Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

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After spending more than half an hour, the first barrel of emerald spirits was finally distilled.

At this moment, the complexions of the people beside the still were a little red, because the smell of the distilled wine was too strong.

If it weren't for the shop selling wine in front, it is estimated that the smell of wine would attract a large group of dwarves.

"Okay, Raymond, put out the fire first!" Narante immediately gave the order.

"Nalant, is this all right?" Natasha stepped forward curiously, looking at the emerald spirit distilled out of the wooden barrel with some doubts.

It seems that there is no change, and Nalante has not seen any raw materials licked into it, it is simply burned with fire, which is no different from boiling water.

Could this increase the strength of the wine?

"That's right, that's fine." Nalan nodded.

Although he is not sure how strong the distilled wine can be, he thinks it will be stronger than the original emerald spirits.

As he spoke, Nalante stepped forward directly to the side of the wooden barrel, then took a cup from the big stone, and scooped a small cup of distilled wine.

Under everyone's gaze, Nalante took a sip directly to his lips.

Hiss!

When the wine entered the mouth, Nalante showed an expression of surprise in an instant, and then let out a professional sigh of an old alcoholic.

Anyone who has heard such a breath must know that this means that the alcohol has reached a certain level.

"Nalante, how is it? Did it succeed?" Natasha obviously didn't understand, but seeing Nalante's happy face, he guessed that it was more likely to be successful.

"Natasha, you have a try!" Narante smiled knowingly, and immediately handed the cup to Natasha's mouth.

Natasha was really curious about the method Nalante said, and wanted to find out whether it was true that boiling water would increase the strength of alcohol, so she didn't refuse.

Immediately pursing her red lips, she moved to the wine glass.

Gudong!

Natasha was so fearless that she didn't know, she even took a sip like drinking wine.

puff!

Unsurprisingly, Natasha spewed out a mouthful of spirits.

Cough cough cough!

"Nalante, you are teasing me!" While coughing, Natasha said sullenly to Narante.

Where is this wine!

It is estimated that even poison is not so spicy.

"Haha, Natasha, I didn't want you to know if my method was successful!" Seeing Natasha getting angry, Narante immediately stepped forward to pat her on the back, and then handed her a cup. Cold boiled water.

"snort!"

After drinking the boiling water, the hot feeling in Natasha's mouth finally subsided a lot, so she snorted angrily.

However, thinking of the changes in the Emerald Spirits, she still couldn't help but said: "Nalante, this is too amazing, if I didn't see the Emerald Spirits in it with my own eyes, I would have suspected that you were lying !"

"Hehe, do I have to lie to people about such a small matter!"

After tasting this distilled liquor, although Nalante couldn't estimate the exact degree, it was definitely not much worse than the low-alcohol liquor in his previous life.

Moreover, the ordinary fire wine and fire wine in this world do not have the strength of baijiu at all.

In this way, his distilled emerald spirits definitely have a great chance of winning the competition.

Thinking that he would become a dwarf weapon sales contractor in the future, Narante felt that the future was promising.

Right now, he worked harder and started to brew the remaining four barrels of emerald spirits.

…

Time turned to the early morning two days later.

But this morning, the sun had just risen from the east, and the streets of the dwarf gathering place were already crowded with people.

Because, today is the three-year wine-making competition.

Both the dwarves and the humans who came to the Forge of the Furnace were full of interest in what wine could win this year.

For this reason, the place where the dwarves hold the brewing competition is specially chosen in an open space outside the gathering place, so that it can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators.

Nalante also got up early today, and had Quake and the others load four barrels of distilled emerald spirits into the carriage early, preparing to take them to the competition location.

Of course, before going to the competition, Nalante personally went to the Phili Tavern.

It's not to go to buy wine, but to bet, to bet on your own storm collar to win.

That's fifty times the odds. Since he has a high probability of winning, Nalante will naturally not let go of this opportunity to win.

He pressed five hundred gold coins on his head at once.

The reason why he only pressed 500 coins was not that Nalante didn't have enough capital, but because he was worried that he would hold grudges if he won too much.

As for the bet of 500 gold coins, if he really wins, the payout will only be 25,000 gold coins.

Such a small amount of gold coins, compared to the reputation of Philip's Tavern, shouldn't make them jump over the wall in a hurry.

Nalante knew that the backer of the Phili Tavern was an empire backer.

After the bet was completed and the receipt for the bet was collected, he waved his hand and led his subordinates towards the competition site.

When they arrived at the competition site, it was already crowded with people.

In front of the crowd, a large open space has been reserved, and in front of the open space, there is a raised platform.

A lot of seats were reserved on the high platform for the various factions participating in the competition and the high-level dwarves.

Nalante took out the iron plate of the competition that he had obtained during the registration, and came to the rear of the high platform unimpeded under the guidance of the dwarf soldiers.

"Mario, I'll leave the matter to you later!" Narante explained to Mario when he came to the back of the high platform.

"Yes, my lord!"

After receiving Mario's answer, Narante took Natasha towards the seat on the high platform.

He is not going to take part in the competition in person today, the reason is very simple, that is to prevent the people from the Emerald Tavern from recognizing him.

In addition, the spirits in this competition were all prepared in advance, so whether Nalante played or not, it would be the same, and in the end it would be the spirits that spoke.

When Nalante came to the high platform to take a seat, there were already many human nobles who participated in the competition.

He simply took Natasha and sat on the side to avoid the inconvenience of sitting in the middle.

"Boy, you really dare to come!"

But not long after Nalante took his seat, a strange voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

"Why are you a disgusting guy everywhere!" Nalante knew who the voice was without looking.

Second Prince Cory of the Bach Empire.

"Boy, don't think you'll be fine if you stay in the Forge. Unless you stay here for the rest of your life, as long as you leave the Forge, I'll let you know what will happen to you if you offend me, Corey!"

As Corey, the seat is naturally close to the center, and he can even sit on the side of the king of the hill.

And the reason why he appeared here was to find Nalante.

Nalante humiliated him in public that day, and he still hasn't forgotten it.

"Idiot!" Narante gave him a blank look.

"Boy, just wait!" Corey also knew that he couldn't take advantage of Narante verbally, so he left bitterly surrounded by several nobles after saying a word.

"His Royal Highness, who is that kid? How dare he even provoke you?"

After Corey left, the noble youths beside him couldn't help asking curiously.

They are all nobles of the small principality, and the principality is attached to the breath of the Bach Empire.

Therefore, seeing someone who didn't even give Corey face, I was naturally very curious.

"It's just a country bumpkin who came out of nowhere. By the way, have you heard of the territory called Stormland?" Corey replied disdainfully.

However, speaking of it, he still doesn't know where Narante came from.

The last time he met at Master Moore's house, he only knew that Narante and Luo Er were friends.

And when he registered that day, he knew that Nalante came from a place called Stormland.

However, he didn't know where the Stormlands belonged, and he was going to check it out when he went back. When the time came to confirm that it belonged to that principality, he would not only take revenge on Nalante himself, but also the principality as well.

No one can lose face as the second prince of the Bach Empire without paying the price.

"Storm Nation? Your Highness Corey, our alliance does not seem to have such a principality!"

"I've heard this name before, could it be a great nobleman from a duchy?"

Several noble youths thought about it and shook their heads.

"Then do you know wine? That wine is produced by his storm collar!"

"Wine is his?" The noble youths were surprised again.

In the past two days, the wine has already spread among the nobles who came to the Forge to participate in the competition.

The sweet taste and noble color completely conquered the nobles.

In this way, as long as the nobles who tasted it will remember this wine, they can even imagine the violent repercussions it will cause if it is brought back to the Holy Alliance.

It's just that they didn't expect that the wine belonged to such an ordinary young man as Nalante, and the place of origin was also a place name they had never heard of.

"Although the wine is delicious, this kid has no self-knowledge and is planning to use it to participate in this competition. Let's see how he loses later!"

Corey was very upset to see that instead of getting an answer to his question, a group of noble youths expressed their shock at Narante.

Immediately changed the topic, wanting to belittle Nalante to regain his sense of existence.

After realizing this, the group of noble youths also knew that they and others had offended Keli, and they all laughed and echoed immediately.

"His Highness Corey is right. Although the wine is delicious and suits the taste of our human race, if you participate in this competition, you will definitely lose!"

"That's right, the alcohol content of the wine is less than half of that of Flame Wine, how can it compete with Flame Wine!"

"Haha, if Raging Flame Wine wins again today, I invite you to go to the tavern in the Forge to enjoy the intermediate-level Warcraft barbecue!" Corey finally felt relieved after hearing this, and immediately made a promise to several noble youths.

Nalante didn't know that Corey thought he really used wine to participate in the competition. After waiting for a long time, the king of the hill arrived with the high-level dwarves, which indicated that the competition was about to start.

This competition is also very simple, the king of the hill brought thousands of dwarf soldiers.

These thousands of dwarf soldiers will be divided into groups of fifty to taste the spirits participating in the competition.

After tasting, they will finally express their approval and disapproval of the spirits with a heads-up vote.

In the end, the top three fine wines that received the most recognition will be kept for further competition.

Of course, if the number of votes is the same, for example, the top ten spirits all have the same number of approvals, then the ten kinds of fine wines can also participate in further competitions at that time.

At this time, not only the taste of spirits has to be compared, but the price is also the key to winning.

The king of the hill will not make the final decision until the final choice of these dwarf soldiers is obtained.

"Let's start the competition!"

The King of the Hill didn't talk too much, and immediately announced the start of the competition after taking his seat.

Then, a dwarf in charge of presiding over the outcome of the competition immediately stood on the field, and immediately began to draw notes from a wooden box.

The order of the competition is random, which is also specially set to maintain the notarization of the competition.

After all, the dwarves in each round of wine tasting are different, and choosing the order of appearance by drawing lots is impeccable for all forces.

"The Nok Empire is the first to participate in the competition!"

Soon, the dwarf read out that the first faction to be drawn for the competition was actually a principality.

As his words fell, not long after the high stage, a team of people from the Nok Empire pulled the carriage to the open space in the field.

Then, the people of the Nok Empire began to pour wine from the barrel very quickly, and sent it to the table of fifty dwarf soldiers.

"Dwarf warriors, this is our Nok Empire Nokki spirit. It has been brewed by the chief brewer of our imperial royal family for the past three years. The strength has been improved. I hope you like it!"

After finishing speaking, the steward of the Nuuk Empire quickly stepped back, waiting for the result of the dwarves.

And all the dwarf soldiers could not wait to smell the wine in the bowl.

"Delicious!"

"Well, the Nuoqi wine is indeed stronger this time!"

After drinking a bowl of Nuoqi wine, many dwarf soldiers were still unsatisfied and gave their own judgments

Soon, the Nuoqi wine of the Nok Empire completed the first competition with the approval of forty-six people raising their hands.

"Wow, forty-six dwarf soldiers actually recognized it, which is seven more dwarf soldiers than last year. It seems that the Nok Empire has really made up its mind to study it in the past three years!"

"Haha~www.readwn.com~ Forty-six people approved of this first appearance, look at the faces of the nobles of other small principalities!"

As the result of the first competition came out, the crowd of onlookers immediately started talking.

And such a result did put a lot of pressure on the other small duchies. After all, only forty-eight dwarves recognized even the Flame Wine and the Fire Wine in previous years.

"The second one to participate in the competition is the Principality of Kazir!"

While everyone was discussing, the dwarf host had already pulled out a second note.

As he read again, the team from the Principality of Kaqier also appeared on the field.

Then fifty bowls of spirits were delivered to the dwarves' tables.

However, this time the spirits of the Principality of Khaziel are not as popular as those of the Nanok Empire.

Some dwarf soldiers even frowned slightly after taking a few sips.

"This is also considered strong wine...it can't be compared with the strong fire wine we tasted..."

Among the different expressions of the dwarf soldiers, the spirit of the Principality of Khaziel only received 20 approvals in the end.

"The third person to participate in the competition is..."

“The taste is okay, but still not strong enough…”

Obtained twenty-nine recognitions...

"The fourth person to participate in the competition is..."

As the competition progressed, forces of all sizes appeared on the stage. However, the small principality is a small principality after all, and it really cannot be compared with the empire.

More than a dozen duchies appeared in this series, and the number of approved ones did not exceed forty dwarf soldiers.

At present, the tallest is still the Nok Empire that first appeared.

"The twelfth contestant is the Blue Shield Empire..." chaptere