After listening to Fu Xi's words, Scar Dwarf's face twitched, why is this little dwarf who looks eleven points cute so annoying? Is he really a dwarf? There is such a shrewd dwarf in the world?

After thinking for a while, the Scar Dwarf took a package from his waist, the package was not very large, only the size of a palm, and when the Scar Dwarf took it off, the rock dwarves behind him were reluctant.

The son of the scar dwarf grabbed his father and said anxiously: "No, this is what our dwarves have gained in exchange for half a year's harvest, 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 package in his hand and said to Fu Xi: "This is the gem that our people exchanged for half a year's storage, and we are going to go to human shijie to exchange things, it should be enough for wine money." ”

The scar dwarf was also very helpless, 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 dwarf in front of him.

With a flick of his arm, the package in his hand crossed an arc in the air and flew towards Fu Xi, who stretched out his left hand and took the package thrown by the scar dwarf.

Done on the wine barrel, open the waxy yellow animal skin package in his hand, wow! shiny, straight eyes, it is a precious gem, and the smile on Fu Xi's face is even stronger.

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

beckoned to the little Lori next to her, and Fu Xi threw the bag to the little Lori casually, looking no different from throwing out the 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, Little Lori grew up in this forest since she was a child, and naturally she has never seen a 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, Fu Xi's spirit moved, and he clearly felt that the seven souls of the ancestral hall trembled imperceptibly, and then disappeared again.

It seems that this strong aroma of wine also stimulated them, but they didn't know that they hadn'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.

Fu Xi sat next to them and watched them drink, his whole body was sore, and Fu Xi knew that it was caused by his overexertion, which caused a muscle strain.

smiled helplessly, shook his numb arm, and said to the little Lori beside him, "Let's go, send me back to my cave." ”

Fu Xi just wants to get a good night's sleep and rest now, because he is too tired.

Little Lori looked at the wine reluctantly, but Zuihou was still ruthless and helped Fuxi out of the cave.

The two returned the same way, and soon returned to the cave where Fu Xi was, and talked to Xiao Lori again, and Fu Xi let her leave.

After the little Lori left, Fu Xi threw himself into bed and fell asleep, no matter how powerful Fu Xi was in his previous life, how strong the potential of this body was, but after all, this is still a child's body.

After Fu Xi left, these dwarves began a long drinking career, and each dwarf's face was red under the influence of alcohol, like a monkey's buttocks.

The ancients said that once upon a time, the first person to make wine, said that he had a dream one day and dreamed of a god, and the god taught him a method.

And this method is winemaking, and when the man woke up, he did what the gods said, and sure enough, he made a new liquid from grain.

But it was so far from the taste of his dream that the man was puzzled, and then one day he dreamed of the immortal again.

He hurriedly stepped forward to verify, and the immortal smiled and told him, "Your wine master has made it, but there is no spirituality, you have to give life to the wine."

The man hurriedly asked, and the fairy told him that it was very simple, as long as you added the blood of three different people to the wine you brewed.

When the man woke up the next day, he made another wine, and put it at the door of his house, and when the man came, a scholar came in the morning, and asked for a bowl of water and gave him a drop of blood.

Later, a general passed by and gave him a drop of blood, but then it was almost dark and no one passed by, and the man was in a hurry.

It so happened that there was a beggar lying on the side of the road, and the man asked the beggar for a drop of blood, which was dripped into the wine.

After three drops of blood were dropped, the wine immediately changed its taste, just like the man had drunk in his dream.

It's just that the man didn't know that this wine was an emotional drink, and those three drops of blood would affect people's emotions, so people drank like scholars at the beginning, humble and polite.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, you will be like a general galloping on the battlefield, so refreshing and righteous.

When you get zuihou and drink too much, you will be like a beggar, drunk and unconscious.

And this is exactly the case with these dwarves, who can still be honest with themselves when they start drinking, without comparing themselves with each other, and both sides are restrained.

The Scar Dwarves controlled their men, and the Grand Elder looked at the mountain dwarves on his side, and both sides were fine.

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

The twenty jars of wine that were brought were all the current stocks of the dwarves, and the big jars, each jar was five hundred catties! For this game, the mountain dwarves pressed all their savings, if there was no Fuxi, not to mention whether the rock dwarves won or lost.

They all took a big advantage, and the wine of the dwarves was not something that anyone could drink, and as far as the wine they drank today was concerned, selling it on the mainland could only make a profit.

Scarcity is expensive, because the wine of the dwarves is never sold out, and even if you have money, you can't buy it, and what you can buy on the market is only the half-baked wine of the dwarves in the rocks, which is still in short supply by humans.

Time is like flowing water, and now all the dwarves drink the most smoky, and their steps are frivolous, and only a few people can zhanzhu, 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 drink, and the two of them are holding their necks there.

If outsiders look at it, they still think that there is a lot of relationship, the scar dwarf is sitting with the great elder, two dwarf elders of 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 in the most smoky way: "I said dead old man, what qualifications do you have to say about me? Look at your cowardice, I used to scare you when I came."

The two of them are talking to each other about each other's shortcomings, you are a sentence, and I am a sentence

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 drunk. It's like a beggar

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