Chapter 349: War on the Wine Table (Part 1)

"Welcome! Welcome! Boys and girls." He gestured for them to sit in the assigned chairs.

"You are very welcome. We were once very worried that those green skins would destroy our hometown. Ancestors, even if they are what you call hard labor with low combat power, there are still too many of them! Fortunately, you His arrival put an end to everything, and we Wildhammer dwarves are grateful."

"Hello, please allow me to introduce myself formally. I am Duke Marcus, and now I am the deputy commander of the alliance, the supreme commander of this army." Duke patiently explained about the Horde. Everything that has been done, and talk about the fate of Stormwind City.

In the end, Duke decisively used Medivh's integrity.

At this moment, Duke's body is full of divine light, which is an affinity that is very easy to be recognized.

"Kurdran, will you and your people join our alliance?"

Kurdran frowned, tugged at his beard, and once again dug out Magni's letter to him.

The content that he always thought was unreliable jumped out of the paper, mixed with Duke's commentary, and entered his imagination.

A green frenzy as indistinguishable from today overwhelmed Khaz Modan.

Rude greenskins have taken control of the mine, looting all the iron ore there.

Huge black iron warships proudly sail across the sea carrying the gunfire of the Kul Tiras fleet.

Let the green disaster sweep the entire continent.

When all the information and what he saw with his own eyes was added, Kurdran and the other Wildhammers shuddered at the truth of the matter.

"Indeed." Kurdran sighed, "We, the Wildhammers, had many conflicts with the Bronzebeard tribe—that's why we had the terrible 'War of the Three Hammers', and that's why we left. Khaz Modan. But they are still our brothers, our people."

When Kurdran said this, Duke already felt that something was going on.

"These filthy greenskins, this bloody tribe, first attacked our brothers, plundering their land and the ore that has been passed down for thousands of years. Well, the ore is the wealth and life of the dwarves. Now they are attacking us again. It's all about Your timely reinforcements allowed us to escape the fate of our homeland being destroyed." Speaking of this, Kurdran changed his subject: "That's right, I really don't like your timely support time. But..."

"But?" Duke raised his eyebrows.

"But since these filthy guys are a real threat to the entire world, you have indeed saved Eagle's Nest Mountain." Kurdran slammed one hand on the armrest of his chair: "Of course, we will join the alliance! We must work together to destroy these orcs until they become poor creatures that can no longer pose a threat to anyone!"

He stood up and held out his hand to Duke: "There is no doubt that you will have the assistance of the Wildhammer."

Duke held out his hand, then bared his teeth quickly.

Nima, Kurdran is narrow-minded! Use so much strength in your hands! My hands are almost crushed

Kurdran suddenly smirked: "However, dwarves hate hypocrisy the most. The Wildhammer's assistance is definitely there, but how much more depends on your ability."

A certain Wildhammer king hooked his fingers, and a group of five-short dwarves ran up carrying the wine that Duke had sent them.

Ten barrels of wine lined up.

Kurdran slapped a wine barrel: "Come on, don't play tricks. The king is against the king, and the general is against the general. One drink each time, I drink you down, and I give half of the Griffin Knight. You have the ability to overthrow Me, I will bring all the Griffin Knights with you! Of course, you also have the right to refuse..."

After all, it was a complete threat.

A bloody threat.

Duke unconsciously glanced out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the generals of Stormwind Kingdom are shining brightly:

Gavin Ladd, one of the first five paladins* Doom.

Reginald Windsor, who would later become Field Marshal.

He died in the original history, but now he will be the first batch of Tom Seamus who will be promoted to Marshal after his resurrection.

Now, all the generals, Qiqi... took a step back.

The movements are neat, as if they have been rehearsed countless times.

Nima! There must be a spectrum even if there is no morality, right?

Duke's eyeballs almost popped out.

Hey, there's another one that hasn't retreated.

Duke's joy hadn't passed yet, and he immediately realized that that guy was Queen Xi! Cirvanas raised her long golden eyebrows, and it was written all over her face: What does it matter to me that you men fight for wine?

"Master, you can celebrate with peace of mind. I will be responsible for taking you back to the bedroom to ensure that you will not do anything that violates alliance etiquette and duke status." Vanessa, the little maid who came to accompany the army this time, Made a proper lady's gift.

But why do you have more than a dozen coiled ropes hanging around your waist! ?

Once I get drunk, you will tie me into a rice dumpling, right?

Oh hell, are you the master or am I the master?

At this time, Kurdran's image began to magnify infinitely in Duke's field of vision, and it was already bigger than the size that the dwarves [God Avatar] could grow into.

Well, that is definitely the size and pressure of a demon king.

Kurdran stood up, pulled out Duke's hand seriously (deceptively), held it, and then stuffed it into a huge small wooden barrel-shaped wine glass, which was full of fragrant and rich wine.

"As King of the Wildhammers, I thank you on behalf of the fifty thousand people of Eagle's Nest Mountain. Duke! To the friendship between dwarves and humans, cheers!"

I said a lot of words of thanks, but they actually meant the same thing—you bastard give me a drink!

He only said this sentence, but it was enough, and the group of unscrupulous bastards also raised their glasses: "For the alliance!"

Union your sister!

My lord, in order to please the dwarves, I poured alcohol into the sweet fruit wine that these dwarves like to drink!

Duke's face turned pale.

What is called cocooning oneself, this is it!

If you don't do it, you won't die, why do I want to do it so well! ?

When Duke raised his glass with a sad face, Kurdran, the demon king of the wine table, said: "I will do it first, you take your time, but remember to be fair."

After finishing speaking, the Kurdran Demon King drank at least 500ml of the so-called fruit wine with at least 50 degrees of alcohol in three seconds: "Sweet! This is a fucking good wine! Damn it, I used to drink it like horses!" Urine."

Duke... Before crossing, he was just a college student, never entered the society, let alone a table warrior who had experienced the test of alcohol. Although the body is not bad after time travel, but the body without special training is also the average level.

Suddenly asking Duke to face the devil-level Kurdran, Duke wanted to cry.

Du secretly shed tears in his heart: "Why did I not follow the original history and arrest Lothar. With Lothar topping the tank, it will not be my turn to say anything."

The moment the wine entered his throat, a miracle happened.