Chapter 794: The Dwarf Making Dumplings
"Okay! Thank you, Lord Killer!"
When the dwarf Kui heard this, he immediately became restless.
However, his status was noble after all, so he finally sent other dwarves to test the field first.
The first to appear is the dwarf blacksmith in the back.
Even though this dwarf is only 1.34 meters tall, his sturdy body does not look like that of a humanoid creature at all.
Under the coarse linen clothes of the dwarf blacksmith, his arms were at least as thick as the thighs of an ordinary human.
"Let me, Quillard, have a taste of this Hellfire Wine of yours. You dare to claim to be the best in the world. Don't let me down!"
At this time, the dwarf blacksmith had already walked to the front of the platform and snorted coldly at the guard who was holding the wine.
The lower-level dwarves are, the simpler they are. So even when facing Gervis, the god of death, he would not hesitate to say anything.
In fact, I have met the blacksmith dwarf Gervis several times before. He is the well-known blacksmith in the outer city of the City of Hope. It was he who helped Gervis forge the skeleton soldiers and nightmare armor.
The craftsmanship is extraordinary, even Bernard said after seeing it that he could not compare with it.
"Give him a new wine bottle!"
Hearing the dwarf's words, Gervis smiled. This was a talent, and what he liked most was talent.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The guard answered in the street, then picked up the wine jug beside him and started filling it with wine! While the guard was filling the wine, Quillard looked at Gervis in surprise, then bowed slightly to him.
Because of Gervis's action, Quillard felt instantly satisfied.
Previously, the human adventurers drank from bowls, and only filled half the bowl.
Now he is directly given wine to drink from the wine flask. Doesn't this indirectly prove that the dwarves are more powerful than those human adventurers?
After the salute, Quirald stopped talking and waited quietly for the guards to serve him wine.
After a while, the guard filled a jug of Hellfire wine and handed it to Quillard.
As soon as Quillard took the wine jug, he immediately smelled a strong aroma of wine coming from the jug.
"this……"
Quillard was shocked. For a drunkard like him, the aroma of wine was very familiar.
Unlike beer and other stinky wines, the dwarven firewine has a strong and strong grain wine aroma. Any dwarf can smell it at the first sight and be deeply fascinated by this aroma.
But at this moment he discovered that the aroma of the wine in his hand was even richer and stronger than the dwarf's firewine.
Quillard couldn't help but swallow secretly.
"Impossible! The Dwarven Firewine is the best wine in the Holy Continent!"
The next moment, Quillard came to his senses and encouraged himself. The dwarf's sense of honor prevented him from belittling Dwarf Firewine.
Then Quirald brought the spout of the jug to his own lips, trying to find the flaws in the wine and make the Dwarven Firewine the only one in his mind.
"Gudong, gudong, gudong!"
"Hiss!"
When the powerful liquid of Hellfire Wine entered his mouth, Quillard knew that the dwarves had 'lost' because he could not find any flaws in the Hellfire Wine.
The moment this Hellfire Wine took a sip, he felt an unprecedented stimulation to his taste buds. This was definitely the strongest wine he had ever drunk in his life.
It was as if a ball of fire was poured into his mouth. Not only was the impact strong, but it also brought back the feeling of pleasure to his mouth, which had been numbed by the Dwarven Firewine for a long time.
After gulping down three big gulps, Quillard temporarily took the wine jug away from his mouth and made a comfortable hissing sound.
As the sound of Quillad's clam hissing was heard, the faces of hundreds of dwarves on the sidelines changed.
As 'old drunkards', they naturally understood very well what such hissing sounds meant.
This is like the burp of a hungry person after a big meal, or the sound of a relieved breath after extreme tension.
Therefore, this kind of hissing sound will only be made when it is extremely necessary.
But when Quillard just came on the court, he looked very aggressive. What could have made him so upset at this moment?
For the dwarves, there is only good wine! "Is this Hellfire Wine really better than our Fire Wine? It's impossible!"
The dwarves like Kui on the sidelines were unwilling to believe this fact, and even more so did not want such a thing to happen.
"Quillard, drink quickly! Drink all three pots to win the prize!"
Kui knew that after drinking the liquor, the longer he waited, the stronger the aftereffects would be.
And if Quillard can drink three pots of Hellfire Wine in a short period of time, no matter what happens afterwards, as long as he doesn't fall down on the spot, then the dwarves will win today.
That could also help regain some reputation for the Dwarven Firebrew, so he no longer cared about his dignity and immediately shouted a reminder to Quillard.
"Oh! OK!"
Quirald was just enjoying the wonderful feeling of his taste buds being reborn, but he reacted instantly when he heard Prince Quay's shout.
Although he is a blacksmith, he also has to uphold the dignity of Dwarven Firebrew.
Immediately, Quillard continued to raise the wine jug in his hand to his mouth, and then began to drink it down with a gulp.
In just over ten seconds, Quillard drank a pot of Hellfire Wine in one gulp.
"Hush! Quick, give me another pot!"
After finishing a jug, Quillard quickly handed the jug back to the guard and then urged him.
The guard had already prepared another full wine jug and exchanged it directly with Quillard.
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"This dwarf is amazing. He drank a whole pot and didn't even get a cup! Could it be that the prize money will be taken away by him?"
"Don't let him take it away, I haven't even played yet!"
When Quillard picked up the second pot, the adventurers on the sidelines all showed astonishment.
They didn't expect that the dwarf could drink so much. After all, there were more than 800 people to serve as a foil for him. Even the most powerful adventurer only drank three bowls.
The first dwarf started drinking the second pot directly.
Quillard had no time to pay attention to the adventurers' comments outside the venue. He just wanted to drink the second pot as quickly as possible! "Gudong gudong! Hiccup! Give me another pot!"
It took Quillard about half a minute to finish the second pot of Hellfire Wine.
However, even though the Hellfire Wine was finished, Quillard's condition had changed significantly.
His originally dark skin turned red, as if it was coated with a layer of red wax, and it was especially obvious on his big nose.
In addition to the change in his facial expression, Quillard's body also began to sway violently, like a tumbler.
Fortunately, Quillard's unyielding spirit still supported him, and the taste of this Hellfire Wine was really good, so he immediately asked the guard for a third pot of wine.
When the guard heard what Quillard said, he subconsciously looked at Gervis.
Obviously, the dwarf's performance also made him feel a little dangerous, and he was worried that the 10,000 gold coins would really be won by the dwarf.
"Give it to him!"
Gervis, however, was calm and not worried at all.
The burp just now showed that Quillard was full, and it would be impossible for him to drink the next pot quickly.
Moreover, Gervis had drunk the Hellfire Wine himself and calculated the strength of the Hellfire Wine.
He felt that without using his fighting spirit to neutralize the effects of the alcohol, even if the Black Flag Knight came, he would not be able to withstand more than two and a half pots of wine.
What's more, with Quillard's current refills, he might not even need half a pot.
After hearing what Gervis said, the guard did not delay any longer and immediately handed the third pot of wine to Quillard.
"I will fight for the honor of the dwarves..."
"I will fight for the honor of Fiery Wine..."
In fact, Quillard was already feeling extremely dizzy, and his stomach was churning and burning.
According to his past habits, this was his limit. At this time, he would usually crawl into his soft bed and sleep soundly for three days and three nights.
But now he wanted to keep going in order to win the competition, and he kept mumbling to himself to encourage himself! "Gudong...hiccup, gulp...hiccup!"
Quillard continued to pick up the third pot of wine and began to drink.
However, he could no longer drink as fast as before.
He would wait for several seconds or even more than ten seconds after taking each sip, and only after he burped would he continue drinking slowly.
"Gudong...hiccup, I want to fight for the honor of the dwarves..."
"Gudong...hiccup, I want to..."
One bite, two bites, three bites, four bites...
Plop! "I want to... hoo hoo!"
When Quillard took the fourth sip of the third pot, it took him nearly three or four minutes. Just when he wanted to take the fifth sip, his consciousness finally became completely blurred. He could no longer stand and fell to the ground with a thud.
Quillard, who was lying on the ground, was still murmured, and then he unconsciously made a humming sound while holding most of the pot.
Wow! "Wow! The dwarf actually fell down!"
"Yeah! He seemed to have only taken four sips from the third pot? He is a Knight of the White Flag. The Hellfire Wine is indeed powerful!"
Seeing Quillard fall, the adventurers who were watching breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they were shocked by the power of the hellfire.
There are many kinds of liquor that can knock down human adventurers, even beer is fine, after all, humans are inherently weaker.
The only strong drink that could bring down a dwarf was the dwarf's own firebrew.
But now, with the addition of Hellfire Wine, it's only two and a half pots. Just based on this point, the reputation of Hellfire Wine will spread throughout the entire Holy Alliance from today.
Kui and the other dwarves heard what was said on the adventure side, and they all looked unhappy.
In this way, there is no need for competition. As long as we go out of this door, the Dwarf Fire Brew will really be defeated by the Hellfire Brew.
"Prince Quay, are you responsible for this dwarf, or should I have someone 'send' him outside the manor?"
At this moment, Gervis' voice came over, "Thank you for your kindness, God of Killer. Let's take care of our people!"
Qui thanked him calmly and sent two dwarf guards to take Quillard out of the field.
"Tierui, go up and give it a try this time!"
As soon as Quirad was carried down, Qui immediately sent a dwarf forward.
This dwarf named Tierui is tall and strong, and his cultivation is much stronger than that of Quillad. He is a Black Flag Knight.
In order to save the current situation, he did not care about many things. Anyway, the God of Death did not stipulate the strength of the people he sent out. He only required that they could not use their strength to eliminate the effects of alcohol.
Sure enough, when Tie Rui came onto the field, Gervis on the podium did not react at all, and was still sitting leisurely on the soft chair.
"Here, this jug of wine is for you!"
The guard moved quickly, quickly filled a pot of Hellfire Wine and handed it to Tie Rui.
Tie Rui had the same mental journey as Quillard after taking the Hellfire Wine.
I was first surprised by the aroma of this Hellfire Wine.
Then, after taking a sip of the Hellfire Wine, he immediately had enough judgment that this Hellfire Wine was undoubtedly the best in the world.
Just for the glory of the dwarves, he must try his best to win this competition.
One pot... Two pots...
But wishes are always full, and reality is always cruel.
When the second pot was finished, Tierui followed in Quillard's footsteps, burping from time to time. The only thing that was better than Quillard was that Tierui's body shook less.
The third pot! One sip, two sips... six sips...
Plop! Gervis's calculations were very accurate.
Even a Black Flag Knight like Tie Rui cannot withstand the Hellfire Wine with just his physical body.
When Tie Rui took the sixth sip from the third pot of wine, he staggered and fell to the ground.
There was only about half a bottle of wine left in the jug! "Wow! He fell down again!"
"What should we do? Both dwarves are drunk. Is there any hope for us?"
"This Hellfire Brew seems to be the best in the world! I've never seen a dwarf fall down on the spot after drinking Dwarf Fire Brew before!"
The square was suddenly crowded with people, and the adventurers at this time were already feeling despair.
The pile of bright orange gold coins was clearly placed on the platform, right in front of them, yet it seemed out of reach for them.
"Let me give it a try!"
This time, Gervis didn't need to ask. Two guards quickly walked out of the crowd of dwarves and carried Tierui back.
After Tierui was carried away, faced with the human adventurers confidently touting Hellfire Wine, the dwarves stood up without hesitation even though they knew the chances of winning were slim.
The first pot, the second pot...
Plop! "I'll do it!"
First pot, second pot... plop! "I'll do it!"
Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Suddenly, within just over half an hour, it was the dwarfs' turn to make dumplings.
There were more than a hundred dwarves on the field, but unfortunately, without exception, they all fell down when they finished the third pot.
After the hundred people drank, some dwarves wanted to continue playing, but Prince Kui waved his hand to stop the dwarves! "Let me try!"
Kui knew that sending more people up would only increase the fame of this Hellfire Wine.
He was really curious about how strong the drink could be to make the dwarf warrior drink no more than three pots.
He immediately walked into the square and headed towards the platform.
(End of this chapter)
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