The first one was naturally a drinking competition, and the dwarf's wine-making skills were impeccable, almost the top technology of the Divine Continent, of course, before An Wenxuan came. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dwarves are born to drink wine, like to drink spirits, the higher the degree of wine, the more dwarves like it, the dwarves' wine-making techniques are ancestral, and I don't know who invented them, in short, dwarves are born to be masters of winemaking.

The Great Elder ordered a young dwarven man to be summoned and told to tell the mountain dwarves to fetch some wine for a while.

The dwarf had very sharp legs and feet, and after listening to the instructions of the great elder, he immediately ran out, and soon returned with more than twenty mountain dwarves.

Each of these mountain dwarves was holding two large jars of wine, which were large enough to be more than a meter high, and this was all the dwarves' current inventory.

It is very laborious for ordinary people to hold these wine jars, but for the dwarves who are born with divine power, it is nothing, and each dwarf youth holds two large jars of wine.

Of course, An Wenxuan also took out his killer feature for the beauties to brew liquor, the liquor that was originally brewed has reached 4 or 5 degrees after simple distillation!

Soon the seven-person young man brought the wine to the Great Elder, and then retreated, but when they left, they were still staring at these wine jars with burning eyes.

The wine made by the dwarves is sweet and refreshing, refreshing, and the lips and teeth are fragrant after drinking, and the thick aroma of the wine has been slowly wafting out before the lid is opened.

"En" All the dwarves smelled this aroma, and their faces unconsciously swelled up with intoxication, and they took a few hard sips into it with their noses, which were much larger than ordinary people.

Compared with the mountain dwarves, the rock dwarves were even more unbearable, and their saliva was drooling one by one, and their eyes were staring straight at the wine.

The people who defected to the Dwarves were not descendants of the Mountain Dwarves, so their mastery of brewing and forging techniques was not complete.

This also makes it difficult for them to make a wine as mellow as the mountain dwarves, and it is a fatal temptation for both the mountain dwarves and the rock dwarves.

It's like a poor ghost, starving to death, and you suddenly give him a chicken all the time, what will happen to him?

I used to drink my own wine, and the taste naturally couldn't be compared with that brewed by the mountain dwarves, it was a world of difference.

If it weren't for the Scar Dwarves, I'm afraid these rocky dwarves would have rushed up long ago, but the scarred dwarves' burning eyes were also staring at the wine without blinking.

Licking his chapped lips, he thought to himself, "Those drinks must taste delicious, and you can drink them right away." ”

"Would you like to drink?" a voice asked softly.

"Think" Some of the rock dwarves were all focused on the wine, how could they have thought a lot, and replied blankly.

An Wenxuan walked to the side of a barrel of fine wine, and gently put his hand on the wax paper cover of the barrel, and poked out a hole that was not too big or small. The wine in the barrel was full, and An Wenxuan's fingers had just been inserted through the hole, and he touched the wine, took out his fingers stained with wine, put it in his mouth and sucked it, with an extremely intoxicated expression on his face.

"Well, good wine!" Loud in admiration, the rock dwarf looked at An Wenxuan's movements, the huge Adam's apple moved up and down sharply, and the sound of the rock dwarf swallowing saliva could be heard in the quiet ancestral hall.

The mountain dwarves, on the other hand, are much better, and although they covet the wine in front of them, they can drink it from time to time, so they can still control it. An Wenxuan looked at the rocky dwarf on the opposite side with a harmless expression.

"If you want to drink, you can pay for it!" stretched out his small white hand, obviously asking the rock dwarf to take out something.

"What?" said the Scar Dwarf angrily, "You are blackmailing, you said in advance that it was a competition!, why did you let us take the money?"

An Wenxuan shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression. "In that case, then let's not compare, you guys hurry up, what should you do, why do you go. With a wave of his hand, he was already about to send off the guests.

"You dishonest dwarves, liars!" the scar dwarf's face turned blue. Looking at An Wenxuan with an unkind face, is this still a dwarf known for his simplicity and kindness?

An Wenxuan turned a blind eye to the scar dwarf's anger.

"One, we compare with each other, and if we don't want to compare, we don't compare. ”

"Second, since it is a competition, of course, both sides must support each other, and one side cannot be left to bear it alone, should we mountain dwarves be damned? ”

"Besides, let's not talk about anything else, this land is from our mountain dwarves, and the iron ball of the first competition, and now the second competition, it is naturally your turn, and we can afford to feed people who eat and drink for nothing. ”

"If you don't come out, then I'm sorry, please leave our mountains immediately, you are not welcome, if you go slowly, I can't guarantee what will happen!"

In the end, An Wenxuan's words had cooled down, and his words were full of threats.

After listening to An Wenxuan's words, the scar dwarf's face twitched, why is this human boy so annoying? After thinking for a while, the scar dwarf took off a space ring from his waist, and when the scar dwarf took it off, the rock dwarves behind him were all reluctant.

The son of the scar dwarf grabbed his father and said anxiously: "No, this is what our rock dwarves have harvested for half a year, what if we give it to them?"

Scar Dwarf waved his hand and said, "What can I do?

In this way, the son of the scar dwarf let go, his face was full of reluctance, no wonder it was like this, the rock dwarf clan was already sparsely populated. The annual income is beyond the means, and in addition, it is a traitor, and it is only the lowest group among the orcs, and it is very unpopular.

Before they came, they had just exchanged the items they had made in their clan for something, and now they offered these hands to what they could bear. The scar dwarf took the space ring in his hand and said to An Wenxuan: "This is the gem that our people exchanged for half a year's storage, and we are going to go to the human world to exchange things, it should be enough for wine." ”

The scar dwarf was also very helpless in his heart, they had come here, they had traveled a long way, they couldn't give up halfway, he originally thought it was very good, but he was disrupted by the human boy in front of him.

With a flick of his arm, the space ring in his hand crossed an arc in the air and flew towards An Wenxuan, An Wenxuan stretched out his left hand and took the space ring thrown by the scar dwarf. Open the space ring, wow! shiny, straight eyes, it is a precious gem, and the smile on An Wenxuan's face is even stronger.

"Hehe, that's right, okay, let's get on. ”

beckoned to the little Lori next to her, An Wenxuan threw the space ring to the little Lori casually, it looked no different from throwing garbage. "Hehe, let's play with it. ”

The hearts of the scar dwarves are dripping blood, and that is half a year's savings of their own clan! But in the hands of others, they are just playthings. In fact, there is a big difference between orcs and humans, although orcs do not know how to farm, but they are rich in mineral resources, so some orcs often exchange some gems with humans for some food.

Of course, this exchange is secret, because now that the orcs and humans are at war, and the two sides are in full swing, no one will take this risk to exchange. Because one bad thing is the charge of treason, so the two sides are almost not in contact with each other now, but there are always exceptions, and there may as well be some powerful people.

For some small people, it is absolutely impossible to trade, but for those big people, this is a good opportunity to make money, so this kind of thing will not be cut off.

"Wow!" the little Lori next to her opened the bag and suddenly exclaimed loudly, and the little Lori was very surprised to see the gem. Women love beauty, and any woman is, and little Lori is no exception.

Then came the drinking competition, under the command of the Grand Elder of the Dwarven Clan.

"Game on!"

The dwarves on both sides rushed towards the wine jar at lightning speed, and they had been holding back for a long time.

Wine is fatal to dwarves, and they were controlled by the patriarchs of both sides in advance, so they stayed there honestly, and now that the game has begun, they naturally rushed up.

As soon as the wine jar was opened, the strong aroma of wine suddenly spread, covering every corner of the ancestral hall, An Wenxuan's spirit moved, and he clearly felt that the seven soul powers in the ancestral hall trembled imperceptibly, and then disappeared again.

It seems that this strong aroma of wine also stimulates them, but for some reason they haven't made a move.

The dwarves rushed up and began to drink with their arms around the big jar, and you could see their throats squirming up and down.

Grunt, grunt sounds are clearly audible.

The Scar Dwarf was shy at first, just holding a small bowl next to him and drinking there, but when he saw his son drinking so well with a large jar in his arms.

This patriarch couldn't take care of a lot, and directly snatched a large wine jar from the hand of a rock dwarf next to him, and the rock dwarf originally wanted to fight back.

But as soon as he saw the scar on the dwarf's face, which was even more bright red after drinking, he had no choice but to hand over the wine jar in his hand.

They went to the side of another rock dwarf, and the two of them drank a jar of wine, and they drank very happily.

The Seventh Elder was a good drinker, so he took a basin-sized thing and poured it himself there.

Gradually, as the amount of alcohol increased, the people on both sides began to become restless, comparing each other, and the first to call out was the son of the Scar Dwarf.

The son of the scar dwarf usually relies on himself as the son of the patriarch, and he is used to being arrogant and domineering, and he is the first warrior of the dwarf clan, so as soon as the wine strength came up, this guy began to spill.

Booming to drink with the people of the mountain dwarf race, the two sides began a large-scale fight, and the seven elders of the dwarf race also lost their temper.

Usually, there is nothing to suppress with the Great Elder, but now he is surging up, and he begins to echo the actions of the Scar Dwarf son.

"Come, drink, drink, dry ......"

Almost every dwarf has a jar of wine in their hands, and they fight there drunk, like the kind of generals who push the cup and change the lamp, and the people on both sides use another way to play.

This is a contest between men, a contest on the drinking field, and whoever withdraws is a coward and a coward! That's what all men despise.

The people on both sides were sipping, drinking and shouting loudly, sometimes not even knowing what they were shouting......

Time is like flowing water, and now all the dwarves drink the most smoky, and their steps are frivolous, and only a few can stand still, and they are still competing with each other.

Most of the dwarves sit on the ground and continue to drink, and the dwarves are heavy drinkers, and in their eyes, unless they drink it, they will continue to drink.

The Seven Elders of the Dwarf Clan were sitting with the son of the Scar Dwarf at this time, you have a cup, I have a cup of drink, and the two of them are holding their necks there. The Seven Elders were ghostly and ghostly, but he knew how powerful the wine An Wenxuan took out, so he secretly opened it and poured a few glasses for the son of the scar dwarf, and directly let him get drunk to death!

If outsiders look at it, they still think that there is a good relationship, the scar dwarf is sitting with the Great Elder, two dwarf elders from different tribes.

Now it looks like two old brothers, joking with each other.

"I said Scar, how did you get that scar, how did you take advantage of it?" the Great Elder laughed. Instead, he used what little Lori said about him.

The scar on the scar dwarf's face trembled obviously, and he said the most smoky: "I said dead old man, what qualifications do you have to say about me? Look at your cowardice, when I came before, I saw the ...... that scared you."

The two of them are talking to each other about each other's shortcomings, you say a word, I say a word......

The wine of the two hairs had reached a white-hot stage, and they were all drunk and fell to the ground, and no one could stand up, but they all sat on the ground and shouted loudly.

One by one, they were so drunk that they were like beggars......

The moon was quietly hidden, as if drunk by the smell of the wine......

The faint light of the fire gave a hazy feeling, and the guards still stood faithfully on both sides of the corridor, their hard bodies like granite sculptures.

Giving people a sense of explosive power, these dwarves seem to have no rest, waiting for the heroic spirits of their ancestors without sleep, which is the reverence for their ancestors that sustains them.

These people are respectable, for the sake of their ancestors to be able to give up some of their own things, endure loneliness, and are willing to guard this, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

And what's the matter with the seven not weak soul powers in the dwarven ancestral hall? How can there be such a powerful dwarf in the dwarven tribe? Aren't dwarves known for their strength?

If those people weren't dwarves, then who were they? What are they doing here?

Everything in the ancestral hall made An Wenxuan's face full of consternation!

I saw that all the dwarves, whether they were mountain dwarves or rocky dwarves, were lying on the ground, and the strong smell of wine filled the entire cave.

There were large wine jars under the ground, and at this time those wine jars were already empty, and they fell to the ground crookedly.

The Seven Elders and the Scar Dwarf's son hugged each other, and even one of them was like a pair of close brothers, lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

It was impossible to tell which one was a mountain dwarf and which one was a rocky dwarf, because they were all lying together drunk.

Are these still enemies? Why do you sleep together? These dwarves are really drunk!

What surprised An Wenxuan the most was the Great Elder, the Great Elder used to look old and steady, but at this time he was like a rooster fighting a fight.

The clothes on his body were torn in many places, and he and the Scar Dwarf tore at each other, scuffling like two small ruffians, because there were still marks of the two of them scuffling next to them. Both were dusty and dusty. These dwarves have big hearts, when are they now?

An Wenxuan's hands squared and his chest were squared, and the surging soul power surged out, trying to communicate with the water element in the air, wanting to use water to wake up these people.

The huge soul power spread little by little in the air, scattered in the air, and when An Wenxuan's soul power spread to the four walls of this ancestral hall, the "touch" soul power was actually blocked and could not be extended outward.

You must know that the soul is an intangible thing, and the mountains are tangible things, although it has a certain weakening effect on the soul power, but it cannot stop the soul power. The entire cave is like a big barrier, blocking his soul power, making it impossible for his soul power to penetrate.

An Wenxuan also had the heart to try what was strange about this cave, originally the Great Elder and the others were embarrassed, but now they were all drunk. The surging spiritual power came out of the body, slowly converging overhead, and a storm blew in this cave.

Even a crackling sound could be heard, and the invisible soul converged on the top of An Wenxuan's head, forming a solid cone. The shape of the awl gradually became clear under An Wenxuan's control, and it could be seen by the naked eye, and the awl was only three inches in size.

The translucent cone, under the extreme control of the spiritual force, spun and rushed towards the mountain wall in mid-air! The awl did not travel very fast, and after a while, it reached the top of the mountain wall, and just as the awl was about to make contact with the mountain wall, a transparent film appeared outside the mountain wall.

The film was very thin, as if it could be broken by blowing, but when the awl collided with the film, the film trembled. But there is no appearance of breaking in the slightest, the film turned into by the soul is extremely tough, like an extremely elastic spider web, no matter how hard An Wenxuan tries, he can't break that film after all.

Slowly retracting his soul power, An Wenxuan's face turned a little pale, because the soul contest is the most dangerous, and if one is not good, he may become an idiot. Fortunately, the soul power of that film is only used for defense, otherwise, I am afraid that it will be at least a lose-lose consequence.

At the moment when An Wenxuan had just withdrawn his soul power, he clearly felt that a certain part of the film trembled. Although the trembling was very subtle, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, it was still sensed by An Wenxuan.