Chapter 184: Old Chen leaving in a hurry

? Today's black iron bar is very lively.
Under the high-pressure rule of the Fire Elemental Lord, the daily life of the Dark Iron dwarves is very boring. Only alcohol and gladiatorial fights can stimulate their increasingly numb nerves.
This time, the winemaking competition between Lao Chen and Colin Liquor has been fueled by caring people, and it has become hot in the dark furnace city. When Zuifeng followed Lao Chen to the Darkforge City, and the good people discovered them, the whole Darkforge City was boiling.
Facing the fanatical Dark Iron Dwarf, Drunk Wind even had the illusion of becoming a big star.
You know, Lao Chen didn't notify him of his arrival in advance. All this was spontaneously organized by the Dark Iron dwarves after they met the two of them in Black Rock Mountain!
And when the two pandamen finally squeezed into the bar, all the big figures in Darkforge City were already waiting here—and, if Drunk Wind didn’t admit it, the one sitting in the middle of the tasting table seemed to be Da Gran Thaurissan...
That's right, the drooling guy sitting in the middle of the marked tasting table really seems to be the current king of the Dark Iron Dwarf! There was a "small" oak barrel in front of him, which seemed to be a dwarf's unique wine utensils-a barrel down, at least three to five pounds.
Due to the large number of onlookers, a good game inexplicably turned into a cocktail party, and it was still the highest-level one-when the host of General Angerford's cameo announced the beginning of the cocktail party, the entire Dark Iron Bar began to revel !
I saw Colin Spirit took out a pair of big hammers from under the counter and walked aggressively towards Lao Chen. Just as the drunk wind was secretly guarding, Colin raised his head vigorously and snorted at Lao Chen with his nostrils. .
Imagine a guy who is half shorter than you trying to stare at you with his nostrils.
Old Chen was full of embarrassment, and Zuifeng couldn't afford to laugh.
Fortunately, Colin Spirit didn't continue to be mentally stricken, he went straight to the neatly stacked wine barrels and swung his hammer.
The wine stopper was broken one by one, and the yellow and orange black iron spirits spewed out directly under the action of air pressure. Due to the right angle, the spewing spirits rushed directly into the tasting banquet and poured into the kegs in front of each judge!
When the judges’ barrels were filled, the shot of wine became smaller. At this time, the onlookers swarmed up, took out all kinds of magical wine utensils from various magical positions, and began to scramble for the black iron spirits.
Drunk Wind even saw a soldier directly took off his helmet, raised his elbow with a grin, forced the people around him back, and grabbed a helmet full of black iron spirits.
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"Hiccup~"
"Hiccup~"
The black iron dwarves' wine hiccups one after another, spicy black iron spirits made these black dwarves almost forget that there is old Chen's wine to taste.
Zuifeng and Lao Chen looked at each other and frowned at the same time.
It turns out that this is the trick of Colin Stout!
There is undoubtedly a lot of dark iron spirits in stock. This time he tried his best to make the party very big, just to make Darkforge City empty.
If Colin Spirits satisfies everyone's alcohol addiction, and Lao Chen's wine is not enough, then the outcome is not only determined by the quality and taste of the wine.
You know, there are not many storm tequila brewed by old age. It is not a big problem to satisfy the five people at the tasting, but it is absolutely impossible to satisfy all the dark iron dwarves present.
Seeing that Old Chen was in trouble, Colin Spirit walked over with a mocking face.
"How about, Pandaren? How about your wine? Isn't it too little, right? The Black Iron Bar doesn't welcome sissy—everybody says it?"
"Yes!"
"Bring the wine!"
"Don't just sip!"
...
When Old Chen was at a loss, looking at the expectant Dagran Thaurissan, Drunk Wind suddenly had an idea.
"Of course there is wine—do you mind if I come to pour the bar?"
With that said, Zuifeng simply took the Stormstout barrel in Old Chen's hand.
In everyone's expectation, Zuifeng slapped the stopper of the Stormstout barrel with a slap, and then took out a scroll.
The gushing golden-yellow wine misted into a mist in the hands of Drunk Wind, drawing a picture on the blank scroll.
The displaced dark iron dwarves, the violent fire elemental lord; the dark iron laborers who dig hard, the fire demon wielding a leather whip...
With the help of the Lorewalker's Scroll, Drunk Wind used the storm agave to outline a dark iron picture scroll of Darkforge City struggling to survive under the pressure of the fire element.
The originally noisy Black Iron Bar suddenly became extremely silent.
The Dark Iron dwarves are indeed arrogant and cunning, but it is not that they have no complaints about Ragnaros' rule.
Dagran Thaurissan's hands were clenched tightly, his eyes flushed as he watched the familiar scenes on the scroll.
The Great Thaurissan still remembers when his father summoned Ragnaros.
The sky full of flames swallowed everything, and the roar of billowing lava converged into a sound-let the flame purify everything!
Looking at the ruined Thaurissan City, the young Thaurissan really wanted to compete with the Balrog, even if he died in the hands of Ragnaros.
But the words of his father's death calmed him down.
"I was wrong, I summoned a force that does not belong to this world. Child, you have to take a warning and go down with the black iron..."
In order to survive, the Dark Iron Dwarf gave up his pride.
Looking at the drunk wind that outlined one picture after another, the Great Thaurissan gritted his teeth. He stood up directly.
"No more pouring, Pandaren—you won!"
A winemaking competition came to an end in another form.
The gleeful dark iron dwarves left the dark iron bar with red eyes~EbookFREE.me~ Colin Spirit gave a precious wine barrel to Lao Chen, and Zuifeng and the Great Thaurissan got together to carry out Some exchanges.
Lao Chen, who left the black iron bar, had two wine barrels under his arm, humming an unknown tune along the way.
Zuifeng also achieved his goal and breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally out of the Blackstone Abyss, Old Chen couldn't help but ask Zuifeng: "Where are you going to do things now?"
"Fighting?" Zuifeng shook his head, "No, no, no, I want to go back to the Blackrock Tower to make up a grand wedding for Onyxia."
"Oh, wedding... wait a minute, wedding?!" Old Chen finally remembered something, and he hurried over to the outside of Heishi Mountain.
"Hey! Old Chen! Why are you going?" Drunk Feng was startled.
"See you later! I remember that my brother's wedding is approaching. If I can't get back to the Wandering Island in time, he will kill me. I'm sorry that I can't attend your wedding-next time I invite !" (To be continued.)