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Barrel Gragas.

"You bitch who sells fake wine, go to hell!"

Gragas took the lead and smashed the solid wood bar to pieces with one punch - along with the bottles, cups and other objects placed on it.

The troll boss, who cherished his money as much as his life, immediately let out a cry, and then punched angrily.

"You'll pay me for it with your life!"

Facing the fist of the troll that everyone feared, Gragas seemed very calm, and even took the initiative to catch the fist with his belly with disdain.

Then......

Duang~~~

The extremely thick fat easily blocked the punch, and the terrifying recoil even made the troll boss stagger and almost fall to the ground.

And this is just an appetizer.

"Bitch, watch my flesh bomb impact!"

Gragas roared and puffed out his belly, then jumped up and crashed into the opponent at a speed that was extremely inappropriate for his size.

Boom-!

With his weight of several hundred kilograms and his swift strength, the troll boss immediately flew backwards with the broken bar.

The huge troll fainted instantly.

"Oh——!" Gragas let out a winner's cry.

But what he didn't realize was...

He had just knocked over all the tables and chairs around him during the fight.

Drinkers who originally just wanted to watch a movie and drink quietly were also affected.

Not only did they spill their wine, but the fur coats they depended on for survival were also soaked by the wine.

As a result, countless drinkers stood up fiercely...

No.17 Sejuani evolves, pig girl!

In fact, Gragas is not a Freljordian.

He was born and raised in an unknown country further south.

As his physique grew stronger, so did his endless fascination with alcohol.

For him, drinking is the only thing more important than fighting.He had an unquenchable thirst for stronger ale.Driven by this thirst, he searched for the strongest and most unusual ingredients to distill.

This impulsive, unpredictable and rowdy drinker's favorite activities were smashing barrels and banging heads.Drinking with Gragas is always a dangerous proposition, thanks to his erratic drinking and moody temper.

He had an undying love for fine wine, but his huge frame always prevented him from entering that dreamy drunken state.One night, when Gragas had finished drinking all the barrels and was still not satisfied, he was suddenly struck by an idea instead of a bar stool: why not brew some wine himself that he could really get drunk on?He then vowed to create the ultimate ale.

This bold idea took him to the far north - the Freljord.

In pursuit of the purest polar water, he ventured into unexplored icy wastes, tasting the Freljordian brews along the way.

Sometimes, those wines with extremely low temperature and excellent taste will surprise him; but sometimes, some shoddy profiteers will make him furious.

He is a reasonable man, but his fists will not be used to reason with unreasonable people.

He always makes a lot of noise after having a good drink, but when he is sober, he is not a gentle and weak brewer.

He will directly attack profiteers who sell fake wine.

Like now.

He simply blows up a cunning troll's seedy tavern - after trying to "negotiate" with him to no avail.

But at the same time, his reckless behavior also unintentionally provoked many drinkers in the pub.

Most of the people who can drink and rest here are not good people.

Rather than preaching, they prefer to resolve disputes in the traditional Freljord way - the winner takes all.

"Hey! Fatty!" a somewhat drunken man shouted loudly, "There is no doubt that you are in trouble now - I guarantee you!"

Before Gragas could turn around and say something, several more people stood up from their seats.

Most of them are bounty hunters with some reputation in this area, and there are even a few Iceborn among them - although their bloodline is not that pure.

"Money, clothes, and your life, choose two to keep." An Iceman ordered while licking the wine at the bottom of the glass, his tone revealing arrogance and arrogance.

"Keep all three!" Another person shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Gragas frowned, his tone was unhappy but he was still willing to be reasonable: "I spilled your wine and wet your clothes, I can compensate. I have money."

"It seems you still didn't understand what I said?" The Iceman just picked up the wine glass on the table and aimed it at Gragas, who was wide and fat, with a playful expression on his face - well, maybe this is not true at all. Need to aim.

"We don't want you to lose money, we want all the money you have."

"Oh, that sounds a bit unreasonable." Gragas' frown relaxed, as if he had found a better solution. "I am in the wrong, and I am willing to reason with you - but if you are unwilling to reason with me, I am also willing to accompany you in being unreasonable."

"The principle is to keep all the money and clothes, do you understand?" The Iceman did not notice the other party's clenched fists at all, and the glass still stained with wine flew out of his hand.

The cup drew a graceful curve in the air.

Then it turned into countless more beautiful fragments on Gragas' big bald head.

The few remaining red wine and glass fragments fell to the ground, and every drop and every piece reflected Gragas' gradually distorted face.

"Meat! Bullet! Charge! Hit!"

Chen Ce was a little helpless,

He originally wanted to ask the two drinkers who had news about Aatrox, but the arrival of Gragas made everything come to nothing.

The two men disappeared the moment they fought in Gragas.

In just ten minutes, the huge tavern was almost in ruins.

The drinkers fell on the floor, tables and chairs in a mess, and the embarrassment of being knocked unconscious was not much different from being drunk.

Obviously, it was Gragas who stood at the end.

He is a brewmaster, but he is also a violent warrior - his strength is greater than that of ordinary iceborn.

Although his bald donkey head was also decorated with paint, he could still walk up to the shabby bar with a clear gait.

He sat generously next to Chen Ce - the only person still drinking in the tavern.

Although he is reckless, he will never beat up passers-by for no reason.

On the contrary, he admired the courage and determination of the young man in front of him.

as well as......

Shares his love for drinks.

"You can still drink calmly under such circumstances...you can be considered an old alcoholic."

"Well, it's okay." Chen Zhizhi took a sip of a strong drink called [Abyss Garbage Dump]. On the surface, he was calm, but in his heart, he was speechless.

Why do you think I'm drinking here...

But...that's all, stop the loss in time...

"Are you looking for the best raw materials for making wine?" he asked straight to the point.

"Huh?" After hearing this question, Gragas was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly noticed a small detail that surprised him - not only did the other party sit here quietly from beginning to end, but not a drop of the wine in his hand was spilled.

This is not a simple young man...

The combat intuition allowed Gragas to straighten his back and enter the fighting state again at any time.

However, Chen Ce had no intention of fighting him.

On the contrary, Chen Ce wanted to make friends with him - needless to say, there were various benefits.

"I've heard of you... Gragas, is that the right name?" Chen Ce shook the wine glass in his hand again, but didn't drink anymore - it was mixed with something else. He really didn't like bad spirits. "Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

"Where have you heard of me?" Gragas was not too excited, but he still cautiously distanced himself a little.

"There are passers-by."

"Passers-by?"

"Everyone has been rumored recently that there is a brewmaster who wants to find the perfect raw materials for brewing in the frozen soil of Freljord - they all say that the brewmaster has a bad temper, is broad and fat, and has a pair of strong men. A strong fist.”

"Hmm..." Gragas nodded doubtfully.

Then, Chen Ce said: "I know what raw materials you are looking for."

"Everyone knows this." Gragas snorted disdainfully, "'The purest polar water' is clearly written on the formula."

"Then have you ever heard of such a thing as 'the purest polar water'?"

"What do you mean?"

"'The purest polar water', it has another name - it is also unknown, but it is still recorded in some ancient books."

"You know?" Gragas' tone unconsciously became more respectful.

As long as it can help him brew a peerless wine, not to mention the possible risks, he will jump into it even if he knows there is a pig-killing pit ahead.

"Tell me...what's that thing called?"

"Zhen Bing." Chen Ce said it bluntly.

"Zhen Bing? What is that?"

"A magical ice cube that never melts...perhaps I can find it for you - but it may have to wait a while."

Others may not know much about Zhen Bing, but Chen Ce knows it very well.

The Frost Witch Lissandra can use her powerful magic to create perfect ice.

There are countless perfect ices hidden under the Howling Abyss.

In addition to these two ways, there is another person who can also create perfect ice——

Avarosa's descendant, Ashe.

Her ice crystal longbow also has the ability to create perfect ice.

It's just that she hasn't realized that extremely superb skill yet.

Her ultimate skill in the canyon, the Magic Crystal Arrow, is an arrow made of pure ice.

"How long do we have to wait...?" Gragas' breathing became a little rapid.He wished he could get the legendary "purest polar water" now and brew a barrel of peerless wine.

"It can be as fast as a few months, or as slow as a year and a half." Chen Ce didn't hide it, and immediately reported a more conservative time. "You can come with us during this time."

"you?"

"Well, we are the Avarosa Tribe."

"This......"

“We are just in need of a good winemaker.”

"Well..." Gragas hesitated.

To be honest, he doesn't want to join any organization right now... He still has to continue looking for raw materials for brewing fine wine.

Zhen Bing is what he wants most at the moment, but it's not the only thing he wants.

If you want to brew a unique wine, you need the help of many unique and rare raw materials.

"Sorry, I can't do anything... I still need to find other materials." After struggling for a long time, Gragas finally shook his head apologetically. "But I will take the initiative to find you after a while - I can exchange things with you. Anything."

This answer was a bit unexpected by Chen Ce - he thought Zhen Bing was enough to attract Jiu Mengzi.

"But before I leave... maybe I can give you some good wine as a gift." Gragas showed a hearty smile again, "It's all good wine that I carefully brewed, and it's definitely not that This bitch troll’s fake wine can’t compare.”

With that said, he kicked the still unconscious troll boss again.

Having said that, Chen Ce stopped trying to persuade him and just patted the other party's shoulder in a friendly manner.

clang--!

Heart of Steel +1...