Standing in the way was a group of dwarves, some carrying wine, others carrying a whole roasted sheep, led by a dwarven old man with a white beard and a very old look.

The old man walked a little tremblingly, supported by two young dwarves, and came to Duke's carriage, crossed his chest with one palm, and performed an ancient dwarven etiquette, "Dear Lord Duke, I know that you have recovered the Storm Hammer, the artifact of the town clan, for our ancient dwarf clan, you are the great benefactor of our ancient dwarf clan, and I, Mirosi, am already the age of entering the earth, and I am fortunate enough to see the day when the artifact returns, then even if it is death." ”

As he spoke, he knelt down for Duke and bowed more solemnly.

Although Duke was in front of Herman and Angus, neither big nor small, an old guy on the left and an old immortal on the right, but Duke was too familiar with them and had no scruples.

However, in front of this ordinary ancient dwarf clan, he dared to let such an old man kneel for him, and hurriedly jumped out of the car and helped him, "Old man, you are too polite, this is the right time for the kid." ”

"Lord Duke!"

The old man who called himself Mirosi did not insist, but looked at Duke excitedly, and with a gesture of his hand, someone behind him had already brought up the wine he was carrying.

"We have nothing to repay for what you have done to our ancient dwarf clan, so please ask Your Excellency Duke, drinking this bowl of our home-brewed local wine can be regarded as a piece of our heart. ”

Mirosi said, opening the jar and pouring out two bowls of wine. The liquor was like a fire, like a raging flame, and as soon as it was poured into the bowl, there was a sneering sound of roasting.

Duke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in his heart: "What a strong vodka!"

Vodka is a specialty of the ancient dwarf clan, and the wine is particularly strong, and ordinary people drink it as if they are swallowing a mouthful of magma, and they absolutely can't stand it. The ancient dwarven clan is famous for forging, and the clansmen are also all fierce, so the wine they brew is also the strongest on the big 6.

Vodka is the best of the wine, it is the ancient dwarf to the heroes of the clan to drink, so that the elders of the clan can give vodka, that is a high honor.

At this moment, the old man was toasting Duke with the etiquette of an ancient dwarf.

Duke had also drunk this vodka, and his memory of this wine was very deep, as if he had been poured a bowl by the old man Lattimore after he came back yesterday, and the feeling at that time was two words: Dead!

Now, seeing this old man come to give himself this vodka again, he really has only a wry smile in his heart. However, in front of so many people, Duke couldn't refuse people's kindness, so he had to take it.

"Lord Duke, please!"

Mirosi took a bowl herself, and without hesitation, she drank it with a clattering as soon as she raised her neck, and looked at him with a comfortable face, as if she was drinking very happily. After a bowl of belly, Mirosi's wrinkled face was flushed with a strange red light, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

But he seemed even more excited, turned around and came to the roasted whole sheep carried by the two behind him, stretched out his hand, grabbed the knife inserted in it, cut off a leg of lamb with one knife, and chewed wildly in front of everyone.

"Good ......!"

There was a cheer all around.

Drinking vodka spirits and eating hand-picked roast lamb were the treatment that the ancient dwarves would have done to their most distinguished guests and heroes. The people watching around were also mobilized by the arrogance of this dwarf old man named Mirosi, and the feelings of everyone in the field were high.

Duke had no choice but to follow Mirossi's example, picked up the bowl of vodka, and poured it into his mouth.

"Good! good!"

The applause around them became louder, and everyone was excited.

When the liquor was entered, a raging flame rose in an instant, and the stomach suddenly seemed to be scraped by a thousand knives in the stomach.

Duke drank it once, and knew what it felt like to drink it, so he didn't panic, but he just forcibly mobilized the magic power in his body to eliminate this knife-like taste.

However, the magic power in his body was working, but Duke was shocked, and his face changed in an instant: "It's not good, this wine is poisonous!"

Yes, the moment the magic power was running, a cloud of black smoke suddenly rose from his body, and an extremely cold breath suddenly spread, and Duke felt like he was about to be frozen.

This was a phenomenon that Duke did not have when he drank this wine yesterday, and it immediately made Duke realize that something was wrong with this wine, and it was definitely poisonous in it.

However, the poisonous sentence in the wine, Duke originally shouted out of his throat. But when the voice came out, it had turned into a hoarse shout, so indistinct that it could not be heard.

"It's not good, the poison in this wine is so terrible!"

Duke's face was distorted, and he was horrified: "I can't even speak." ”

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Duke's pained expression, hearing his hoarse scream, a good-natured laugh rang out all around.

All the people who saw this situation did not realize that Duke had been poisoned at this moment, and they thought that it was a normal phenomenon caused by Duke not being able to stand the stimulation of the liquor.

"Good, good, Lord Duke is worthy of being a young hero!"

Mirosi beckoned, waved her hand, cut off the other leg from the roast lamb, grabbed it, and handed it to Duke. He looked like he was going to invite Duke to eat this hand-grabbed mutton.

However, in the smile on his face, there was a grim light in those eyes.

"What a vicious plan!"

Duke was shocked, and the shock in his heart was beyond measure. Now, even if Duke is a fool, he has seen that this act of blocking the way to toast himself is completely a conspiracy, trying to plot his own conspiracy.

Taking advantage of the potency of vodka spirits, poison is added to the wine. Because the fierceness of this wine is so terrible, it covers up the smell of the poisonous wine to the greatest extent, but it increases the concealment of this poisonous wine, and when Duke drinks the poisonous wine, it is now poisoned, but it is too late.

Not only that, but because of the vodka's reaction, Duke was poisoned at the moment, with a painful expression on his face, and he couldn't even speak hoarsely.

If it had been on other occasions and had drunk other wines, the people next to him would definitely have seen Duke's current abnormality.

However, because the vodka was so strong, everyone who saw Duke's anomaly mistakenly thought that it was a normal reaction caused by his drinking, thus covering up the fact that Duke was poisoned.

That is to say, the current Duke, even though there are Prut and a hundred sergeants around him, and even thousands of onlookers next to him, no one thinks that something has happened to him, and he can only face the enemy's conspiracy alone.

The most terrifying thing is that the current Duke, whose whole body seems to be sealed in an ice cellar, can't move, and can only watch Mirosi in front of him walking towards him.

One step, two steps, three steps!

Mirossi's figure expanded rapidly in front of Duke, the sinister color in his eyes became stronger, and the leg of mutton held in his hand had been raised in front of Duke's eyes: "Your Excellency Duke, please ......!"

"Buzz!"

The leg of mutton flickered and slammed into Duke's door. An extremely huge magical force surged at this moment.

Mirosi finally made a move.

"Die ......!"

Mirossi's low, cold voice reached Duke's ears, and the face that had been smiling kindly suddenly showed a hint of hideousness. In Milosi's imagination, this time Duke was definitely inevitable.

However, in the next moment, a scene that shocked Mirosi was suddenly born.

"Buzz!"

The space shook, but Duke's whole person flew up stiffly and rushed straight into the air.

"Ah, what's going on?......"

The people around didn't understand what the situation was, and seeing Duke flying straight up stiffly, this strange way of thinking scared everyone. Many people couldn't help but exclaim.

"Where to escape?"

Mirosi was also stunned, he didn't expect that Duke, who should have been stiff and unable to move, could still fly, and he flew up in such a straight and stiff state.

However, he was stunned for a moment, but he suddenly came back to his senses, his figure flashed, and the whole person suddenly turned into a fierce wind, chasing Duke.

With a wave of his hands, Mirosi suddenly splattered flesh and bones on the leg of mutton, and the mutton on the leg of mutton fell off in the blink of an eye, and a dark hammer was already visible.

This leg of mutton was wrapped in an iron hammer, and it was the kind of dark iron essence hammer used by the ancient dwarven berserkers. The weapons of the ancient dwarves are different from the other races of the Big 6, whether they are mages or berserkers, they all use hammer-shaped weapons. It's just that the mages of the ancient dwarves use magic hammers that are quite exaggerated, and each one is very huge, usually more than one person tall, and even their town clan artifact Storm Hammer is as big as four or five people.

On the other hand, the hammer-shaped weapons used by the berserkers of the ancient dwarves were relatively small, and undoubtedly the same as the hammers they used in forging. However, the berserkers among the ancient dwarves, their hammers are all made of dark iron and pure gold, and a hammer the size of an adult's fist will weigh hundreds of catties.

This Mirosi was a berserker among the ancient dwarves, and the hammer in his hand was his weapon, but at this moment, Duke did not hesitate to shoot straight up in the air.

"Oh no, it's an assassin!"

Prut finally reacted, horrified, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Take the assassin!"

Pruitt had been standing behind Duke, and he really didn't see Duke's strange appearance just now, and Duke's expression changed, and he also mistook it for the reason for drinking the vodka. However, at this moment, when he saw that the old man actually took out a hammer to bombard Duke, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Not only him, but also the people around who saw this scene also understood what was going on, and suddenly they all exclaimed, everyone was shocked, and in an instant, the screams rang out.

However, this qiē was too late.

Mirossi's figure was like lightning, and he had quickly caught up with Duke, and the hammer in his hand flew violently, shooting out a dazzling aurora, and rumbling towards Duke's head.

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