Chapter 143

In the so-called Wine Festival, the protagonist is naturally all kinds of beer.

In this annual grand festival of the dwarf Kingdom, all famous winemakers in the whole dwarf kingdom will bring out their best works of the year for everyone to taste.

Since dwarves and dwarfs are neighbors and have a good relationship, even the dwarfs next door came to join in the wine festival.

Donne had seen many dwarfs hiding among the dwarves. They greeted the dwarves around them, looking natural as if they were at home.

Strange to say, dwarfs are non believers. To be exact, their belief is a big science and technology God. However, they have become friends with dwarves who believe in Earth Goddess. They don't know how they developed to this point at the beginning.

Dwarfs are a race shorter than dwarfs. If the average height of dwarfs can reach Donne's chest, dwarfs are only as tall as his thighs. No wonder even Brian dares to call them dwarfs in front of dwarfs.

In prandar, I'm afraid the smallest intelligent species are dwarfs and goblins, and they are still the aborigines of prandar.

Although it seems that in order to respect their friends' festivals, these dwarfs are carefully dressed, they can smell the smell of lubricating oil from a long distance.

Donne's eyes lit up when he smelled the smell, and his eyes looked at the dwarf with much eagerness.

Lubricating oil is inseparable from the development of science and technology, so as soon as Donne from the earth smelled the smell of lubricating oil, he couldn't help feeling friendly to the dwarf.

This race, who is naturally obsessed with all kinds of construction machinery, has added a lot of fun to prandal.

Donne didn't take the liberty of talking to the dwarf directly. He was waiting for a chance to meet the dwarf.

Because at the wine festival, even those dwarfs took out their own beer to participate in the competition.

Black beer, foam beer, light beer, and even Baijiu, such as lava beer, thunder beer, and so on, these spirits have already had the prototype of some distilled spirits.

Donne was almost dazzled by all kinds of beer. Beer and red wine are the absolute mainstream in prandal, with a wide variety and even more exaggerated than on earth. In addition, this magical world is full of all kinds of incredible things, and the feeling of drinking these beer is also and special.

It's like strong lava beer and thunder beer. The first one is very hot and can even spit out the smell of flame, while the other one will have a slight current beating on the body after drinking. The current is not strong and numb. It's like a massage, making people feel very comfortable.

However, what made Donne laugh and cry most was that he found that there was only one kind of beer brewed by dwarfs, and its name was "lubricating oil beer"

According to those little dwarfs, drinking this beer will lubricate the intestines and defecate smoothly, just like smearing lubricating oil

Is this a Kaiselu

To Donne's amazement, the oil beer brewed by the dwarfs is still very popular with the dwarves. Are the dwarves suffering from constipation?

At this time, Donne suddenly heard bursts of cheers and leaned over to have a look. It turned out that the popular "drunkard competition" had reached the climax.

In addition to the attractive wine tasting competition on the beer street, there is also a very famous drunkard competition, which is to fight who can drink better. The champion who hasn't been drunk in the end is the champion, and the reward of the champion is the one-year Champion Beer free drinking qualification.

On the one hand, this is to advertise for the beer that will win. On the other hand, it also meets the * * of those short people who are addicted to alcohol. Therefore, there are a lot of people participating in each competition. Unfortunately, there are not many who can really hold out to the end. At most, there are not many people after a few rounds.

I saw two dwarves standing on the platform. At the moment, their faces were red and their beards were wet, but they didn't care. They only had each other's existence in their eyes.

The dwarf on the left laughed and patted the wine bucket beside him: "Colin, give up! You are definitely not my opponent! I groka won the 15th consecutive alcoholic competition!"

"Hum! Only in the end will we know who the real champion is!"

Colin stared at groka with high morale: "the free drink ticket will be in my bag!"

"Hum! Do you want to ruin my free drinking life? Today I will convince you to fail under the witness of the goddess!"

Colin said proudly, "let's go! Serve the wine! Want the strongest purgatory black beer!"

"I want to drink purgatory black beer!"

"The goddess is on the! It's interesting this time!"

"Ha ha, so far no one has been able to drink a whole barrel of purgatory black beer. Can groka break this record?"

Hearing Colin's words, Rao and groka changed their faces: "you can't win, so you want to drag me down!"

"What? Don't you have the courage?"

Groka was so angry that he kicked away the barrel beside him: "bring purgatory black beer!"

Soon, two small dark barrels were moved to the table. Compared with the previous large barrels, these two barrels were too small. However, seeing the gloating of the dwarves and dwarfs around, Donne estimated that the purgatory black beer might not be so simple.

Sure enough, as soon as they opened the lid, Donne smelled a very unpleasant pungent smell and was immediately smoked back several steps.

Donne thought the purgatory black beer might be some kind of liquor, but now it seems that the reason why he can't drink so much is because of the strong smell!

How do you describe the smell?

sewer? Rotten fish? dead body? No, it's like the smell of a rotten corpse soaked in the sewer for ten and a half days and then exposed to the sun!

Is there such a terrible thing in the world!?

Donne's face was thrilled. I'm afraid the smell of this beer was better than that of the Swedish herring cans known as biochemical weapons on earth!

Can this thing really drink!?

But soon, groka and Colin's actions gave Donne the answer. They frowned and really drank with the barrel!

However, looking at their painful faces, I'm afraid drinking purgatory black beer is not a pleasure at all

"Donne, you're here."

At this time, durandon found Donne. After the wedding, he changed his armor. Now he looks much more normal.

"Where's Tess?"

"I'm going to the ladies' event... Ha, groka and Colin are going to challenge purgatory black beer this year? It's fun to see... Oh, by the way," duranden suddenly regained his mind and pointed to his dwarf companion. "Let me introduce you, this is the leader of the dwarf Kingdom and the great craftsman, croto wrench."

The leader of the dwarf kingdom!?

With respect, Donne lowered his body and saluted: "salute to you, your majesty croto."

You should know how difficult it is to develop basic physical science in a world dominated by magic power, and it is a miracle that the dwarf, an Aboriginal race, has not been assimilated by virtue of its own strength.

It is conceivable that this croto can become the leader of the dwarfs.

"No, no, no," said cloto. "I'm not a king. We dwarfs don't have a king. I'm a great craftsman, so please call me master cloto."

Durandon said with a smile, "the only criterion for dwarf friends to select leaders is their engineering attainments, so kloto is the greatest engineer of all dwarfs."

When durandon said this, he felt that the eyes of the croto in front of him were full of wisdom.

In fact, in Donne's eyes, cloto doesn't look much different from other dwarfs, but his hairstyle is more and his lush hair rises to the sky, which is really attractive.

Croto noticed Donne's gaze. "Do you think my hairstyle is very good?"

Before Donne could speak, durandon smiled and said, "his hairstyle has increased his height by at least one fist!"

Donne lost his smile.

"Durandon!"

"Don't show off the dwarf's height in front of the dwarf!" crotto stared at durandon

"Of course you have to show off!"

Durandon took it for granted: "the whole prandal, our dwarves have height advantage only in front of you and goblins. That must be shown off."

Croto snorted, "you hateful fellow, if I bring the shrink ray device, it will make you look good!"

Donne burst out laughing, coughed softly and said, "master cloto, I'm very interested in your construction machinery. If you can, can you talk to me?"

"Of course, but now let's enjoy the wine festival."

Croto pointed to the table. "It seems that the result is coming."

"It's really close to the limit."

Durandon knows more about groka and Colin. Seeing what they look like now, he knows that they have reached the limit.

At this time, Donne suddenly found that groka suddenly gushed an active magic. Under the action of that magic, groka was in a good mood and gulped all the remaining purgatory black beer in one breath!

What about Colin? At this moment, he was completely out of his mind. He held the barrel and smiled foolishly. A burp flew out of his mouth. A black bubble emitting a strong stench

"Me! Groka tongs! Still champion!"

Groka held up the empty barrel and laughed to announce his victory.

And a group of dwarves and dwarfs held their noses in one hand and clapped for him with the other hand. It looked very funny.

Duranden gloated and said, "look, they've drunk a lot. It's estimated that they'll last like this for several days."

Donne was stunned. If he kept spitting that stinky bubble, wouldn't he be restless everywhere he went?

"I really can't understand..."

Donne sighed with emotion on his face: "is groka a rune dwarf? Are Rune dwarfs also good at drinking?"

"Groka tongs is the most potential Rune dwarf of the younger generation."

Durandon was stunned: "but how did you know?"

Donne said casually, "I felt the magic wave when he was about to get drunk. He should have used magic? Normal dwarves certainly won't have magic wave."

Unexpectedly, duranden suddenly changed his face, ran away from the other dwarves, rushed to the table, pointed to groka and roared, "Damn it! Groka, how dare you cheat!?"