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The dwarf's dedication to wine was astonishing, and Chen Tang didn't do anything for the next ten days, just to help the dwarf busy making wine. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info fortunately, although he doesn't understand, the tools in the dwarf brewing workshop are complete, and there are grains like barley. With him on the side, I failed many times, and finally it was a success. The earthy wine brewed at the beginning of nature is not comparable to Moutai at all, but it is enough to make the dwarves happy.

On the day of the wine, almost all the dwarves walked out of the Iron Tree Castle and held a grand banquet in the town. These days, the dwarves, who are no longer too afraid of lions, are gradually relaxing. Nemo was finally able to enter the town and walk around, and although the dwarves avoided him, he didn't panic. Even some dwarven children dared to throw food to Nemo from afar, and Nemo did not refuse to come under Chen Tang's admonition, and they played with each other happily.

Never compete with dwarves for the amount of alcohol, this is Chen Tang's personal experience. Even if those guys drank liquor, they held up thick wooden cups and gulped wine. Chen Tang looked at his eyes and felt frightened, but fortunately, the ale that had been put aside by the dwarves was not bad, and it tasted similar to beer, and Chen Tang could only drink the ale wine in the end, which aroused the collective contempt of the dwarves.

After drinking a few wines, Chen Tang can be regarded as completely integrated into the dwarf tribe. Patriarch Abbas was no longer indifferent to him, and even allowed him to enter Irontree to watch the dwarves forge weapons.

This dwarven tribe is actually not large, and the combined population is a little more than a thousand. But except for the old man and children, and a few ten-man squads patrolling outside, the other dwarves were all building weapons in Irontree Fort. Chen Tang saw that there were already a lot of piles on the side, hundreds of slightly curved, very graceful scimitars, fine and beautiful, light and strong armor were directly piled up in a room. After asking the dwarves, I found out that this was customized by a certain race, and they would be coming to receive it in a few days, so they needed to hurry up.

The dwarves did not explain what race they ordered, but said, "You will know when they come." Chen Tang didn't ask any more.

Usually he chatted with Old Hawk at the inn, and the old dwarf had traveled around when he was younger, and was considered the most knowledgeable man in the tribe. From his mouth, Chen Tang learned a lot.

It turns out that the Northumbrham Woods, though vast and vast, stretches from north to south, and after a half-month trek eastward through the mountains, you will enter a larger plain, which is the center of the world.

Old Hawke said that the plains were inhabited by numerous orcs, and that there were many cities and kingdoms they had built. Of course, there are other races, but they are not comparable to orcs in terms of strength and population, there are no humans in this world, and it is orcs who dominate.

Chen Tang pretended to be unintentional and asked about magic. Old Hawke said, "......Magic? Of course, there are heroes among the orcs who have the power of beast spirits, but it is other races that are truly proficient in magic. Hehe, as for that race...... In a few days you will see that they are coming to our tribe to pick up the goods. ”

The dwarf actually sold Guanzi, Chen Tang was a little funny, but he also waited patiently.

The dwarves are a bunch of paranoid fellows who like to forge and few people are usually willing to listen to an old fellow chatter. Finally caught Chen Tang as an audience, Old Hawke was very talkative, and he could almost say chatter. Fortunately, what Chen Tang wanted to know was what he said, so he didn't get bored.

The world is not peaceful, tribe to tribe, race to race, and even the fierce orcs have long been at war with each other. For example, the war between the wolf clan and the minotaur in the Deria steppe is a small fight in the eyes of old Hawke, and he scoffs at it: "The two races of Deria are some barbarians, adding up to more than 100,000 people, far away from the center of the orc world, and no one pays attention to them. That is, we in Irontree Castle still make deals with them. Even a small orc kingdom can't look down on their strength. If it weren't for the remoteness of the Northumbrham Mountains, it would have been annexed long ago. ”

Well, the wolf clan and the minotaur unwittingly lay down their guns and were laughed at by the dwarves. The two were talking happily, when suddenly the roar of Nemo, the lion, came from outside the hotel, as if they had encountered an enemy. Chen Tanghao stood up and rushed out........................... He was afraid that Nemo would go berserk and hurt the dwarves.

As a result, Nemo was a little surprised, and Nemo did not hurt the dwarf, and even behind him, several dwarven children cowered and dodged. As if frightened. Confronting Nemo was a swarthy cheetah with oily fur.

"Oh, it's the cheetahs of that race, they've come to pick them up. Old Hawke walked out, and when he saw the cheetah, he said with relief. But when he saw a few dwarfs cowering behind Nemo, he frowned and scolded, "Damn elves, don't they know how to tie the cheetah mount to a rope? ”

Xu was shocked by the lion Nemo, the black cheetah whined in its mouth, and gradually retreated vigilantly, turned around and ran away.

"It's okay, this should be the scouts that the elves released in advance to remind us, and their team will come over later. Damn, these cheetahs are on a rampage, and they almost hit our kids before, but thank you lion friends. Old Hawke, who had already seen what was happening, said to Chen Tang.

"Elves, are you saying that it is the elves who came to pick up the goods?" Chen Tang was very surprised, and at the same time felt a little excited in his heart........................ Everyone knows that elves are synonymous with beauty. Having seen enough of the mediocre women of the wolf clan (Pamela's medium appearance is already considered a demon), as well as the appearance of the dwarf girls and aunts who can't tell the gender without approaching, Chen Tang is really looking forward to seeing the beautiful elf women.

"It's these stinky guys, with eyes on their heads. I don't know what the Abbasid patriarch is crazy about, and he actually agreed to make a deal with them. Old Hawk didn't discriminate because of the beauty of the elves, and even muttered in disgust.

Soon, in the distance, a group of figures, all wrapped in long cloaks and covered with their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes. Each rode a bighorn deer or a cheetah, and the one led by even rode a snow-white unicorn, which amazed Chen Tang.

Arthur had already led the team to meet him, his face was ugly, he had just seen the cheetah almost knock down a few children, if it wasn't for the lion Nemo appearing in time, he would have been injured.

"Savjak, take care of your cheetah, or I won't mind skinning it for a robe. ”

The elf riding the unicorn lifted the hood, revealing a beautiful face........................ Even if he's obviously a man.

Pointed ears, emerald eyes, fair skin, and a slender figure. Chen Tang had to praise the elf for really living up to his reputation, of course, if this kind of appearance appeared on a man, it would be a little ...... Uh, what's the case, it's a little disgusting!

"Lord Arthur, our cheetah is just playing a joke on the children and won't really hurt them. The elven leader named Savjak said softly, but his attitude was indescribably high and unpleasant.

"Hmph, I don't care. There's another time, and you'll see. Arthur snorted, turned around and walked away, throwing down a few words: "Let's go and wait at Old Hawke's tavern, I'll go and ask for Patriarch Abbas." ―――――――― old Hawke not only runs the inn, but he is also responsible for the tavern next to the hotel.

Thirty or forty elves, in all, followed Savjak to the tavern. If there was no one around along the way, except for a few glances at Nemodo, the lion, the other dwarves chose to ignore them. It wasn't until he entered the tavern that he was surprised by Chen Tang, who was sitting at the table with Old Hawke.

Black hair, black eyes, not too much animal hair on the body, and the pupils are not erect like orcs. It's not as beautiful as the elves, but it's not ugly, what kind of race is this? Savjak thought he was well-informed, but he had never heard of it.

"The table and chairs are over there, sit down by yourself, and know that you don't like ale, so I won't give it to you. "Old Hawke's attitude is very problematic, or deliberately neglectful.

Perhaps they were used to it, but the elves didn't mind, and each of them looked for a seat to sit down and began to wait. There were also two elven women in the team, who lifted their cloaks and revealed their faces like flowers...... It's just a little colder. But it's much better than looking at those bewitching elf men.

Savjak seems to have a high status, and two elven women serve him exclusively. A crystal glass was placed in front of him, and then he took out a bottle of wine from somewhere, poured it with a red liquor, and stood aside.

Savjak took a sip of his wine glass and saw Chen Tang looking at him. Some arrogantly spoke: "Your Excellency's race is strange, I have never seen it, I don't know where it comes from?"

"Countryman, from the Yangu Desert. Your Excellency Savjak, is that a pleasure to meet you. Chen Tang greeted.

"Well, the Yangu Desert? It's really a barren place, almost cut off from Middle-earth, no wonder, no wonder. Savjak said, always with a sense of pride, and I don't know if it was by nature or on purpose.

Chen Tang didn't care either, and was about to ask about something else, when the tavern door was pushed open, and the dwarven patriarch Abbas walked in.

"Patriarch Abbasid, it's a pleasure to meet you, are our cargo ready?" asked Sawiak at once.

"The first batch has already been built, and the next batch will be a month away. Abbas's face was not very good, and he obviously knew about the cheetah's rampage from Arthur's mouth.

"Alright, let's take it first, but the next batch must be remembered, don't delay the use of our front-line soldiers. ”

"Trust the credibility of our dwarves. But don't be too arrogant next time, or I'd love to taste the cheetah meat. ”