Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

"Look, the dwarf soldiers are raising their hands!"

Just when many onlookers were talking about it, after the dwarf soldier had eaten the fifth bowl of fine wine, he stopped drinking and began to raise his hands to vote.

Seeing this scene, everyone who had been arguing before finally stopped talking, but looked nervously at the arena.

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 of the spirits they don't like?

And the fact is just as people think, as the number of dwarves raising their hands increases, everyone has a look of loss on their faces.

Because the dwarf soldiers who recognized this orc spirit liquor 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... Could the spirits of the orcs reach the unanimous approval of 200 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 embarrassed, but, having said that, now our Holy Alliance has lost..."

The crowd couldn't help jumping wildly as they watched the number of approvals increasing one by one.

Terran has participated in so many winemaking competitions, but has never received so much recognition in the finals.

If the orcs really get the approval of 200 votes this time, then the human race will not have to claim to be the first in brewing, and they have no right to despise the savageness and stupidity of the orcs.

Fortunately, what made everyone worried did not happen, because the approved votes finally stopped at 199 votes.

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

But even so, a group of people couldn't help but look up when they saw this, because this had already broken the record created by the previous people.

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

"How is this possible!" The face of the second prince of the Bach Empire turned pale, their flame wine actually lost.

Originally, they only regarded the Blue Shield Empire as a strong enemy, but this time, because the taste of the flame wine was improved, they originally thought that they should be the winner.

And his second prince also came to get the staff that Master Moore helped to forge, and at the same time let himself get back the champion of this competition, and then returned to the Bach Empire to gain a reputation.

But now the champion of the competition has been lost, let alone gaining any prestige.

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

Even if it is because of the force majeure factor of the orcs this time, it will be slandered as the reason why he lost because of him.

When the second prince, Corey, looked like he was unlucky, in fact, Narant also showed a dignified expression.

Unexpectedly, this orc is really a sudden emergence, and it has obtained one hundred and ninety-nine recognitions, which is a full eight recognitions higher than that of the Bach Empire.

Although he has not participated in previous competitions, he also knew from the comments from 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 smug laughter.

Except for the deep fox clan old man, all the orcs' joy and competition against the human clan have already hung on their faces.

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

The Orc's Ape Spirit came up with the results of the competition, and the dwarf host didn't delay, and immediately announced the appearance of the leading team of Stormwind.

Afterwards, Marioli led the team to the arena and started pouring out the eye of the storm liquor from the barrel.

"Hey, by the way, our human race also has a storm leader, maybe the orcs may not be able to win!"

When the Storm Lord appeared, the crowd of onlookers who had been talking about it before turned to look at the field immediately. The impact the orcs had brought to them was so great that they almost forgot the existence of the Storm Lord.

There was a trace of hope in the eyes of many people who were unwilling to let the orcs win. ,

"Impossible! You have also heard the comment from the dwarf just now. Although the spirits of Stormland are strong enough, they are not as delicious as flaming wine and smoldering wine. It is impossible to compare to the spirits of the orcs."

"Alas, it seems that this time the orcs are really going to win!"

However, that glimmer of hope only rose for a moment, but it was ruthlessly destroyed by the others.

Even the nobles on the high platform frowned. If they were the most unwilling to see orcs get weapons, they were the nobles.

After all, when the orcs become powerful, it will directly threaten their interests.

"Dwarven warriors, this is the eye of the storm of our Storm Lord. The purchase price is only two gold coins. Please taste it slowly!"

"What, it only takes two gold coins!"

"Yeah, although the taste is a little worse, it's not so cheap because of its intensity!"

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

Because the price is too low.

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

Anyway, you can't win this competition.

"It's this time, and I still want to be in the limelight!" Second Prince Corey, who was in a bad mood, vented his anger towards Narant without hesitation.

In his opinion, Narant is also attracting attention at the moment.

As the prince of the empire, he naturally knew the cost of brewing a lot of high-level spirits, and even the price they offered for the spirits was just as good as the cost price.

But because of the previous victory, he temporarily dropped ten silver coins. These ten silver coins are the cost of shipping the blaze wine to the Forge Castle.

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

This is not just the idea of ​​his Bach Empire, but 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 Orcs.

Because all their brewing materials come from forests, which means that there is no labor cost, and almost no other input is needed.

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

Narant's strange expression in the face of the crowd did not reflect anything.

And the dwarves in the field have also raised the wine bowl in front of them.

"Well, the taste of this wine is indeed unprecedentedly strong!"

"Yeah! But unfortunately, Captain Kakad has just said that the taste of the Eye of the Storm is still far from that of Flaming Wine and Flaming Wine!"

"Whatever, the taste is worse, and we must come and taste this unprecedented intensity!"

A group of dwarves held the wine bowl and did not taste it immediately, but put it to their mouth and smelled it, and immediately discerned from the rich wine taste that the intensity was indeed extraordinary.

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

"Uh!"

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

After a full while, these dwarf soldiers recovered their movements, and then everyone looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

And there was a trace of doubt in this shock.

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 at the moment was not much different from the first round.

"One more bowl!" Soon, the dwarves finished their first night, and begged for the birth of Narant's subordinate who was standing beside him with a jug.

And the subordinates like Narant reacted very quickly, and filled the wine bowl again with agile movements. Valley persimmon

Coo, coo, coo!

There was another fierce swallowing sound.

"Hey, another bowl!"

Coo, coo, coo!

"Wow, I even drank three bowls. It seems that the Eye of the Storm is really good. If there are no Orcs, 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 Lord came from. The spirits it brewed are not inferior to those of the two great empires. Why haven't we heard of it before!"

"Hey, wait, 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, just now the flaming wine and blazing wine, these dwarves have only drank three bowls!"

With an exclamation, he drew everyone's attention back to where the dwarf soldiers were.

And as everyone can see, the dwarf who finished drinking the third bowl raised the wine bowl in his hand again.

"Pour me another bowl!"

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

"Hey, it's really the fourth bowl, that is to say, the Eye of the Storm has already compared Flaming Wine to Flaming Wine!"

The onlookers were immediately amazed. They thought that the Eye of the Storm could be on par with Flaming Wine and Flaming Wine. That was very lucky.

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

After all, the more the dwarf soldiers drink, the more intuitively they recognize the wine...

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

Because, after drinking the fourth bowl, the dwarf soldiers once again stretched out the wine bowls in their hands to ask for spirits from the people of the Storm Leader!

Wow!

"The... fifth bowl!"

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

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

Even the high-ranking dwarves were inexplicable.

Although they had never drank the Eye of the Storm, they knew from Kakad's mouth earlier that the fire wine must not be tasteless to this level.

"Give me another bowl..." However, just when everyone was puzzled, the dwarf soldiers in the scene actually raised the wine bowl towards the storm leader again.

And these dwarves were all flushed at the moment, with eager expressions on their faces.

"..."

At this moment, everyone in the field has 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 ape tribe of the orc tribe only drank five bowls, but they gave the approval number of 199 votes.

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

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

Because the voice of 'one more bowl' came again in that game.

This is the seventh bowl!

"!!!"

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

The eighth bowl...

The ninth bowl...

The tenth bowl...

Onlookers: "...!!!"

Representative of Gaotai nobles: "...!!!"

High-level dwarf race: "...!!!"

Narant: "...!!!"

The subordinates who poured the wine in the storm: "...!!!"

"one more bowl!"

After drinking a full ten bowls, the dwarf soldiers were still not satisfied, and staggered and raised their hands to the person who was beside the storm leader who poured the wine.

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

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

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

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

And Narant looked at the King of the Hill awkwardly.

The King of the Hill only reacted at this time, and immediately stood up: "Dwarves warriors, this is another test, this time the storm tie has finished the test wine~www.readwn.com~ You can make an evaluation!"

"Uh, yes! We are judging the wine for the competition!"

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

"However, your eye of the storm is really strong and sweet. Captain Kakad's words are not credible. I approve of your eye of the storm!"

After speaking, the bearded dwarves staggered to their feet, and then raised their arms.

And as he raised his hand, the rest of the dwarves 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 site was boiling.

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

"Yeah! This has never been seen in a hundred years, and there are 200 votes. Didn't the Kakad dwarves just say that the taste of the eye of the storm is a disadvantage, how can these dwarves drink ten bowls?"

"Why drink ten bowls, I think if it wasn't for the wine brought by Storm Leader this time, they would probably continue to drink it until they were directly drunk!"

"Yeah! Is this Storm Collar's spirit really so delicious!"

For a moment, the crowd was buzzing, and everyone was surprised that the Eye of the Storm had won unanimous votes.

Moreover, the dwarves actually finished all the wine they used to participate in the competition!

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