Rondo didn't feel it for long, but he felt sad and felt the urge to cry out loud. As an unborn genius of the Flame Dwarf race, Rondo has had enough of living this miserable life every day when a penny is difficult to defeat a hero.

There was only one sip of wine left in the skin, and once Rondo couldn't help but drink it, he would inevitably lose the taste of wine for months, and that taste would be worse than death. So, even if there was wine, Rondo was reluctant to drink it. Just this sip of wine, he has been hiding it for more than half a month, and he has to secretly hide under the bed every night when he sleeps, so as not to be known by the yellow-faced woman at home. In the entire tribe, this is probably the only wine left.

Once Rondo's behavior is exposed, it is likely that he will be defined as a model of selfishness by the tribesmen, who will reprimand him for not sharing good things with everyone. But how can this sip of wine satisfy the appetite of thousands of people? Is it just poured into a bowl, and everyone lines up to take turns to sniff it? After evaporation, how will we live in the future?

This fresh and elegant flavor comes from the Michelin-starred Baiguo wine, which, as the name suggests, is made from many kinds of fruits. Michelins are known as the food and beverage hegemons of the Pan-American continent, and in terms of alcohol, they have a great preference for this kind of fruity wine, which is considered a luxury in the human world.

Not far below this fiery dwarf tribe lies a tribe of Michelin people, with only a handful of hundreds. The wine was obtained from them by Rondo, and although the Michelins claimed to be able to handle all the ingredients of the Pan-American continent, they could hardly cook without rice, and the materials they could find were limited in this wasteland where natural resources were not rich. Making liquor has become a very luxurious act for them, and there are not many fruits here.

Many Michelin-starred people often go out and never come back in search of some ingredients. Or it became the feces of wild beasts, or it was captured and sold by those human slave hunters. Michelin-n. It is a very popular slave in the slave market. There is even a well-known saying in the aristocratic circles of the human world: Michelinns mean a high quality of life.

In order not to lose the population again, the poor Michelin tribe had to cultivate their own land and make a field next to this tributary of the Niluo River. Rondo provided them with farming tools for the forge, and they tried to provide the Rondo tribe with drinks. As far as the resources at their disposal are concerned, I'm afraid they won't be able to make any wine.

"Why don't we Flame Dwarves have the ability to make wine?Why is it so difficult for us to take a sip of a satisfying drink?," Rondo muttered to himself, and his thoughts wandered for a moment, and he even wanted to lose the skin in his hand.

Dwarves are not only greedy when it comes to drinking, but are also notoriously heavy-hearted. The ale wine brewed by the dwarves was not the most popular drink they wanted, at most it could only be regarded as making do. If they could, the dwarves would always want to make peace with the spirits of those fancy humans. Tequila, whiskey, vodka, horseman, fork rings and other familiar spirits.

As far as Rondo knew, many dwarves even went to the expense of their dignity in order to taste the good wine made by humans, and some of them even went to work for humans. No matter how hard it was, Rondo felt that he should not lose his dignity as a dwarf. Human beings have always been very strict in the persecution of dwarves, and dwarves are also their favorite slaves, such a blood feud makes Rondo not want to have the slightest relationship with them for the rest of his life.

The saint has a cloud: Dwarves do not drink the wine that comes from the mouth. All that remains of Rondo now is this noble and precious temperament.

The skin was raised and lowered. For a long time, Rondo was still reluctant to throw away the ginkgo wine, which was not to the taste of the dwarves. Anyway, this is a fair deal, and it's all your own blood and sweat.

"Heavens, great gods, when. Can we have a good sip of spirits?" Rondo sat down in his rocking chair with a gloomy face. The dwarves don't believe in any gods, and Rondo's words are enough to see that he is powerless to take on the future that he has already connected. Such a patriarch who cannot bring a bright future to his people. How can Rondo be happy?

At this moment, two black dots appeared on the horizon in the distance. In a short time, the two knights were already approaching. Rondo put his hand on the pergola and looked at it. Suddenly, the pupils contracted to the extreme. The two knights, one old and one young, the old one had a white beard, and the young one was handsome, riding a high-headed horse, and the two of them rushed over with a smile. In a short time, they were not far from Rondo, holding the reins and Rondo's eyes wide.

"Old man, are you sure these guys are the flame dwarves you are talking about?The dwarves who are the best at forging?," Captain Cao leaned into Old Man Ao's ear and whispered.

His eyes were unusually vicious, and he could see at a glance that the dwarf in front of him had no length, and his linen clothes were ragged like a beggar. Leader Cao had a preconceived idea that since they were professional blacksmiths, these flame dwarves should be armed like steel cans one by one, and the dwarf in front of him obviously lived up to his expectations.

"Ordinary heart. Old man Ao replied in a low voice without smiling, and then nodded to Rondo with a gentle and kind smile.

Captain Cao insisted on pulling his old bones back and forth, just because Old Man Ao was very affinity in the eyes of Captain Cao, and it was easy to shorten the distance between people. The two of them traveled lightly this time, and they didn't bring a single attendant. The people of the raiding group dragged one out casually, and if they were noticed, they would be regarded as villains, which was also unjustifiable, and those bastards exuded a violent atmosphere everywhere, and others would see that they were robbers without introducing themselves to that pestle.

It's already the height of summer, and the land along the way is full of cracks, and this kind of business is really not suitable for people like Old Man Ao. Almost as soon as he walked out of the door, it was like entering a furnace, and only Brother Tian knew how much Old Man Ao missed his house that was warm in winter and cool in summer at this time, and missed the beautiful mud snail and the cool mud snail river.

"Human!?" Rondo's eyes suddenly sharpened, this is really whatever he wants. Because he had always been full of hatred for humans, Rondo's tone instantly became cold: "I'll only say it once, get out of here!

"What if we don't leave?" said Captain Cao, with a perverse temperament and a hippie smile in response to Rondo's warning. Captain Cao was in a good mood, he was very satisfied with the attitude of the little man in front of him towards humans, and Captain Cao also hated humans.

"Then you will die!" Rondo took a step back vigilantly, ready to warn his people. Even though the two guys didn't seem hostile, Rondo had already learned the truth not to trust anyone in the Exiled Realm.

Strangers often mean danger, especially when the stranger is still human. In the Realm of Exile, the image of humanity is definitely not much better than that of the bandits, and many of the evil things they have done are even better than those of the bandits. Needless to say, the human profiteers who did the shady business, and the slave hunters who were so hated and pervasive, none of them were what Rondo wanted to see.

The cunning and disguised slave hunters of mankind are the most unacceptable, and they are more tormenting than the plague of banditry. But everywhere they passed, they almost implemented the three-light policy. Burn it all, kill it all, rob it all.

"Don't be nervous, little man, I'm your neighbor, a Bimon orc. Let me introduce myself, I'm the leader of the raiding group, Macho Gonzalez Cao, a simple and honest mutant donkey-headed man. This is the master of our raiding regiment, Red Auerbach, also a mutated donkey-headed man. Head Cao suddenly began his routine of running the train with his mouth full.

Captain Cao's self-disclosure of his identity obviously felt that he was famous during this time, as long as everyone around him should have heard of it. To natives like the Flame Dwarves, the raiders meant friends to them.

"My name is Rondo. Orcs are also not welcome here, and I especially hate the condescending look of you bastard. However, the xenophobia of the Flame Dwarves was not in vain, and Rondo was reluctant to put out even a polite smile, and his expression came back in a word, almost choking Captain Cao.

The two uninvited guests weren't human, which made Rondo's face look a little better, just a little. There are also quite a few orcs in the Exiled Realm, but Rondo doesn't have much affection either. What kind of looting group, it's not a big uncle, Rondo doesn't care at all, Rondo just thinks these two guys are too ignorant. The dwarves were short, and the two guys were riding such tall and bony horses as they rode through the city, and Rondo kept his guard on them, so that his neck was about to break.

It would be nice to have a lower plate and chop off the horse's hooves, and let these two sullen fellows fall. Rondo thought to himself, his thoughts were also violent.

Captain Cao really obeyed these hot-tempered dwarf mules, and Captain Cao still had good intentions today, and rushed over in the scorching sun. And the hostile attitude of this dwarf mule made him feel a little unhappy. Thinking about the long-term plan, Captain Cao pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile, and forcibly held down the urge to ride the horse and knock the dwarf mule away, and Captain Cao turned over and jumped off the horse easily.

But even so, Captain Cao's pestle was still a lot higher in front of Rondo. The top of Rondo's head was only up to the waist of Captain Cao, he still needed to hold his head up, and Captain Cao could only maintain that condescending and aggressive gaze...... (To be continued......)