closed the tunnel to their lair, but the water source has been occupied by them, and the water is also contaminated by venom, so we have no choice but to withdraw from the cave and move here. ”

Jiajing analyzed: "It's not safe here, although the robbers have retreated, and promised that they will not come again in the future, but it is difficult for other robbers to say whether they will come again......

The old patriarch sighed: "There is no way to do it, if there are more robbers coming, we can only take up arms to fight them, but we have already sent people to investigate whether there is a suitable place to live nearby, it really can't work, we will find a new place to find a new place to live." ”

Jiajing took a sip of ale wine: "There is a territory in the north of the Great Wasteland, if you don't mind, you can move to my territory to settle down, then you are not afraid of another robber sneak attack." ”

The old patriarch shook his head and said: "Thank you for your kindness, our living habits are different from yours, we are used to living underground or in caves, we can't stay here for long, and we can't grow rye in ordinary places, without ale, we are equivalent to losing our lives." ”

Jiajing's wishful thinking failed again, but fortunately this time he didn't spend a lot of money like buying Hancock, and there was nothing to lose, so he took a sip of wine depressedly: "You dwarves are good at forging, those giant axes are really sharp, and they don't look like they are forged with ordinary steel." ”

Jones smiled and said proudly: "That's a giant axe forged by fire steel, we found a small fire steel ore vein in the place where we used to live, and excavated more than 30,000 catties of fire steel, so we used half of it to build these giant axes and short knives, don't look at this giant axe is small, and the weight is more than 100 catties!"

Those giant axes were still small in his eyes, and Jiajing was really speechless.

The old patriarch smiled bitterly and said: "Those robbers came just to rob us of the metal we excavated and refined, we green dwarves are good at digging and accumulating a lot of metal, but these robbers don't know that when we moved out, the metal was too heavy to bring out, so they were all stored in the cave where we used to live, even if they killed us all, they couldn't find a trace of metal." ”

Jiajing shook his head secretly, this old patriarch, it seems that the old man is a little confused, the giant axe and short knife in the hands of the dwarf are the best wealth, such a fire steel giant axe is worth a thousand gold in the human empire.

The tribe's hundred giant axes and short knives are already a huge wealth of hundreds of thousands!

Jones is not only a powerful warrior in the tribe, but also a good forger, he snorted disdainfully: "Those people think that if they get our metal, they can make good weapons, and the level of human crafting, even if they are given the best metal, they can't make good weapons!"

When Jiajing heard this, he couldn't help but secretly talk about Jones's arrogance, so he quipped: "There is a small dagger below, which is made by humans, and the sharpness is probably not under the fire steel giant axe." ”

Jones drank a few bowls of ale, his tone became louder, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but immediately urge: "Brother Jiajing, take it out and show me how it is, I don't believe that the weapons made by humans can compare to the fire steel giant axes made by our dwarves!"

Jiajing laughed and took out the titanium alloy military dagger from the storage bracelet.

Like Jones's conceit, Jiajing did not believe that the military dagger made by humans using the hardest titanium, mixed with other metals, would be inferior to the giant axe that the dwarves struck with hammers.

Jones confidently took the dagger, looked at it intently, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, revealing a look of disbelief, and finally he couldn't help but pick up his fire steel giant axe, and the blade pulled hard against the axe blade, and the giant axe actually appeared a gap the size of a grain of rice!

Jones looked at the gap in the giant axe in a daze, and muttered as if he had lost his soul: "How can this be, how can this be? How is this made? Why can't I see it at all! No possibility! No possibility!"

When the rest of the dwarves saw the giant axe in Jones's hand, they were all dumbfounded and opened their mouths wide open, unable to believe that this was the truth!

This is a blade made of fire steel, which is one or two times harder than ordinary steel!

The old patriarch was also full of confidence in their fire steel giant axe, and when he saw this scene, he was also surprised, but after all, he was the patriarch, and he had much more knowledge than Jones, so he said to Jones suspiciously: "Jones, show it to me." ”

Jones was stunned and handed the dagger to the old patriarch.

The old patriarch looked at the dagger carefully, and then sighed deeply: "This dagger is something we can't make!Alas, Jones, now you know how powerful human technology is?!!

As he spoke, he turned to Jiajing and said, "Friend Jiajing, I don't know who made this dagger of yours, can you introduce it to the old dwarf?"

Jiajing shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, the person who made this dagger is no longer in this world." ”

What he meant was the person who made the dagger, in another dimension.

Of course, the old patriarch didn't know what Jiajing really meant, and thought that Jiajing said that the man was dead, so he showed a look of pity, shook his head regretfully, and sighed: "Alas! It's a pity, it's a pity!"

He reluctantly looked at the dagger in his hand, and wanted to hand it to Jiajing several times, but he was still reluctant to give it to him, for a dwarf who was intoxicated with forging techniques, seeing a weapon made with technology he couldn't understand was even more attractive than a dragon seeing a fist-sized night pearl.

He hesitated for a few moments, and then he raised his courage to ask: "Friend Jiajing, I don't know...... I don't know ......."

Jiajing looked at his eyes and knew that he wanted to ask for a dagger. There are still many daggers in the oil tanker, but Jiajing doesn't pay much attention to it: "I don't know what?"

The old patriarch hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't know if Jiajing's friend can give us this dagger!"

He looked at Jiajing fixedly, and when he saw that Jiajing just wanted to speak, he hurriedly said: "Of course, this dagger is a supreme divine weapon, its value is immeasurable, in order to repay our friends, we are willing to exchange a hundred catties of Mithril and other precious metals with our friends!"

Jiajing sighed in his heart, these dwarves are really rich! The shot is a hundred catties of extremely precious Mithril and other metals, no wonder those robbers will attack them on a large scale.

Jiajing couldn't imagine that this green dwarf tribe had lived here for hundreds of years, and the metal excavated was much more than that of the ordinary green dwarf tribe, and if Han Sen knew that the green dwarves hid so many precious metals, I am afraid that he would not be so easy to talk about and retreat.

Jiajing's mood can be described as a big ups and downs now, just now he was still regretting that he couldn't convince the green dwarf to join Badaling, and now he was excited that a military dagger could be exchanged for so many precious metals.

Jiajing smiled and agreed, looking very generous.

After receiving Jiajing's affirmative answer, the old patriarch also showed a smile on his face, and hurriedly put the dagger away close to his body, as if he was much younger, and said to Jones with a smile: "Jones, tomorrow morning, you will take Jiajing's friend back to the cave and give those metals to Jiajing's friend." ”

He was also secretly laughing in his heart, although those Mithril were precious, they were not as valuable as this artifact dagger.

The other messy magical metals have no practical use for the green dwarves except for money, and the green dwarves are not good at crafting magical equipment, and they are reluctant to throw them away, so they can only stay there.

Rather than making others blush and causing disaster, it is better to give it all to Jiajing.

It's better not to exchange these things for gold coins, if outsiders know that the tribe has exchanged a large amount of gold coins, those mercenary groups and bandit gangs will swarm like ants seeing honey, even if they hide in the depths of the cave, it will be difficult to escape the danger of extinction!

The wise old patriarch has long seen through this, he has no relative strength, but retains too much wealth, in this cruel world where the law of the jungle prevails, it means the same danger!

Jiajing's mood suddenly became cheerful, the expression on his face was like a sunny day after a rain, his depression was swept away, and he smiled excitedly and waved his hand: "Hahaha, don't be in a hurry, by the way, you don't have enough ale to drink, there are two barrels of home-brewed good wine in the car, I originally wanted to give it to friends who are far away, now I will take a bucket out for everyone to taste!"

The old patriarch was a little curious: "Brother Jiajing can also make wine?

This is the old patriarch's perfunctory words under the pleasure, the dwarves rarely drink other wine, they love ale alone, but now there is no ale, hearing Jiajing say that there is wine, although he thinks that the clan will not like it much, but he can only reluctantly settle.

Jiajing nodded, and said to Punal, who was bragging with the other dwarves, "Punal, go and bring a bucket of Biluo Chun." ”

Two barrels of Biluochun were placed on the giant armored beast cart they were riding in, and the Storm Bear brothers had already salivated, and when they heard Jiajing say that they would take a bucket to drink, they immediately laughed from ear to ear, answered, and hurriedly trotted to carry the wine.

The huge oak barrel contained more than 200 catties of Biluochun, and according to the dwarven ale's twenty catties per jar, there must be a weight of twelve or thirteen jars.

It's not enough for these drunken dwarves, but it can also give them a good taste of cravings, after all, many dwarves haven't had an ale for five or six days.

When the green dwarf saw Punal bringing such a barrel of wine, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and gathered around.

Avidson was more blunt, and cried out, "Brother Punal, get it out of here!" We are all dying, and though the human wine is not very good, and it is not as good as our ale, it can satisfy it. ”

Punal's eyes widened fist-like, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever: "What? It's not as good as your ale? Hey! When you've drunk it, you'll know that your ale doesn't taste much better than water!"

Jiajing still had some confidence in her Bi Luo Chun, smiled at Punal, and did not refute Avidson.

Punnard scraped off the wax that sealed the barrel, and then pulled the cork of the barrel, and a rich and mellow aroma suddenly overflowed with the night breeze.

After a period of improvement, Biluo Chun is now more mellow and fragrant than the one that has just started to be brewed.

These two barrels are still stored for a long time - the best in the spring of Biluo!

Just smelling the aroma of the wine, Avison's eyes suddenly became straight, and without saying much, he actually pushed the tall and burly Punnard aside, and the whole person lay on the top of the wine barrel, taking a deep breath of wine into the mouth, with a very cool expression!

The old patriarch stood up sharply and shouted, "It's so unbelievable! What are you doing, Avison!"

He stared at the barrel of wine with red eyes, as if it were his own, and immediately revealed his true intentions: "Why don't you hurry up and pour me a bowl to taste!"

Punal couldn't help laughing: "You little dwarf, you really haven't seen the world, just inhaling alcohol can get you drunk!"

Punnard was a bit of a knowledgeable person, and he believed that there were not many people who drank more biloch than him, and he was not as impatient as Avidson, but laughed at it. However, he didn't think that the first time he drank Billo Chun, he was not much better than Avidson.

In addition to their short stature and stoutness, the dwarves' love for wine is also incomparable to that of other races, and they are addicted to alcohol for both men and women.

Bi Luochun, which is more than 200 catties, has just been divided into more than 200 bowls, and the green dwarves have one bowl per person, and no one has more.

The old patriarch originally wanted to use the majesty of the patriarch to share an extra bowl, but when he saw the dwarves' eyes that seemed to be about to kill, he had to give up, but in the end, he trotted back and collected him, and the precious porcelain bowl with half the capacity was taken out and poured a bowl full.

A bucket of Biluo Spring has already conquered the green dwarf completely.

At the beginning, Avison couldn't help but drink half of his wine, and when he thought that there was only one bowl for each person, he was so distressed that he scolded himself for being confused, and then he could only drink it in small sips.

Looking at his pained and contented expression, Puna smiled and said, "Hey, dwarf, which wine is better than your ale?"

Avidson is much older than Punal, but compared to the long life of a dwarf, he is still a teenager, and Punal is tall and strong, and unceremoniously classifies him as his junior.

Avison smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Hehe, Brother Punal is right, our ale wine is really like water! It's strange, we have also drunk human wine before, why is it far less delicious than this wine? Punal, this wine can't really be brewed by Brother Jiajing, right?"

The old patriarch poured a large bowl of Biluo Chun, but he didn't drink it longer than the others.

He had drunk ale wine for more than 200 years, and now he knew that there was a wine that was a hundred times better than ale! He secretly glanced at the dwarves around him, secretly pulled Jiajing's clothes, coughed twice, and then whispered: "Ahem, Brother Jiajing, is there still a barrel of this wine?"

Jiajing nodded: "Yes, there is still a bucket." ”

The old patriarch hesitated for a moment: "This ...... Well, I said, friend Jiajing, can you give that barrel of wine to the old dwarf? I can give all those magic metals and mythril to my friends. ”

They lived in the cave for a long time, and they didn't know that Bi Luo Chun had to sell it in the Yi Red Tavern, so in order to get the remaining barrel of wine, they did not hesitate to give all the rare magic metals and Mithril in the clan to Jiajing.

Jiajing looked at the old patriarch's extremely expectant eyes, and muttered: "This is not good, I originally prepared two barrels to give to my friends in the countryside, but now I have drunk one bucket, if I give the rest to the patriarch, then ......"

The old patriarch's tone was anxious, and he hurriedly said: "We have almost five or six hundred catties of various magic metals, as well as more than three hundred catties of demon-repelling metal Mithril, which can be worth at least ten million gold outside!

Jiajing was slightly stunned, he had seen the old patriarch exchange a hundred catties of Mithril and other magic metals for his daggers, and he thought that they didn't know the preciousness of magic metals, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Jiajing's mind turned around, and he shook his head and refused: "No, no, no, this is going to be given to the villagers, but it's ......"

When the old patriarch heard Jiajing say no, his face was suddenly full of disappointment, but now that he heard Jiajing's tone change, he seemed to have some hope, so he asked him urgently: "But what?"

Jiajing smiled slightly: "This Biluo Chun is brewed by our Yihong Wine House, our winery is in Badaling, although the output of Biluo Chun is not much, most of it has to be sold to various wine merchants, but we also have other fine wines, which are not much different from Biluo Chun, if you move to Badaling and settle down there, the wine is not for you to drink!"

The old patriarch couldn't believe it and said, "What you said is true? There are many more such wines, let's drink them ?!!."