Chapter 56: Wildhammer Dwarf Friendship

The Stromgarde militia received an unprecedented welcome at Aerie Mountain. The Wildhammer dwarves didn't care at all that these fully armed human warriors entered their city.

On the contrary, the hospitable Wildhammer dwarves spontaneously took out the liquor, cheese and fruit stored in their homes to welcome the Stromgarde militia.

The Wildhammer dwarves sang and danced. It had been a long time since so many guests came to Aerie Mountain. They all ran out of their homes to welcome their guests.

Such great enthusiasm made the warriors of the Stromgarde militia flattered. They also took out some of the food and spoils they brought with them to give to the Wildhammer dwarves.

What's more, the Stromgarde militia warriors and the Wildhammer dwarves danced around the dining table.

What bad intentions could the honest and hospitable Wildhammer dwarves have? Until they took out the Wildhammer liquor...

Almost every dwarf likes liquor, both men and women, old and young.

And the dwarves of the Wildhammer clan are best at brewing high-proof liquor. The Wildhammer dwarfs' strong beer may not be as popular and famous as the Dark Iron dwarfs' Thunder Beer, but it is definitely the strongest!

That's right, it is a beer brewed from wheat, but the Wildhammer beer can reach 220 degrees! Yes, you heard it right! (Twilight Highlands quest description, just take it as fun, don't take it seriously)

With such a high degree, it can be used directly as high explosives and fuel, but the Wildhammer dwarves drink it as wine... Otherwise, why would the Wildhammer dwarf gryphon riders dare to confront the orcs' Dragonroar clan riding red dragons? They are drinking Wildhammer strong beer, but they are still afraid of red dragons. Maybe in their eyes, red dragons are just big red lizards.

The Stromgarde militiamen, who didn't know the truth, drank the full glass of Wildhammer Strong Liquor poured by the Wildhammer Dwarves without saying a word to show their friendship. The result can be imagined...

They just finished drinking it in the previous second, and fell directly on the table in the next second, with their faces buried in the plate.

The Stromgarde militiamen who drank the Wildhammer Strong Liquor fell one after another, as if the Wildhammer Dwarves added drugs to the strong liquor to knock them down.

"Ah... This wine is really strong!" The great lord Falstad Wildhammer sat at the same table with Garin. Garin also drank a full glass of Wildhammer Strong Liquor. The fishy and spicy taste stimulated his throat. This was definitely the strongest wine Garin had ever drunk. Perhaps only the industrial fuel wine of the goblins could compare with it.

A glass of Wildhammer Strong Liquor was not enough to make Garin Trollbane, a heroic warrior, faint directly, but he also felt very uncomfortable.

Falstad Wildhammer looked at Garin happily. Seeing that Garin didn't faint or even blush after drinking a glass of wine, he couldn't help but admire, "Prince Garin, you have a good alcohol tolerance! You are the first human I have ever seen who drank Wildhammer liquor without falling down."

"Then I am really honored." Garin was a little amused. How could ordinary humans bear this alcohol content? He was mainly supported by the physique of a hero-level strongman, otherwise he couldn't bear it.

Falstad Wildhammer decisively filled another glass for Garin, then raised his glass of wooden boat liquor and said happily, "It seems that I can finally have a good drink today, hahaha, come on, Prince Garin."

The large wooden wine glasses collided with each other, and then Garin and Falstad Wildhammer drank them all.

At first, the two sober people restrained themselves, and as the Wildhammer liquor continued to be drunk, the two male creatures started the good brother mode of arm in arm.

No one knows how long Garin and Falstad Wildhammer have been drinking Wildhammer liquor. Anyway, there are a lot of empty liquor barrels on their table.

The Wildhammer dwarves are not good at growing crops. In addition, the Hinterlands are not safe and there are harassments from the forest trolls. Therefore, the harvest every year is very average, and the amount of Wildhammer liquor that can be brewed is even less. After this battle, all the Wildhammer liquor in the Eagle's Nest Mountain was swept away. In the entire city inside the Eagle's Nest Mountain, you can see Wildhammer dwarves and humans who have drunk and fallen down everywhere.

The Eagle's Nest Mountain is now almost the weakest in defense, but the forest trolls are completely unaware of it. In fact, even if they knew, they would not attack the Eagle's Nest Mountain, because the drunk Wildhammer dwarves are stronger than when they are sober. They are simply crazy and desperate...

"How much did I drink..." Garin sobered up from drunkenness. The Wildhammer liquor can make a heroic warrior faint directly after drinking.

Garin, who was still a little uncomfortable, rubbed his temple decisively and observed where he was.

What was sober was that he did not fall under the table... but was carried to a room. This room was not big, but very comfortable. There was a window that could directly see the scenery outside the Eagle's Nest Mountain.

You should know that most of the spaces in the city inside the Eagle's Nest Mountain are not bright. Rooms with light like this are definitely very rare.

After almost waking up, Garin left the room. There were two Wildhammer dwarf warriors guarding the door.

"Please take me to see Lord Falstad Wildhammer." In a dwarf city like Eagle's Nest Mountain built in the mountains, it is easy to get lost if you walk around alone, so Garin decisively asked for help from the two Wildhammer dwarf warriors.

Under the leadership of the two Wildhammer dwarf warriors, Garin kept shuttling in this dwarf city. He found that in addition to the Wildhammer dwarves, there were also a large number of elves living in Eagle's Nest Mountain, and they were still high elves with blue eyes and no pollution.

When he arrived at the room where Falstad Wildhammer was, the Wildhammer dwarf lord had sobered up. He saw Garin coming and took the initiative to greet him and said, "Garin, I haven't drunk so happily for a long time."

The best way to build friendship with dwarves is to drink with them. If you can be recognized by them at the wine table, then you can easily become a friend of the dwarves.

Through the previous banquet, Garin and Falstad Wildhammer have undoubtedly become friends, so this time he directly called Garin without bringing the prince.

"Falstad, your drinking capacity is amazing, just like your riding skills of griffins, both are top-notch in Azeroth." The ninth-level Falstad Wildhammer can drink the heroic-level Garin, which is really fierce.

Falstad Wildhammer thought that Garin had not drunk enough, so he said with some disappointment, "If you want to drink next time, it will probably take some time. The grain production in Aerie Mountain is not much, so the brewing is not much."

"I can solve this problem. Whether it is Arathi Highlands or Hillsbrad Foothills, there are a lot of farms. Our grain production is very abundant, which can meet the brewing needs of Aerie Mountain." Aerie Mountain does not produce much grain because there are no large farms and harassment from forest trolls. However, the Kingdom of Stormgard, which occupies Arathi Highlands and part of Hillsbrad Foothills, has grain. This is a good opportunity to further strengthen the relationship between the two sides. How could Garin let it go?

"That's great, Garin!" Falstad Wildhammer smiled and his beard curled up. Even as a great lord, he could not drink casually. He was naturally happy to hear this news.

The grain of the Kingdom of Stormgard is the first step to build a bridge of friendship between the two races. What Garin wants is that the relationship between Stromgard and Aerie Mountain can be as close as that between Stormwind and Ironforge.