The fat tiger stepped on the stool with one foot, and wielded a "long knife" in each hand. His face was raised high, leaving only a fat chin for the green hair.

"Now I know I'm scared, why did I go earlier? Let me tell you, if you can't make my fat and shaved grandfather happy today, grandpa, I will definitely let you not see the sun tomorrow!"

Fat Tiger was extremely arrogant in what he said, and as he shook his head fiercely, the fat on his chin also swayed back and forth, looking very funny.

But no one dared to laugh.

The strength of this big fat man is seen by everyone lightly, just one knife to the green hair to a bald head, this must be how many years of prostitution to practice such knife work? That's a human head, not an apple, a careless, hand shake, what you get is red and white brains all over the ground.

"Fat ...... Fat man, the little brother has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, and he offended you. The little brother wants to apologize, but how can I make you comfortable? The green hair asked tremblingly, he was completely frightened.

"Well," Fat Tiger shook his head again, "It's very simple, I like to drink, fat man, as long as you let me drink until I drink today, I'll let you go." Remember, ask for the dwarven wine. ”

He sat in his chair and smiled silently. He quietly watched the fat tiger show his majesty here. This kid hasn't wasted for a few days, and now he has the opportunity to release his nature, and of course he has to release all the previous backlog.

"Yes, yes, fat man, your consumption here today, little brother, I have all covered, I guarantee that you will drink to your heart's content!" Green Mao nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, stretched out his hand to call a bartender, and said: "Help me bring this gentleman a barrel of special wine first, if it is not enough, it will be on my account." ”

The words are very bold, but the green hair's heart is dripping blood.

The market price of a barrel of Dwarven craft brew is twenty gold coins here, which is enough money to buy a drink that will make you drink to death in other cities, but only a small barrel can be bought here.

The bartender was very happy to run to get the wine, and for every glass of wine sold, they all got a commission, and the commission for a barrel of special wine was about two silver coins. Two silver coins were enough for them to go and get the wine willingly.

A barrel of special consignment was quickly taken by the bartender.

It was an oak barrel with a lid the size of a basin, about the height of a chair, and it contained about fifty glasses of the same specialty, and it was usually only drunk by dwarves with incredible strength, and not many dwarves could do that.

At this time, as a fat tiger, he actually wanted to do this, which immediately ushered in the cheers of the surrounding dwarves. The dwarves knew best how strong the special wine was, and this was the first time they had seen the Terrans challenge the dwarves' violent drinking.

"Come on!"

"Come on, Terran boy, I'm betting that you can fill this barrel for two gold coins, and if you do pour all this barrel of wine, I'll give you half of the bounty!"

Before this could be drunk, the gambling dwarves had already started the gambling market, and the odds of the fat tiger drinking this barrel of wine were 1 to 20.

The tavern was bustling with activity.

Fat Tiger heroically lifted the lid of the barrel, first held the barrel to signal to the people around him, and then raised the barrel high, and poured the crystal clear liquor into a large gulp.

He stood at such a height that everyone could clearly see the liquor sliding into his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa!" the crowd cheered, laughing and screaming.

The atmosphere was ignited. Some people even raised their wine glasses and drank with Fat Tiger, and the scene was as enthusiastic as a carnival party.

Today is definitely the happiest day for the owner of this shop, his turnover on this day has almost been the highest in the last month, and there has never been such a scene of drunkards buying alcohol like this before.

Whether you know or don't know, as long as everyone raises a glass, everyone is a friend, so the next scene becomes a glass of drinking, let go of all sorrows, and everyone's happiness rises!

It didn't take long for a barrel of special consortment to bottom. Fat Tiger jerked down the barrel, burped, and shouted, "Enjoy!

"Oh, awesome, hero!" someone shouted.

With a shrill whistle, the bartender quickly brought another barrel of wine. Fat Tiger unfearlessly slapped the lid of the keg, and then poured it again.

"Toot toot toot!

Some dwarves played their horns, others played accordions, even the harpsichord in the corner, which had been dusty for a long time, was played again, and even the minstrels, who played their best flutes and trumpets, and this group of versatile people completely brought the atmosphere of the whole tavern to life.

"I've decided that I'll invite everyone here to drink today, and let's have a good party together!" said the tavernkeeper, who had a blonde beard on his chin and was tied into neat pigtails, slapping the top of the bar and yelling angrily. He even took out the ribbon salute from under the counter, which was expected to be used on the day of the death of the god of casting, and opened it, scattering colorful ribbons that symbolized joy.

Everyone at the banquet drank and used a ribbon salute that was only used on special occasions, and the value of so many things far exceeded the benefits he had made today, but he didn't care.

Dwarves are the most hospitable race, and their fiery temper makes them easy to be blown up at the slightest bit, and they are also easily driven by a joyful atmosphere, and they can do some very outrageous things in the near future, which is related to their natural optimistic nature. At least no race has ever been as happy at the festival as the dwarves. If he could visit on the day of the Casting God Festival, he would be able to enjoy one of the ten famous landscapes in the continent - the starry sky and spark rain.

That night, all the dwarves in the city will light fireworks, and the whole black sky will be like a curtain, and then a thousand flowers will bloom.

"Ha, I like this boy!" shouted an old dwarf whose beard had long since turned gray, his face flushed with excitement.

"Master Tolstoy, Master Tolstoy, please calm down. A young dwarf who was following the old dwarf hurriedly patted the old dwarf on the chest and said, "The doctor has said that you must not be too excited, if you are yelling like this, regardless of your own body, I will forcibly take you back." ”

"Okay, okay, you hateful bastards, you can't let the old man have a good time. The old dwarf calmed his emotions for a moment, and then said in disgust.

"Master Tolstoy, we are also for your own good. The young man stood beside the old dwarf, trying to comfort him.

The old dwarf didn't pay attention to the young man, he twisted his head in the direction of the fat tiger, and said with the color of memory in his eyes: "I think back then, I was as brave as him......"