Chapter 350: War on the Wine Table (Part 2)

The system elf ran out: "Dear host, do you want to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"

"Nonsense! Is there any good way? Physical."

"I can stimulate the proliferation of alcohol-specific anti-alcohol enzymes in the host, so that you are less likely to get drunk. You can increase your drinking capacity by up to 5000%, but the price is the physical fitness of the host..."

"Stop talking, just do it!"

In less than three seconds after Kurdran finished drinking, Duke gurgled down the big cup.

"Come on! Who is afraid of whom!?" Duke directly turned the big wine glass over, only a few drops of wine dripped down to show that he drank it up.

For a while, everyone was in an uproar.

In the end Duke is a real person without showing his face? Or pure recklessness, which will be revealed later?

Miss Ilucia Barov looked at the huge wine barrel suspiciously, as if she was tempted by the mellow aroma of the wine, Ilucia beckoned, and naturally a dwarf maid would help pour the wine.

Ilucia just took a sip, and felt a little sweet at first, but after just a minute, the overbearing strength of alcohol bloomed from her stomach, and a hot current rose from her chest and went straight to her forehead.

"God! What kind of wine is this?" Ilucia almost couldn't stand.

Over there, Kurdran saw that Duke didn't pour a glass, the King of the Wildhammer was very upset, you know, he almost choked himself. He was thinking: You little boy can drink like this? Then pretend that you can't drink!

"I just don't like you humans making so many twists and turns. If I don't drink you up today, my surname is not Wildhammer. Come on, let's have a good drink!"

A barrel of wine, even a small barrel, at least 10 liters, was quickly consumed by Kurdran and Duke.

Kurdran here is certainly talented.

Duke over there is also unfathomable!

Most of the group of guys who were drinking around were stunned, and only a few guys who didn't 'die at the wine table' were a little drunk and hazy.

The two guys in the middle of the sideline wobbled but didn't fall.

"Hey, Duke, don't you think we're going on like this forever?" Kurdran wiped the wine from his beard and accidentally wiped it on his eyebrows.

"Well, old man Kurdran, how about something more exciting?" Duke gracefully wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then poked his finger to the tip of his nose: "Or? Mix it with wine?"

"That's the inevitable second stage, not exciting." Kurdran waved his hand: "Bring all the models on my military map! And my baby."

Soon, a large number of Griffin Knight models were placed on the table.

"From now on, every round, I will add 8 more Griffin Knights to a team. Correspondingly, you have to give me 10 more barrels of this wine."

"no problem."

"I'm not... finished. From now on, we'll mix wine. Each round must drink a different wine than the previous round. And we'll play dice."

"What dice?"

Seeing a dwarf attendant bring a fist-sized dice, Duke laughed dumbfounded.

Nima, should it be said that alcoholics in all worlds are common?

I saw that each side of the dice had different content written on it, such as 'measurement', 'one cup', and 'two cups'. Of course, the scariest thing was the 'clear on the table'.

Now, there are at least twenty different wines on the table...

At that moment, Duke's army of 100,000 grass and mud horses ran wildly in his heart, and he wanted to die.

5000% increase in anti-alcoholic enzymes sounds like a lot. If you are fighting five scum, 5000% is 50 times, and 50 times is only 250.

A 'desktop clear' can definitely kill him in seconds.

"Hey, you can only drink one drink per round, but drinking one drink is only considered a breakeven. You have to drink a different drink before you can roll the dice. The one cast on the dice is what the opponent wants to drink. The opponent can start his own round after drinking .”

I don't want to know anything anymore. At this moment, Duke just wants to make a phone call, er, call a mage to send a letter to Lothar. If he dies due to alcoholism, is it considered a work-related injury?

The brutal decisive battle has begun.

Duke attacked first, his face was black, and after two drinks, Kurdran only scored a "follow the amount". The shameless King of the Wildhammer only took a small sip in order to cheat the drink.

There will be consequences for squandering opportunities. Kurdran, who attacked from the back, beat Duke a "five cups".

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Duke decisively cheated, let the system elf control his muscles, and threw a 'table clear' to Kurdran.

However, the cheating life needs no explanation.

Kurdran didn't fall!

It hasn't fallen yet!

After refilling the wine on the table, he shamelessly returned Duke a "clear on the table".

Duke was sunk... just barely...

Looking at the system prompt "You're 1% short of drinking capacity and you're going to be completely drunk." Duke managed to hold on. Continuing to cheat, another 'clearing on the table' retaliated.

This time, Kurdran, the overlord at the drinking table, finally showed signs of failure. He almost tried his best to give Duke another 'cup'.

At this moment, the coach of the league's wine table, Duke Marcus, drank the glass of wine with the most tragic expression, and then collapsed.

Is the outcome already decided?

No!

Amidst the cheers of all the Wildhammer dwarves, Kurdran raised his wine glass high, but couldn't drink even a drop.

At this moment, Kurdran seemed to be possessed by something, and he sang a majestic and lonely tune:

"This body is the bone of wine!"

"The blood is injected with wine, and the heart is like a wine vat!"

"Across countless wine markets without defeat."

"Never once lost."

"I never got a confidant."

"Often I am alone on the top of the empty cask, drunk in solitary triumph."

"However, all that remains is nothingness."

"Then this body is destined to be born for wine and fight for drinking friends."

After singing, the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a bang: "I declare that from now on, Duke will be my brother!" After finishing speaking, the wine table devil Kurdran* Wildhammer... fell down...

There was a thunderous snore.

Unexpectedly, there was no winner! ?

Kurdran, who can fight a team of wine by himself, can fight against the young human mage Duke.

It is conceivable that Duke's reputation will spread throughout the Eagle's Nest overnight.

Yes, that's right!

Duke led the army to save the Eagle's Nest Mountain, perhaps the reputation is not yet a household name. But Duke defeated Kurdran at the wine table, then Duke is destined to be famous throughout the dwarven world.

The worldview of the dwarves is so weird, only the guy who can fight and drink the most can be famous.

It was found that no one could stand at the guest and host seats. The aftermath troops from both sides came out to clean up the battlefield one after another, and picked up their respective 'corpses'.

A dwarf aunt who seemed to be Kurdran's wife threw Kurdran onto a small cart and pushed Kurdran away as if she was about to take out the trash.

Vanessa dragged Du by someone's leg, dragging Duke away like a dead dog.