There were more and more dwarves who came to see the excitement, and they gathered Anna in the middle, chattering and chattering, and the scene was a replica of Snow White and the seven dwarfs.

Damian had to pass through the little men, "I'm sorry to let one go, let one let ......", and came to Anna's side.

The red-bearded dwarf glanced at Damian and said to Anna with great disdain, "The little girl is very good-looking, but she doesn't appreciate it very well." ”

Damianke was not happy when he heard this, and thought to himself, "It means that I am not worthy of Anna, right, no matter how I am, I am better than you, a one-meter-two bearded!"

Anna gave Damian an apologetic look, who smiled at her and told her not to care.

Damian put his arm around Anna's shoulders and signaled their relationship, and Anna blushed slightly and lowered her head, but she didn't dodge.

Seeing this, Redbeard said to Damian, "If this matter is to be resolved, either we will go out and fight, or we will use our dwarf way!"

Damian wondered, "What is the way of the dwarves?"

The dwarves, however, became excited, shouting "Maklala, Makala!" and Redbeard stood in the middle with his hands raised in the air, receiving the cheers of his companions. The entire tavern was attracted by the excited dwarves and gathered around.

Evans walked up to Damien and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright, sir?" ”

"It's fine, but what are they doing here?"

Evans replied, "Maklara, the dwarven language means warrior duel, and the unique way for the dwarves of the Seven Mountains to resolve disputes is actually to fight wine. ”

Redbeard looked at Damian defiantly, "How is it, dare you come?"

"Fighting?" said Damian, smiling, "yes." ”

There was a large open space in the middle of the tavern, and only a wooden table was set up, and Damian and Redbeard sat at opposite ends of the table, the table was full of various wines, and Redbeard pointed to the glass in front of him, "Butter ale and the mixture summoned by the Father, ten cups in total, whoever drinks it first wins!"

Dami thought that this was not a "depth charge", nodded and signaled that it was no problem.

Amid the cheers of the onlookers, "Maklara" officially began.

Damian quickly tossed the spirit glass filled with "Heavenly Father's Call" into a large wooden cup filled with butter ale, picked it up, and poured it.

Before Redbeard could react, he scolded "stinky boy" and killed "Heavenly Father's Summon" in one gulp, and also took a big gulp of the wooden cup, the yellow liquid of the ale flowing down his beard.

"Boom!" Damian put the cup on the table, he was faster than Redbeard, and after the cup bottomed out, he did not hesitate, and immediately picked up the second one.

Redbeard was anxious, and the second cup he directly put two cups to his mouth, and poured it into it like water.

The battle gradually entered the white heat, after all, the dwarves are a race that "drinks in the womb", drinking is the same as mining, it is a necessary survival skill for them, and Redbeard slowly catches up.

Finally, at the end of the cup, the height of the "Heavenly Father's Summon" slowly began to work, and Redbeard began to sway a little, but his mouth still did not stop, but the frequency of his throat swallowing slowed.

On the other side, Damian was already drunk and stood on the table, holding his cup and tilting his head, unable to see how much was left.

The crowd cheered so loudly that it almost toppled the roof of the tavern, and if it was in Uptown, the nuisance law enforcement team would have been open in the morning.

The dwarves waved their fists, almost reaching Redbeard's face, and they shouted beside them:

"Come on, Love!"

"that human boy!"

"Don't disgrace the Cold Iron Clan!"

"Drink it, grind like a!"

Not to be outdone, the Snake Gang waved the scarves of the blue sailboat and shouted "Damian!" and "Damian!"

Even Anna jumped and shouted cheers, and the youthful and energetic body of Miao Man became the most beautiful scenery in the tavern.

Almost at the same time, the two finished their glasses, Damian jumped off the table, and Redbeard Love also threw away his glass, and both cheered, both believing that their side had won.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, who will finish it first?"

"It's hard to say, it seems to be at the same time. ”

"How is it possible, how can we dwarves drink more slowly than humans!"

"You dwarves just like to cheat!"

The two sides quarreled, and no one would give in, and the last gray-bearded man stood on the table as he watched the dwarf older than the others, "What a quarrel!

Redbeard Love began to feel a little stunned in his legs, in fact, he was already drunk, but he must not back down at this time, this is related to the honor of the Cold Iron Clan and even the entire Seven Mountains Dwarf, if he loses to a human, he will be laughed at in this life.

"Well, one more!" said Love, feigning heroism, his eyes secretly observing Damian's face.

Damian actually drank a lot of alcohol, and in his previous life, he drank a lot of alcohol in order to entertain customers, and he traveled to this world because he was drunk to death.

When I got here, I decided not to drink anymore, but I couldn't stand the enthusiastic wine jar of Shark Gazo, so it didn't take long for me to break my vows. But he also found a problem, the alcohol in this world is very low, even the "Heavenly Father's Summoning", which is famous for its strong wine, its degree is much lower than that of Moutai and Wuliangye in the previous life. That's why Damian dared to fight.

What's more, he also has a secret weapon.

Damian lowered his body, took advantage of the quarrel between everyone, took out a small black bottle from his arms, opened the cap, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, the whole person was much more sober at once, and most of the alcohol dissipated, and he felt that there was no problem with ten more cups of "Heavenly Father's Summon".

Hangover relief is also one of the additional effects of black dragon, with this, it is as awesome as Duan Yu using internal force to force wine.

Damian, who had recovered as before, stepped out of the crowd, came to the dwarves, and said calmly, "Do it again, you can." ”

There was a burst of cheers on the dwarf's side, the dwarves admired the brave, and daring to drink was of course a kind of bravery, and Damian's performance today won the respect of many dwarves.

The second "Maclara" is about to begin.

This time, the dwarves reversed the previous noise, all of them clapping their hands in the air, clapping rhythmically, and their mouths let out a uniform roar of "Whew!"

Loren stood beside Evans, and when he saw the dwarf's actions, he was very puzzled, and couldn't help but ask Evans what he meant.

Evans replied, "It's the Mahlara Cry, and the dwarves often dig some ancient caves in the process of mining, and at this time, a warrior is needed to find out, and when the warrior sets out, the other dwarves will cheer him on in this way." ”

Evans looked at Damian with satisfaction, "If this Maclara was just a game before the dwarves, but now it has risen to a sacred racial ritual, it means a lot if Damian can win." ”

The two men in the field are ready to go, staring into each other's eyes, ready at any time.

"Boom!" a hammer hit the ground, blowing the whistle of the start of "Maklara".

The rules of this game are that the two of them drink a cup of "Heavenly Father's Summoning" and take a puff of the dwarven specialty "Wind Hammer Cigar" until one of them falls, which avoids a draw and a hand-to-hand combat with real knives and guns.

In the fourth round, the red-bearded lov was already a little bad, and his hand holding the cup began to tremble, and he couldn't swallow it for a long time when he drank. And Damian's face was as usual, he drank a glass of "Heavenly Father's Summoning", and took another puff of "Wind Hammer Cigar", as if to say, "I'm going to hit ten!"

In the eighth round, under the double stimulation of alcohol and tobacco, Love had reached a critical point, his left hand holding the cigar did not even have the strength to shake the ashes, and Damian, who was on the other side of the table, was surrounded by the smoke of the cigar he spitted, and from Love's side, he could only vaguely see a figure holding the cup smoothly, putting it down, holding the cup, putting it down.

In the twelfth round, Love's eyes were blurred, and his whole body was spinning, and he poured the wine into his mouth, but it was as uncomfortable as tasting the rusty water of the world, and it spurted out uncontrollably.

"Ahh

"Hooray!" cheered everyone, including a few dwarves, except for a few dwarves around Love.

"Wait!" a roar sounded, drowning out everyone's voices, and the whole audience was shocked, and the old dwarf with the gray beard came out, and looked at Damian, whose eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and he said word by word:

"The Cold Iron Clan will never lose to a human. ”

The air in the tavern seemed to freeze, and Evans walked up to Damian and protected him, resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Do you want to fight if you can't drink?" Damian looked helplessly.