"Wow! The prince of the dwarves himself has come into play! ”

"I don't know if I can win!"

Seeing the dwarven prince enter in person, the onlookers all let out a burst of exclamations.

Unfortunately, Gervais wasn't prepared to show them the scene of Quay falling to the ground.

He wanted to make a name for himself as Hellfire, but his main purpose was to win over the dwarves and get them to come to St. Ann's City to open a blacksmith shop.

If this dwarven prince Quay were to be brought down today, the dwarves would lose face in the Holy Alliance.

At that time, let alone wooing, it is estimated that if you don't make a big enemy, people will be open-minded.

So, after Quay entered, Gervais stood up and went straight to the high platform.

"Prince Quay, as the organizer of today's competition, it is my honor to have you here!"

"However, your status is noble, so you don't need to compete in person, or let's go to the back to discuss!"

Gervais came up to Quay and greeted him with a smile.

"Your Excellency the Killing God, this is about the reputation of our dwarven fire wine, and I feel like I must participate in this competition!"

Kui's cultivation is at the peak of the Black Flag, and although it is the weakest of the several dwarven princes, its alcohol consumption is half a point stronger than Tie Rui.

So when he heard Gervais's words, Quiy didn't appreciate it, and was determined to try it himself.

When Gervais heard this, he said in his heart that these dwarves are really stubborn, if it weren't for saving some face for the dwarves, he really wouldn't have come to persuade him, but who told him to covet other people's blacksmith skills.

"In that case, why don't you have a bowl with me first, Prince Quay, and then consider whether to compete!"

This Quiy must have drunk half a point better than the Tirei just now, which Gervais could see.

But the problem is that when it comes to the third pot, every extra sip is a limit.

Gervais dared to conclude that without the cultivation of the Red Flag Knight, no one would be able to hold up the three pots except himself, and this Kui was no exception.

"Good!"

Although Kui has the usual stubborn personality of a dwarf, he can send the City of Hope as an emissary and is still clear about human feelings.

This killing god is also a well-known figure in the Holy Alliance now, and if he refuses such a proposal again, it will be too shameless to give people face.

It's a big deal to drink this bowl and continue to compete by yourself.

"Fill a bowl for me and Prince Quay!"

After Quay agreed, Gervais did not ink, and immediately gave an order to the guards.

Afterwards, the guards filled a bowl for each of them.

"Prince Quay, for the sake of the friendship between the human race and the dwarves, I will do it first as a respect!"

Gervais picked up the porcelain bowl and put it to his lips, then drank it with a clatter.

"For the friendship of the Terrans and the Dwarves!"

When Quiy saw that Gervais was dry, he immediately echoed it, and then carried the bowl and prepared to drink.

It's just that when he brought the wine bowl to his mouth, his body couldn't help but tremble.

At this time, Quiy could already smell the rich aroma of this infernal fire wine.

However, this small gesture was instantly concealed by Quay, and then he continued to pretend to be heroic and opened his mouth to drink.

"This ...... How is this possible, why can humans make such a strong fiery wine! Our Dwarven Fire Wine has been refined for thousands of years to be effective! ”

When the hell fire wine was consumed, Quiy had mixed feelings in his heart, and the original little luck was ruthlessly shattered at this moment.

He finally understood why the god of killing had asked him not to participate in the competition.

Because just by drinking this sip, he, the dwarven prince, also estimated his limit.

Even if he managed to drink three pots of Hellfire, he would fall within five seconds.

You must know the rules of today's competition, but you can still stand without falling down after drinking three pots, and this time should at least stick to the square after taking the prize!

Otherwise, even if the god killing didn't care whether the result was effective or not, those Terran adventurers would definitely be the first to refuse.

"Knock knock!"

With mixed feelings, Quiy drank the bowl of hellfire wine in one gulp.

Not to mention, if it weren't for his position at this time, Quiy would definitely have roared on the spot: "Good wine!" ”

"Haha! Prince Quay is such a good drinker! Come, Prince Quay, let's have another bowl! ”

Gervais had been observing the dwarven prince's expression for a long time.

When he saw Kui's eyes with a little loss, he knew that Quay would definitely not try again, and then his goal for today had been achieved.

Not only did the dwarves see the power of the Hellfire Wine, but it also made the reputation of the Hellfire Wine far and wide.

Of course, now that Guy is still standing in the middle of the field, Gervais still needs to give him a step.

"Okay!"

Quiy also knew that Gervais had given him a step, and immediately responded.

Then the two picked up the porcelain bowl again and began to drink.

Seeing this scene, the adventurers outside the arena looked at each other, wondering how this good competition turned into a dwarf and a killing god.

"Prince Kui, there are no dishes here that are not enough to drink, why don't we go to the small building to drink, there are a lot of delicious foods in the small building, what do you think?"

After drinking the second bowl, Gervais continued to speak.

"Of course, thank you for your hospitality!"

At this moment, Quiy's tone became sincere.

In the past, he had only heard that this god-killing was decisive and extremely ferocious.

But at this moment, he found that in addition to the murderous reputation, this killing god is also an impeccable superior, and this method can't be appreciated if he doesn't want to.

Originally, this killing god only had to drink two bowls with him casually outside, even if he gave enough face and let him go, but this would inevitably cause speculation.

But now the God of Killing took the initiative to invite him into the small building to drink, and then it can be explained that the two of them have a free and easy personality, and they forgot about the competition when they saw each other and drank at first sight.

"Then let's go inside!"

Gervais heard Quay's attitude, and immediately smiled and walked into the small building with him!

Then only a group of adventurers outside the square were left, not knowing what to do.

Now that the killing gods are gone, what about the next competition?

Everyone looked at the gold coins that were still piled on the ground on the high platform, and naturally they were reluctant to leave.

"Don't worry, I'll host the next competition!"

The people's worries were unnecessary, and within a few seconds, Thomas walked out of the small building, came to the high platform, and then reassured everyone.

"Because there are so many people participating in the competition today! So let's do it in groups of 10 people! But everyone must also obey the order! ”

"Now, the competition continues!"

After Thomas finished speaking, the competition in the square continued.

This time, it was the turn of the adventurers.

However, although there are many adventurers, the results are all without exception.

The adventurers are no match for the dwarves, and the highest record is no more than a pot of wine.

Almost every few tens of seconds, ten people were carried away by the guards and placed at the gate of the manor.

And the drunkenness outside the manor also became more and more, extending out for more than a mile.

Fortunately, the events outside the manor had already alarmed the Alliance Higher Academy, and the city guards had been sent to guard this street to maintain order.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to guarantee the safety of these drunks with the escort of a few hundred people in Gervais.

The contest lasted until noon, and when 3,000 people were lying drunk on the street, no more adventurer dared to try it.

Because those people with high realms and good alcohol consumption are all on the streets, they naturally have no suspense as silver knights.

Rather than lying on the street and being embarrassed, it is better to be a hospitality.

To be able to witness today's unprecedented competition is not in vain to spend those dozens of copper plates.

……

Three days later, the dwarven blacksmith Quillard hurried to the door of Wheldon Manor, where the gates were closed, with a carriage in a hurry.

"How can the door be closed? Is it leaving? ”

Seeing that the gate was closed and there were no guards to handle it, Quillard was a little uneasy.

Knock knock!

"Hey! Is there anyone? Your Excellency is here! ”

Although he guessed the possibility, Quillard still stepped forward and knocked on the heavy door of the manor.

"Who!"

At this time, the small door on the side of the manor was opened, and an elderly man walked out and asked.

"This old man, where is the Killing God Your Excellency?"

When Quillard saw the old man, he immediately leaned over and asked.

"Oh! You say kill gods! They left yesterday morning! ”

The Old Man Ten Alliance High Academy arranged to be in charge of guarding the door here, and replied directly after hearing Quillard's words.

"Gone!"

When Quillard heard this, he immediately showed a painful expression.

Ever since he drank the Hellfire wine that day, he had slept until this morning.

With his sturdy physique, Quillard naturally did not have any hangover sequelae after waking up, and this drunken sleep for two days made him more energetic.

Energetic, Quiralde got up and prepared to continue his blacksmithing career, and as he struck iron, he naturally picked up the flask and poured a sip of dwarven fire wine into his mouth.

But when this dwarven fire wine was swallowed, Quillard found that the wine was no longer fragrant.

Pouring a pot in a row has the same effect.

Quillard found that he could no longer find the thrill of drinking dwarven fiery wine.

In an instant, the hellfire wine came to his mind, the powerful aroma of the wine, the hot feeling of impact.

Immediately, Quillard put down the hammer in his hand and went to the inner city in a broken carriage to find the god of killing and buy hellfire wine.

At this time, I didn't expect that this killing god was already gone.

"What can I do?"

Quillard turned to leave, his face full of sadness, not knowing what to do, for without a good drink would be the end for him.

"Dwarven blacksmith, please wait!"

Just as Quillard turned around, the voice of the old janitor came from behind him.

"I have a few jugs of wine left by the god of killing, and he said that if a dwarf comes to him, he will ask me to give five jugs of wine to each dwarf who comes!"

When Quillard heard this, he immediately turned to look at the old man, only to see that the old man was holding a wine jug in his hand.

Quillard immediately stepped forward to take the flask from the old man.

After taking the flask, the tip of his nose moved, and then his eyes lit up!

"Hellfire Wine!"

"The God of Killing also said that if you really want to drink this hellfire wine in the future, you can go to the sacred forest or the city of St. Ann in the Godfall to find him......"

……

"Master, why do you want to keep those hellfire wine for the dwarves for free, we can go directly to the door and ask them to pay for it!"

On the way to Sky City, Gervais sat leisurely on the back of the giant crocodile, while Thomas sat beside him, and asked curiously.

"Thomas! Do you know why I think so highly of you? ”

Gervais heard Thomas's inquiry, and asked Thomas rhetorically with a smile.

"The little one is loyal to his master, and he is also the master's castle steward!"

Thomas was naturally embarrassed to praise himself, and immediately replied decently.

"It's because you're a talent!"

"Do you know? Whether it's your kung fu or the level of work, I very much recognize it! ”

"And I don't lack gold now, what I lack is talent, so I give them free wine, so that they will remember my generosity!"

Gervais taught Thomas the Way.

"Talent!"

Thomas remembered this sentence deeply.

Of course, the reason he remembered it was because Gervais said he was also a talent!

……

The City of Hope is not far from the Sky City, and after two days of traveling, Gervais and his party came to the Sky City not far away.

This holy alliance's largest city is really not in vain, it is far closer to the city in the sky, and the road is full of pedestrians.

And the huge wall in the distance, which is 100 meters high and has no border, shocked Thomas and these uninformed 'countrymen'.

As the group slowly advanced, they finally arrived at the foot of the city wall after more than ten minutes, and they needed to look up 90 degrees to see the top.

The gate under the city wall is not crowded with pedestrians entering and exiting at this time, and the crowd waiting to pay the entrance tax is even more long.

There were ordinary civilian teams, as well as caravans entering the city.

Because there were hundreds of people in Gervais's group, and there were a lot of carriages and demonic beasts, they were directly behind the caravan entering the city.

When Gervais and his party joined the long queue, many guards near the city gate looked at them frequently.

Because in addition to Gervais's giant crocodile is particularly exaggerated, it is also rare to see a Warcraft squadron.

I'm afraid that no one can take such a team except for the Holy City forces.

But the problem was that Gervais and his party were waiting in line at the back of the caravan.

"Your Excellency, no magical beasts are allowed in the Sky City, please come down and walk!"

After waiting for a moment, when it was finally Gervais's turn and the group, one of the guards immediately spoke to him in a respectful tone.

"Oh!"

After hearing this, Gervais didn't say anything, nodded and jumped off the giant crocodile.

"How much do we have to pay to get into town!"

After getting off the ground, Gervais asked.

"Your Excellency, a caravan of more than 300 people and less than 500 people only needs to pay a city entry tax of 10 gold coins!"

"But first, we're going to get you registered!"

Obviously, Gervais and the others are not like ordinary caravans, these guards have already seen it, so they naturally have to ask the details first!

"Oh! No problem! ”

Gervais was very cooperative!

"Your Excellency, which Holy City is your caravan from?"

The guards hold the register and prepare to start the registration.

"We are not from the Holy City!"

"Huh?"

The guards were stunned!

"We're from Stormwind, not the Holy City!"

Gervais explained with a smile!

"Stormwind?"

The guard thought for a moment, but couldn't remember where there was Stormwind anyway.

"Excuse me, sir, where is Stormwind located? Which holy city does it belong to? ”

If he didn't understand, the guard continued to ask patiently.

"Well, Stormwind is in the Sacred Forest!"

"The Sacred Forest?"

"Yes, at the edge of the Sacred Forest!"

"Isn't the sacred forest the territory of the elves? That's right! It seems that there are really human races, and I heard that their city lord is the god of killing! It's our Miss Adella's guardian rider......"

The guard looked at Gervais as he recalled the information about the Sacred Forest, and as he thought about it, he suddenly noticed that Gervais seemed to be a little familiar, and he had seen it.

Like a wanted warrant or something......

"Pavilion...... Excellency...... I don't know what you call it! ”

The next moment, the guards remembered, a little shocked.

"Gervais!"

Gervais was a little helpless, originally he wanted to quietly enter the city and surprise Adella when the time came, but his identity was revealed at this gate.

"Kill the gods!"

The guard's eyes widened and he looked at Gervais incredulously!