After passing the teleportation array in Loland City, Ange and his party returned to Meishen City the next day, and he had brewed a wave of beetroot wine on the way and took it out for the dwarf 'tasters' to taste.
I saw the dwarf sommeliers taking a sip, frowning immediately, and then frowning and drinking all the wine.
Seeing this scene, everyone frowned.
Nigris flew over and asked: "How is it? Is the wine good?"
The dwarf was drunk, he pointed at Nigris and laughed: "Hehe, little fat dragon, grab it and roast it..."
"Lightning!" Nigris called behind him.
While Zi Gu was rubbing his head, Lightning quickly ran over with a forced smile on his face and shocked the dwarf hard, causing the drunk dwarf to wake up instantly.
"How is the wine? Is it good?" Nigris asked with a smile.
The dwarf shook his head obediently.
"Then why did you drink it all?" Nigris asked in confusion.
The dwarf quickly said: "That's wine, how can you waste it? You have to drink it even if it goes rancid, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the God of Wine." After saying this, he licked his lips.
Looking at him like that, it's not that he's disrespectful at all, he's just greedy for wine.
Nigris shook his head in disappointment: "It's useless. Alas, let them go."
When it comes to wine tasting, if you don’t pursue the quality of the wine and you can drink all the bad ones, how can you tell whether it’s good or bad? These dwarves are not qualified wine tasters.
He turned around and took less than two steps when he felt someone hugging his thigh. The bearded dwarf smiled a "kind and kind" smile, which almost scared Nigris:
"Sir, don't dismiss us. At most, we should drink less. We are all dwarf warriors, strong, brave, and invincible. Take us in, and you will never be disappointed."
"Ah? I mean to let you go and give you your free status. What a mess."
"No, no, no, don't want freedom. You want to drink. Give us wine. We are the bravest dwarf warriors, invincible." The dwarf bulged his biceps and patted his chest to show his strength.
After being convinced, in order not to be fired, the dwarves hugged Nigris' thigh tightly, almost breaking it. In the end, they had to take in these dwarves with ten pounds of wine per month, food and accommodation included.
warrior.
After a long time, the leader Bronzebeard revealed the reason why he would rather hug his thighs than stay. It was because the wine brewed by Lord Ange was strong enough. Although it didn't taste good, the wine was very strong and knocked them all down.
Under normal circumstances, each of them would have to drink five kilograms of the strongest alcohol in humans to get drunk.
However, they only drank such a terrible wine once. The second time, the wine tasted normal, the third time it tasted very good, and the fourth time it tasted so good that I couldn't think of any adjectives.
Of course, the alcohol is still as strong as before, especially the aged beetroot wine, which makes the dwarves full of strength every time they drink it, and their strength directly increases by a level, just like Luther chewing beets.
"Is this the human wine-refining furnace?" Duroken circled around the wine-refining furnace a few times. After understanding the function of each component, he picked up the golden rod and materials and started lighting them.
The rough ones became refined, the cumbersome ones became light, and the tedious ones became concise. After a while, the wine refining furnace took on a new look.
"How is it? Is it okay?" Duroken asked humbly. After all, it is a functional device. He can improve it, but whether the improvement is reasonable or not depends on the opinions of professionals.
The professional, a sixty-year-old human winemaker, looked at the improved wine refining furnace with shining eyes, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, that's great, a magic wine refining furnace, I have never dared to hope for it in my life."
, it’s too expensive, you prodigal... noble people."
Duroken heard this, glanced sideways at him, and touched his head with the Midas Touch. All the hair on his head fell out, and the human brewer turned into a bald brewer.
Indeed, not many people use a magic furnace to make wine. If a furnace is used until it is worn out, and all the wine produced is sold, it may not be possible to earn back the price of a furnace.
But Ange didn't care. Even the core decomposition rod inside was made of world branches. It was so luxurious that Duroken wanted to hit people. Of course, looking at the world branches filling the space, Duroken gradually got used to it.
A luxurious act.
Twenty furnaces were lined up in a row, and Ange used the scale ring to weigh all the materials put in to ensure that the materials added to each furnace were consistent.
Every oak barrel has been wiped with purification techniques to ensure that every barrel is clean.
Then there is the control group.
The quick-death halo may be the magic skill that all winemakers dream of. It condenses all the change processes into a short period of time. You can put in the ingredients and seal them in the morning, and the wine can be produced in the afternoon.
Ange uses wheat, rice, beetroot, dream grass, moon grass, seaweed rice, fruit of life, world tree honeydew, gooshu, etc. as materials, and uses moon spring water, holy water, well water, and fresh sea water respectively.
Then supplemented with Yuequan wine, dwarf spirits, and the distiller's yeast of several human wines, cross-matched and compared repeatedly.
There are hundreds of combinations of these elements. Twenty furnaces at a time, three times a day, only takes about ten days.
Ange once spent several months searching for 10,000 grass plants to cultivate salty rice. This workload was too trivial.
"This dreamweed rice wine is delicious, not too strong, and has a sweet taste, like juice. It is suitable for people with low alcohol tolerance."
Luther held the wine glass, swirled the light red wine inside, and said in a pretentious manner.
Zi Kui used the small-liter oak barrel as a cup and took a big sip. He said haha: "I like this kind of moongrass ale. It will bubble. If you take a sip, the bubbles will burst in your mouth and fill your mouth."
The aroma of wheat.”
The great wizard drank rice honeydew wine and said nothing. He just stared into the distance and hummed an unknown tune. It made people feel like they were in an uncultivated wilderness. There was a shadow leopard howling in the night sky in the distance.
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A bunch of dwarf drunkards were holding cups, and they were spooning a cup into this bucket and a glass into that bucket with gleaming eyes. One took a sip and his eyes were gleaming, and the other took a sip and his eyes were gleaming.
Don't expect them to tell you what's good or bad, they don't have time.
Lightning poked his head around, picking out the wine glasses that the dwarves had scooped out but didn't have time to drink from. He stretched out his tongue to lick the ones that were too strong. He quickly spit when he licked the ones that tasted good. He immediately opened his mouth to bite the wine glasses, and then pushed the dwarf over his shoulder.
He pushed aside and grabbed the wine glass.
The dwarf who was drunk on alcohol turned around angrily, but when he saw it was Lord Lightning, he immediately turned away his anger.
I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of the dwarves who have no wine. In the past few days, I have added the word "fear of lightning" after "no wine". There has never been anything that can kill them like lightning.
Lightning can quarrel but doesn't fight. Dwarves can fight but can't fight. They can only be scolded by Lightning. From dawn to dusk, their heads are getting big. From then on, the dwarves saw
I'm afraid of lightning.
Looking at everyone's performance, Ange felt that brewing his own wine should be considered a success.
"It's such a success. After drinking this wine, what should I do if I can't drink it again?" said the dwarf Bronzebeard.
Nigris asked: "If you were the Dwarf King, what kind of wine would you like to drink most?"
Bronzebeard said hurriedly: "Everyone likes it."
"Do you have a favorite?" Negris asked.
Bronzebeard's eyes rolled for a while, and then he reluctantly said: "I have to choose one, the beetroot bar. It's weird. I feel full of power when I drink it. It would be better if it was stronger."
Upon hearing this, Ange took a bottle of beetroot wine, spread the freckle-removing technique on it, and removed the water inside as impurities.
In the blink of an eye, the amount of wine was reduced by one-third.
Bronzebeard took a sip, his eyes turned red, but he resisted and said: "A little stronger."
Ange rejuvenates and reduces the amount of wine by one-third.
Bronzebeard took a sip, took a deep breath, took a big sip, and then let out a big burp, and his whole body swelled up.
"I'm going crazy! Ahhh!" Bronzebeard's body grew a lot, and his height rose to 1.6 meters. His skin was petrified, his beard and hair stood straight up, his eyes were red, and when he breathed, there was something on the tip of his nose.
A small electric light flashed.
Nigris was dumbfounded: "Awakening of bloodline? Becoming a dwarf? Possessed by the God of War?"
Duroken shook his head: "It has not reached the point of being possessed by the God of War, it has only reached the stage of becoming mad."
According to legend, dwarves also have the blood of the Thunder Titan. Of course, the Thunder Titan firmly refuses to admit it. How could they have such a short bloodline?
But after the dwarf bloodline is awakened, the height will jump up and become a big man of over 1.6 meters. Furthermore, the ability to become mad can be awakened, and finally the god of war can be possessed.
At the stage of being possessed by the God of War, the dwarf can control the power of thunder, throw out Thor's hammer, and smash the enemy into pieces. The posture is similar to that of the Thunder Titan throwing a javelin.
This is why it is said that they have the blood of the Thunder Titan.
"Ah ah ah, I'm so hot, come and fight with me." Bronzebeard whirled around in a rage, his eyes red and glaring around.
However, he was obviously still conscious. Although he was irritable, he did not lose control. He did not dare to glare at Ange.
"Ouch!" The little angel held up the Holy Light Glove and rushed forward.
Bang bang bang bang, the winner is hard to decide, Bronzebeard roars again and again, because the little angel won't hurt, he will.
Since this was not a test of strength, Ange jumped over and grabbed its neck, pulling it back.
The little angel punched and kicked around, unconvinced: "Ouch!"
The little zombie immediately stood up and patted his chest: "Ouch!"
The two little guys got into a fight.
Luther stood up and used 50% of his strength to fight Bronzebeard. The fight lasted for half an hour until the madness effect on Bronzebeard disappeared.
"Okay, that's enough. After one sip, an ordinary dwarf can become so mad that he can equal a high-level sword master with 50% strength. I don't believe that dwarves are not interested in this kind of wine." Duroken said.
Nigris also nodded. This is no longer wine. To dwarves, this is a madness potion and a strength multiplier.
I turned around and wanted to make this kind of wine, but I saw Ange taking out a bottle of wine and adding something to it.
"What else did you add?" Nigris asked in confusion.
Ange opened his palm for him to see, and there was an upgrade bean in his palm.
"Pfft, you're adding this stuff to it? Will they explode?" Such a powerful beetroot wine, but you also add upgrade beans to it? Luther relied on these beans to upgrade from the basic level to the high level.
of.
Ange crushed it, shook it well, sealed it, and put his finger on it. After hiding it in a kiln for a year, he chose a dwarf who was about the same level as Bronzebeard and let him drink it.
The dwarf went berserk and moved for a while. His blood vessel burst because he couldn't bear the alcohol. He almost died. If it hadn't been for Ange, he would have died.
"Look, no, it's too strong. Let's use the old one." Nigris said.
"No." Duroken had a different opinion: "Both brew, a little less beetroot wine, this is the least. Ordinary dwarves can't bear the strength of this wine, and the dwarf king can't bear it either?"
"Ah? Isn't that good? What if we can't bear it? The dwarf king drinks our wine and dies, and the dwarves will go crazy." Nigris said in embarrassment.
Duroken shook his head: "If the dwarf is the kind of dwarf I used to know, then as long as I drink beetroot wine and know that there is an enhanced version with stronger alcohol, I will definitely try it. Can you pull it?
Come on, we just need to put the relationship aside."
If drunkards knew that there was stronger wine, even if they knew it was poisonous, they would not be able to resist taking a sip, otherwise there would be no dwarves who would steal the bloodthirsty potion and drink it.
Anthony very much agreed with Duroken's statement and was very satisfied with the effect of beetroot wine: "With so many kinds of wine, I can't believe that the dwarves wouldn't lend them their war chess, just to see if they don't lose a piece of meat."
Tongchui was very surprised when he received the visit request from His Majesty Anthony and 'Ascetic Ann'. Although he had sent 20,000 tons of grain to show his goodwill not long ago, Anthony dared to come to his territory. This was too trusting.
Is he dead?
Bronze Hammer is the contemporary king of dwarves and calls himself the Thunder God of War, but in fact he knows the situation very well. The dwarves no longer have gods.
The dwarves once had two gods, the god of war and the god of forging. Unfortunately, they suddenly disappeared a thousand years ago. He now calls himself the dwarf god of war, but he is just pretending to be fat.
Anthony not only came to visit in person, but also sent several carts of fine wine.
"This is dreamweed rice wine, this is moongrass ale, this is rice honeydew wine, this is beetroot wine, be careful, I hope your majesty won't dislike it." Anthony introduced: "This kind of beetroot is especially suitable for the descendants of your god of war.
, it can stimulate wild hair and double your strength.”
Tongchui looked at so many varieties of wine with gleaming eyes. He couldn't hold it back for a long time. He forced himself to endure it and asked: "Sir Anthony, you are too polite. If you have any requests, just ask us. We dwarves can definitely do it."
I won’t shirk it.”
The dwarf is just an upright person, not stupid. He came here to deliver gifts on behalf of the pope, so he couldn't just come and sit around, right? Just tell him what you have to say and have a drink afterward.
"Well, you can drink first before we talk." Tong Hammer's attitude somewhat disrupted Anthony's rhythm.
"No, drink after you say it. If you can't do it, take it away." Tongchui said heartbrokenly.
Anthony knew what Tongchui was worried about. He was probably worried about drinking, but Anthony proposed some things that they couldn't do. He wouldn't be able to spit out the wine.
"It's not a difficult matter, I just want to borrow your God of War chessboard to take a look." Anthony said helplessly.
Dwarves tend to be stubborn, and it is not easy to change their decisions. If I had known better, I would not have come to visit directly. I would have asked the caravan to transport the wine to sell it, and let the dwarves taste the good wine first.
I have never tasted it now, so it would be a no-brainer to refuse. It was a mistake. It was too late. It was a mistake.
When Tongchui heard this request, he said with a strange expression: "No problem, but I also want to watch it together."
It's a reasonable request to watch it together, but why does Tongchui's face look so weird?
After Tongchui had poured out the wine and had a good drink, at least he couldn't vomit it out, he took everyone to the Zhanqi ruins.
Then Anthony understood why Bronze Hammer's expression was weird: "Zhaobada! You can't even activate the war chess ruins?"
"Yes, if you can activate it, feel free to watch it, and let me watch it too. I haven't watched the replay of the God War either."