Chapter 867

Mithril Fortress is located in the northwest of the Borean Tundra, on a slightly desolate plain, there is a large dwarf-style fortress, and Mithril Fortress is located under this fortress. The structure of this city perfectly interprets the dwarf The connection between people and the earth, ordinary people will always feel extremely depressed living in this underground city, but the dwarves will not, living underground will make them feel at ease.

And the copperbeard dwarves who migrated here probably commemorated Ironforge, which made the environment of this underground city very similar to Ironforge. The dwarves found a scorching lava lake underground, so they were in the center of Mithril Castle, A large forge was also set up, and with the help of the temperature of the underground magma lake, the temperature of this underground city was maintained at a level that made the dwarves feel comfortable.

Of course, for pandaren, it's a little... hot.

Zhou Zhuo took off his fluffy cloak and changed back into the scholar's robe he wore in Pandaria. At this time, there were still a few hours before the evening banquet, and the restless traveler wandered around the Mithril Fort by himself. swim up.

Noisy, this is the first impression Mithril Fort left on Zhou Zhuo.

In Pandaria, even in the most lively half-mountain market, people will not be so noisy, but walking on the road of Mithril Castle, Zhou Zhuo's ears are hardly idle for a moment, and there are roaring noises everywhere. The sound of forging, and the sound of dwarfs with extremely loud voices drinking and having fun, as well as the sound of quarreling, hawking, and so on.

The dwarves' loud voices and straightforward tempers created the atmosphere of the city burning like flames. At first, he might not be used to it, but after he really got into it, Zhou Zhuo felt a breath of a different life blowing his face. Come.

He walked around the commercial area of ​​Mithril Fort a few times, and exchanged the jade he carried with him for some dwarves' goods. One of them was a handmade Mithril inlaid sapphire ring. The outstanding craftsmanship made the traveler sigh. Well, the pandaren also have their own skilled craftsmen, but to be honest, in the field of metal forging, the pandaren's craftsmen are far inferior to these dwarf craftsmen.

There are also "A Brief History of the War of the Three Hammers", "The King of the Mountain and the Three Hammers Civilization", "The Snow of Dun Morogh" written by Ms. Axenus, a royal historian who is said to be a dwarf civilization, etc. Books and life attitude, these things are the most precious treasures in Zhou Zhuo's eyes.

The visit of this wealthy Mr. Pandaman made the aging old dwarf store manager very happy. The pandaren not only bought a set of books himself, but also entrusted him to send a complete set of dwarf history books to him. To the Heavenly Temple in Pandaria, for this, Zhou Zhuo paid a large deposit in advance, and the happy old dwarf even took Zhou Zhuo to drink a few glasses of wine.

Well, here's proof that a dwarf accepts a stranger...

Of course, it may also be because the old dwarf made a failed investment in Mithril Fort. Selling books in the dwarf kingdom is not a good business. Zhou Zhuo's generosity helped him recover some losses.

As an out-and-out Pandaren, after Zhou Zhuo bought the book, he went to another place to experience the culture of the dwarves in his own way...that is, the tavern.

Before the pandaren appeared, the dwarves had been monopolizing the throne of the leader of the drinking world in Azeroth, but now, the pandaren who are also very good at drinking and alcoholism turned out, and the pandaren, represented by Zhou Zhuo, love drinking. The dwarves began to challenge the dwarves, the big men in the drinking world.

Probably the two most drinking races in Azeroth, what kind of flames will burst out? And after this competition, who will become the veritable alcoholic king of Azeroth?

Zhou Zhuo didn't know, and neither did the dwarves.

But after 2 hours, Dashiell Panjiao rushed into the tavern with an anxious face, and saw the naive pandaren traveler leaning on a chair, drunk, trying to take a sip of wine, and On the ground beside the lorewalker, there were several dwarf alcoholics lying here and there, and one of them was someone Dashiel was very familiar with.

Her boss...the honorary president of the Explorers' Association...Brian Bronzebeard Prince.

"Zhou Zhuo! Zhou Zhuo! Zhou Zhuo!"

The booing dwarf drinkers shouted Zhou Zhuo's name with weird pronunciation.

This weird bear man that no one has ever seen is a hero among alcoholics. He has killed the most drinking dwarves in the tavern by himself, and he is still challenging the record of drinking the most ale in this tavern at one time.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Zhuo poured the last glass of wine into his mouth with difficulty, then lifted the glass with no drop left, and turned it over. There were dwarves cheering, some draenei and humans who came to entertain, and even a few elves joined in the carnival.

"Drinking... belch... pandaren... belch..."

Zhou Zhuo started to shake when he walked, but he still held up the wine glass in his hand and shouted like a general returning from victory:

"Pandaren, the most powerful!"

"Welcome to Pandaria, friends!"

In the lively carnival of the tavern whose roof was almost lifted, Dashiell covered her eyes with a slap, and said to herself in some pain:

"Why are these master archaeologists... all hopeless drunks!"

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Uh, anyway, because of an unexpected wine fight, the banquet that was supposed to start in the evening was abruptly moved to midnight.

As for this arrangement, the archaeological masters who participated in the banquet did not show much surprise... Dwarves, that's it, drinking is their nature, and alcoholism is their original sin, everyone can understand it.

After drinking too much ale, the haggard Pandaren lorewalker came to the banquet hall. He sat down on the chair and looked at the delicious dwarf-style food on the table in front of him, but Zhou Zhuo had no appetite. nothing.

And just across from him, a very familiar old dwarf wearing a brown cowboy hat also sat there with a painful expression on his face, and seemed to have no appetite.

The two raised their heads almost at the same time, and then saw each other's impressive faces.

"It's you!"

Brian Bronzebeard suddenly jumped up from his chair, he pointed at Zhou Zhuo:

"Aha! Bear man who can drink very well, I knew that you must be not an ordinary person! You are that...Zhou...Zhou Zhuo, right?"

"It's the Pandaren!"

Zhou Zhuo corrected Brian's wrong statement, then he reached out and picked up a clean fruit, biting it while saying:

"Yes, I am Zhou Zhuo, a lorewalker from Pandaria, who are you? A dwarf."

"I'm Brian!"

Brian Bronzebeard said to Zhou Zhuo enthusiastically:

"A week ago, I received a letter from the old Earl Barov. When he was young, he had explored with me several times. He strongly recommended you to me, saying that his crew had seen you in Pandaria. The scene where the scholars clean up the antiquities is more professional than most of the so-called "explorers" in Azeroth!"

Speaking of this, the old dwarf's eyes suddenly changed, and there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, and he said to Zhou Zhuo:

"Although I trust old Barov, I still need to investigate you before I recruit you into my team."

"Investigation?"

Zhou Zhuo frowned. He looked back at those people at the banquet, and asked curiously:

"Aren't these people all invited by you? Why do you need to investigate?"

Zhou Zhuo came to Northrend by boat with these explorers from all over the world. He also chatted with them during the journey. These explorers all claimed to be invited by the Explorers’ Association. Zhou Zhuo of Pandaria didn't know the position of the Explorers' Association in the archaeological world of Azeroth, so it was difficult for him to understand the proud look of those people when they mentioned "invitation".

Facing Zhou Zhuo's question, the old dwarf snorted arrogantly. He picked up a glass of fruit juice and drank it rudely. Then he lowered his voice and said to Zhou Zhuo:

"Listen to their bragging... Do you really think my expedition team is so easy to advance? Do you know why these people came all the way here?"

Brian said with a sneer on his face:

"They just want to win a chance to work with me, and then use it to brag about their "professionalism" and identity. Their minds are not on archaeology at all. They just come here for their future glory and wealth. What's more, Austrian Dull's secret is of great importance, and the human king will not rest assured that the dwarves will investigate it alone, so among these people, there must be spies from various organizations!"

"Especially that so-called "Sacred Relic Association", a crooked way created by the high elves, they are a bunch of rogues! Taking precious cultural relics to auction and collecting money, it's a shame they figured it out."

"What I'm doing is a very sacred job, Zhou Zhuo who can drink!"

Brian stood on the chair and said to the pandaren very seriously:

"I must ensure that my team is full of first-class players. You must know that facing the remnants left by the Titans, only truly good players can guarantee that they will not drag others down and can complete their work better. What this job means to the dwarves is beyond the comprehension of these fame-seeking bastards."

"Well, you're right."

Zhou Zhuo agreed with a face, but said with some fear:

"Before I came here, I also found a ruin left by a Titan in Kun-Lai Mountains in Pandaria. The scene was really too grand, but it was also really scary. 25 people who protected me were burned to ashes by that horrible monster..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Zhuo remembered his experience in Mogu'shan Treasure House that day, he trembled suddenly, and said with some fear:

"It's really terrifying!"

"What did you say?"

Brian's eyes widened, he looked at the pandaren in front of him:

"You said you inspected a titan's ruins? Really?"

"certainly!"

Zhou Zhuo took out a hand-sized jade figurine from his robe pocket a little proudly. It was a small ornament carved into a Mogu soldier, and it was a collection he got in the treasure house of Mogu'shan. The jade figurine was handed to Brian, who carefully held the jade figurine in his hand, then took out a magnifying glass with a large magnification from his pocket, and carefully observed the exquisite jade figurine.

"Well, the handed down work has a history of at least 7,000 years."

The old dwarf put down the magnifying glass, took out another small instrument, and probed the jade figurine. He whispered:

"This is an art style that I have never seen before. It is probably a unique civilization feature of the Pandaria continent. What the hell, I wouldn't be trapped here if I wasn't caught up in Ulduar's affairs. I might I will go to Uldum, or to Pandaria, to see new civilizations, new miracles, ah, those two good places, at least let me spend 200 years of boring time...etc."

Brian's complaints were interrupted by a slight buzzing, and the magic jewelry-like thing in his hand kept shining with blue light, which made the old dwarf nod in satisfaction.

He put away the instrument, returned the jade figurine to Zhou Zhuo, and said:

"There are indeed remnants of Titan power on this thing, which proves that you are not lying... An archaeologist who has actually investigated the ruins of Titan, you have surpassed 99% of archaeologists in the world... You are welcome to join me The team, Mr. Zhou Zhuo..."

Facing the hand extended by the old dwarf, Zhou Zhuo shrugged and held that hand. At the same time, he looked at Brian curiously, and asked:

"I heard that you have been searching for several years in the storm cliffs. What is driving you to persist so persistently? I am curious."

Zhou Zhuo's question made Brian sigh, and the old dwarf whispered:

"Do you pandaren know where you came from? I mean, do you know your origins and your stories?"

Zhou Zhuo nodded, Brian shrugged:

"That's why, Zhou Zhuo, we dwarves don't know where we came from, we know we have a mission, but we don't know what that mission is, and most importantly, the dwarves lost their hometown, we want to Retake Ironforge, but not on our own."

"We still need the power of our ancestors... Alas, speaking of this, I think of my excellent disciple, Harrison Jones. If he is here, rely on the child's strong observation skills and almost instinctive knowledge of archeology Keen, we probably already discovered it.”

"But it's okay, now that I have you as a good helper, I believe this puzzle won't last for too long..."

"We will find Ulduar, we will enter it, and thoroughly reveal the secrets of creation! Uh, of course, before that, I have to drink with you again, Zhou Zhuo, come with me, let these flies Let's play here, let's go drink!"

"This time, please!"