Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

"Look, the dwarf soldiers are starting to raise their hands!"

While many onlookers were discussing, after the fifth bowl of fine wine, the dwarf soldier stopped drinking and began to vote with a show of hands.

Seeing this scene, the crowd who had been arguing before finally stopped talking and looked nervously at the field.

According to past experience, in this final, the more wine the dwarf soldiers drank, the more they recognized and liked it.

After all, who wants to drink more than they like to drink?

And the fact is just as people thought, as more and more dwarves raised their hands, everyone showed a look of disappointment on their faces.

Because the dwarf soldiers who recognized the orc spirit broke through to more than 190 people almost immediately.

One hundred and ninety-five, one hundred and ninety-six one hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight...

"This...can the spirits of the orcs reach the unanimous approval of two hundred people? The dwarves have held so many brewing competitions, but there has never been a unanimous vote in the finals!"

"Probably not! If this is the case, then our Holy Alliance will be ashamed, but, having said that, now our Holy Alliance has lost..."

The crowd couldn't help but jump wildly when they saw the number of approvals increased with each vote.

The human race has participated in so many brewing competitions, but has never received so much recognition in the finals.

If the orc really got the approval of 200 votes this time, then the human race would not have to claim to be the number one brewer, let alone despise the orc for being barbaric and stupid.

Fortunately, the thing that worried everyone did not happen, because the number of approved votes finally stopped at 199 votes.

"One hundred and ninety-nine votes..."

But even so, the crowd couldn't help looking up when they saw this, because this had already broken the previous record created by the human race.

And now, it can basically be said that the Orcs have won.

"How is this possible!" The second prince of the Bach Empire turned pale, and they lost the flaming wine.

Originally, they only regarded the Blue Shield Empire as a strong enemy. This time, because the taste of the flame wine was improved, they thought it should be a sure thing.

And his second prince, by coming to get the staff that Master Moore helped to forge, let himself get back the champion of this competition, and then returned to the Bach Empire to brush up his reputation.

But now the champion of this competition is lost, let alone earning any reputation.

I'm afraid his other brothers will be able to pour water on him immediately.

Even if it was because of the irresistible factor of the orcs this time, it would be slandered that the defeat was because of him, Corey.

When the second prince Corey looked unlucky, in fact Nalante also showed a dignified expression.

Unexpectedly, this orc really sprung up suddenly, and got 199 approvals, which is eight approvals higher than the Bach Empire.

Although he had never participated in previous competitions, he also knew from the comments of the crowd below that this result was already very high.

At this moment, those orcs who don't know how to suppress their emotions have already let out a smug laugh.

Except for the deep fox old man, all the orcs' joy and competition with the human race have been hung on their faces.

"Next, the last one to participate in the competition is the Storm collar!"

The ape clan spirits of the orc clan came up with the result of the competition, and the dwarf host did not delay, and immediately announced the appearance of the storm leading the team.

Afterwards, Mario quickly brought the team to the arena and began pouring out the Eye of the Storm liquor from the barrel.

"Hey, by the way, we humans still have a storm collar, maybe the orcs may not necessarily win!"

When the storm leader appeared on the stage, many of the onlookers who had been discussing before immediately looked at the field. The impact of the orcs on them was so great that they almost forgot the existence of the storm leader.

A glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of many people who were unwilling to let the orcs win. ,

"Impossible! You have also heard the dwarf's comment just now. Although the spirits of the storm collar are strong enough, the taste is not as delicious as the flame wine and the fire wine. It is impossible to compare with the spirits of the orcs."

"Hey, it looks like the orcs are really going to win this time!"

However, that glimmer of hope only rose for a moment, but it was ruthlessly wiped out by the rest of the people.

Even the nobles on the high platform frowned. If it was the nobles who were most reluctant to see the orcs get weapons, they were the nobles.

After all, when the orcs become stronger, their interests will be directly threatened.

"Dwarf warriors, this is the Eye of the Storm from our Storm collar. The purchase price is only two gold coins. Please taste it slowly, all dwarf warriors!"

"What, only two gold coins!"

"Yeah, although the taste is a bit bad, but for its strength, it's not so cheap!"

At this time, as Mario told the price of Eye of the Storm to the dwarf soldiers in front, everyone in the audience couldn't help being stunned.

Because the price is too low.

Even low-quality liquor like Emerald Liquor needs to be sold for one gold coin to make money, but this high-strength liquor only sold for two gold coins, and everyone even wondered if he wanted to sell it at a loss.

Anyway, I can't win this competition.

"It's already at this time, and I still want to show off!" The second prince Corey, who was already in a bad mood, vented his resentment towards Nalante without hesitation.

In his opinion, Narante is also eyeballing at the moment.

As the prince of the empire, he naturally knew the cost of brewing a lot of high-quality spirits, and even the price quoted by them for the fire spirits was just enough to maintain the cost price.

But because of the previous victory, he temporarily dropped ten silver coins, which were the shipping cost for transporting the flame wine to the Forge of the Furnace.

But in order to continue to win and obtain a large number of weapons forged by the dwarves, the Bach Empire can pay back the ten silver coins.

This is not just the idea of ​​his Bach Empire, or even the idea of ​​​​all Holy Alliance empires.

It is estimated that in this competition, the only offer that does not lose money is probably the beast race.

Because their winemaking materials all come from forests, that is to say, labor costs are excluded, and there is almost no need for much other inputs.

In this way, the offer of three gold coins should allow the orcs to earn some money.

Narante didn't respond to the strange expressions of the crowd.

And the dwarves in the field have also raised the wine bowls in front of them at this moment.

"Well, the smell of this wine is indeed stronger than ever!"

"Yeah!, but unfortunately, Captain Kakad just said that the taste of the eye of the storm is still far from the Flame Wine and the Flame Wine!"

"Whatever it is, if the taste is worse, it will be worse. We must also taste this unprecedented intensity!"

A group of dwarves held the wine bowl and didn't taste it right away, but put it to their mouths and smelled it, and immediately could tell from the strong smell of the wine that the strength was really extraordinary.

After finishing speaking, all the dwarves raised their wine bowls one after another, and immediately poured them into their mouths with a thud!

"Well!"

The classic scene reappeared again, but after two hundred dwarf soldiers took a sip of strong wine, they were immediately stunned by the high-strength alcohol just like Kakad and others before.

It took a while for the dwarf soldiers to recover, and then everyone looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

But amidst the shock, there was a trace of doubt.

However, they didn't have time to say anything at the moment, but immediately raised their heads and poured the strong wine into their mouths.

And the crowd of onlookers didn't notice anything unusual, because the performance of the 200 dwarf soldiers didn't look much different from the first round.

"Have another bowl!" Soon, a group of dwarves finished their first night of drinking and begged for birth to Nalante's subordinate who was standing beside him holding a flagon.

Naturally, Nalante's subordinates reacted quickly, filling the wine bowl quickly again. Gu persimmon

Gudong Gudong!

There was another ferocious gulp.

"Hiss, another bowl!"

Gudong Gudong!

"Wow, I even drank three bowls. It seems that the Eye of the Storm is really good. If there is no beast clan, it should be able to compete with the Bach Empire and the Blue Shield Empire for the first place!"

"Yeah! I'm really curious about where this Storm collar came from. The spirits it brews are not inferior to those of the two empires. Why haven't we heard of it before!"

"Hey, wait, take a look!"

"Look at what?"

"Then... those dwarf soldiers seem to want to drink the fourth bowl!"

"What, I still want to drink the fourth bowl. These dwarves have only drank three bowls of Flame Wine and Flame Wine just now!"

With an exclamation, the attention of everyone in the field was drawn back to where the dwarf soldiers were.

And as everyone saw, the dwarf who gulped down the third bowl raised his bowl again.

"Pour me another bowl!"

As the bowl was filled again, the dwarves drank again.

"Hiss, it's really the fourth bowl, that is to say, the eye of the storm has already compared the raging fire wine with the raging flame wine!"

The crowd of onlookers was immediately stunned. They thought it was very lucky that the eye of the storm could be as powerful as Raging Flame Wine and Raging Fire Wine.

But now this performance has indeed shown that Eye of the Storm has surpassed the first two.

After all, the more the dwarf soldiers drank, the more intuitively they recognized the wine...

"Wait...he...they seem to want to drink..." Just when everyone was still in disbelief, a scene that made them even more dumbfounded appeared.

Because, after drinking the fourth bowl, the dwarf soldiers once again stretched out their wine bowls to beg for spirits from the storm collar!

Wow!

"The...fifth bowl!"

"Everyone, the dwarf soldiers only drank five bowls of the orc-like ape spirit just now!"

In an instant, even the representatives on the high platform were a little stunned.

Even the higher-ups of the dwarves were baffled.

Although they had never drunk Eye of the Storm, they also knew from Kakad's mouth earlier that the strong fire wine must not be so tasteless as it is now.

"Give me another bowl..." However, when everyone was puzzled, the dwarf soldier in the field actually raised the wine bowl to the storm collar again.

And these dwarves are all flushed at the moment, with longing expressions on their faces.

"..."

At this moment, everyone in the field has already spoken again, and everyone is staring blankly at this incredible scene.

If you drink this bowl, it will be the sixth bowl.

The dwarf soldiers of the orc race's ape race spirits only drank five bowls, but they gave a approval number of one hundred and ninety-nine votes.

Then how many approval votes should Eye of the Storm get after drinking the sixth bowl?

However, when everyone was thinking about how to count votes for the eye of the storm in the sixth bowl, the next moment they realized that their troubles were completely useless.

Because the voice of "one more bowl" has already been heard in that scene.

This is the seventh bowl!

"!!"

And this seventh bowl is actually still the beginning...

The eighth bowl...

The ninth bowl...

tenth bowl...

Onlookers: "...!!"

Gaotai Noble Representative: "...!!"

High-level dwarves: "...!!"

Narante: "...!!"

Stormwind led the subordinates who were pouring the wine: "...!!"

"one more bowl!"

After drinking a full ten bowls, the dwarf soldiers were still not satisfied. They staggered and raised their hands to the person pouring wine led by the storm beside him.

However, after carrying it for a long time, they found that there was no wine poured into the wine bowl this time, "One more bowl!"

The dwarf soldier who had already drunk was quite unhappy, and immediately frowned and begged again.

"Uh...hug...sorry, there are no more!" The storm leader holding the wine jug looked embarrassed, and then looked at Mario. It turned out that the four barrels of wine brought this time had already been drunk.

And Mario didn't expect such a scene, and immediately looked at Narante.

And Narante looked at the King of the Hill in embarrassment.

The King of the Hill only reacted at this time~www.readwn.com~ and immediately stood up: "Dwarf warriors, this is another competition. This time the storm tie competition has finished drinking, you can make comments!"

"Uh, yes! We're judging the wines of the competition!"

At this time, the dwarf soldiers below woke up like a dream, and then looked at the leader of the storm leader who was in charge of pouring the wine beside him: "Sorry, I just forgot that this is a competition, I thought it was in a tavern!"

"However, your Eye of the Storm is really powerful and sweet enough. Captain Kakad's words are also unbelievable. I approve of your Eye of the Storm!"

After finishing speaking, these bearded dwarves stood up unsteadily, and then raised their arms.

And as he raised his hand, the rest of the dwarves also began to raise their hands one after another.

One hundred and ninety-six, one hundred and ninety-seven... one hundred and ninety-nine... two hundred!

Wow!

When the last dwarf soldier staggered and raised his hand, the entire competition scene was boiling.

"Two hundred votes! My God, I'm not dreaming!"

"That's right! This has never happened in a hundred years, and there are actually two hundred votes. Didn't the Karkad dwarves just say that the taste of the eye of the storm is a shortcoming? How come these dwarves can drink ten bowls."

"Drinking ten bowls, I think if the storm leader hadn't finished the wine brought this time, then they might continue to drink until they are directly drunk!"

"That's right! Is this storm collar spirit really so delicious!"

All of a sudden, the crowd was buzzing, and everyone was surprised that the Eye of the Storm had passed unanimously.

Moreover, the dwarves even drank all the wine used to participate in the competition!

It can be said that this is definitely a historic moment.