Chapter 363：

Alleria didn't care about such a provocation, she smiled confidently, picked up the glass that had just been filled, touched Kurdran and drank it again.

There was another round of applause, Kurdran also drank the wine in the glass, and the relationship between the two parties immediately got closer.

Chapter 0477: The Hinterland (middle)

Next, their attention finally turned to Ye Ting's body.

As a common messenger between humans and high elves, and a companion of Alleria's companions, Ye Ting did gain the trust of the dwarves. However, for Ye Ting, a human who looks weak (compared to the Wildhammer dwarves), short People are not as familiar with Alleria.

Even so, Falstad still enthusiastically said to him: "Does Mr. Liver drink? When you come to the Hinterland, you have to have a few drinks with us. Here, an 8-year-old kid has learned to drink! "

Although he created a spell to deal with alcohol, Ye Ting still doesn't like drinking alcohol. Even if magic can make him sober from drunkenness quickly, the incomprehensible taste in the wine still disgusts him.

At this moment, facing the large glass of ale in front of him, he couldn't help but frown, and looked at Alleria for help.

However, Alleria didn't help him this time, she just sipped and looked at him with a smile.

——MMP, this girl wants to get me drunk!

Ye Ting immediately discovered her true purpose, and shouted cheating in his heart, however, in this way, he had no retreat.

However, he could not and would not refuse.

He knew in his heart that even if he could not drink, the ruler of the dwarves was willing to invite you to drink, which also represented their approval of you, so it is better not to refuse at will.

No way, just pinch your nose and drink.

"I haven't touched that thing very much in the past, but since you are so kind, I'm fortunate to give it a try."

"Haha, Mr. Liver is really refreshing! Just have a fight with Ms. Alleria."

Fustad smiled and exclaimed. At this moment, Ye Ting felt that the strangeness between him and these Wildhammer dwarves gradually disappeared.

——Unexpectedly, can you do this with just a drink?

He smiled bitterly, and drank it all in the same way that Alleria did.

Although the wine in the glass is already the best wine of Wildhammer, the mellow aroma of wheat, the bitter taste of wine, and a slightly sour taste with imperfect fermentation filled his mouth and entered his throat, making him feel for a while. Uncomfortable.

Then came a violent cough.

At any rate, he drank it all in one go, but the novice-like reaction at the wine table still caused a burst of laughter.

The Wildhammer dwarves laughed back, but Ye Ting's performance still made them very satisfied. In the Wildhammer dwarves' view, people who drink alcohol are generally not too furious, and it is not easy to betray allies. Now Ye Ting is already. Being regarded by them as a friend, even their attitude towards him is much more enthusiastic.

Sure enough, these alcoholics are really treated differently.

In the next dinner, Ye Ting received much better treatment than when he first came to Eagle's Nest. The Wildhammer dwarves began to toast to him, talked with him, and laughed loudly with him, just like treating him. The same as one's own.

But Ye Ting himself became more upset when he drank it. Even with magical assistance, he still felt that he had been infused with too much wine, and he felt that the whole person was fished out of the wine.

——These hapless little dwarfs, haven't they ever drank alcohol?

The furious Ye Ting decided to retaliate.

"Don't you like to drink? Then I will let you taste the real wine and get you all drunk, and see if you are still arrogant."

Thinking of this, Ye Ting was determined to come up with his assassin.

That is, distilled spirits made through modern technology.

Since the excessively strong alcohol produced during the fermentation process of wine can kill the yeast and cannot continue to ferment, the maximum alcohol concentration of fermented wine made by traditional methods can only reach 10%~15%.

If you want to increase the concentration of alcohol to produce a stronger and stronger wine, the only way to distill and blend the fermented wine is to finally make a wine with a higher alcohol concentration.

Although distilling wine is not a very advanced technology, looking at the entire Azeroth, only the Pandaren who are addicted to Pandaria have mastered it. The rest of the races, whether they are dwarves, humans or elves, have only produced ordinary ones. Fermented wine-the most special thing is to give these wines some magical effects.

And these distilled spirits in his hand, according to the habits of the earth, can be called brandy.

Yes, this is the distilled spirit made from spirit fruit wine. On the earth, brandy is the name of the product after the distillation of wine and other fruit wines. Ye Ting now uses it casually.

I saw him in the large courtyard, taking out a huge oak barrel from his dragon skin pocket, and placing it in the center of the banquet table with a loud hula, knocking over the surrounding wine and food.

But no one cares about this, all the dwarves' eyes—no, their noses—are attracted by the huge oak barrel.

"This...what the **** is this?" Falstad sniffed and made a longing voice. "This kind of mellow fragrance, this flawless fruity taste...this...this...what kind of wine is this? "

The king of wildhammer dwarves, at this moment, seems to have seen a child of his favorite thing, staring straight at the oak barrel, greedily breathing the intoxicating smell of alcohol in the wind, and forced a swallow. saliva.

Seeing that this king has never seen the world now and looks like he has no prospects, Ye Ting nodded in satisfaction and replied: "This is a new fruit wine I developed, named Brandy. I have long heard of the Wildhammer Dwarf. I love binge drinking. Although I don’t drink much, I have a lot of research on alchemy, so I developed this kind of spirit as a meeting gift for you."

"Strong wine? Meeting ceremony?" Hearing these two terms, the dwarves' eyes flashed, and Kurdran hurriedly asked, "How strong is this wine?"

"Believe me, this wine is stronger than you think, much stronger than any wine you have ever drunk," Ye Ting smiled slightly when Alleria on the side saw this smile. , The high elf who was quite familiar with Ye Ting immediately understood that this meant that his little brother was going to cheat others.

Sure enough, Ye Ting's next words were quite provocative: "I don't know, would the Wildhammer dwarves dare to drink such wine?"

Wildhammer dwarves have a reckless character and cannot be irritated, let alone drinking, which is their favorite and best place.

Kurdran was immediately annoyed by Ye Ting's words.

"Dare! Why don't you dare!? There is no wine in this world that our Wildhammer dwarves dared not drink!"

After all, he yelled and climbed onto the dining table, tiptoes and lifted the lid of the oak barrel. In an instant, even more fragrant wine filled the room, even Kurdran, who was on tiptoe, couldn't help but sway. Almost did not stand firm.

He felt that he was going to be drunk just by smelling the scent of the wine.

——It's really good wine!

Kurdran looked forward to it even more, but did not show weakness.

"Come, come!" he yelled happily, "Let's fight three hundred rounds with this wine!"

Chapter 0478 He Zong Lian Heng: Intermediate Curtain-Drunken Night

Kurdran's scooping movements were quite rough. He directly used the large wooden wine glass as a wine spoon, reached into the barrel to scoop out a full glass of brandy, and then poured it into his belly without even looking at it.

Ye Ting couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly after seeing the rude look of a whale swallowing a cow.

Drinking brandy as a spirit like ordinary ale or beer, it seems that the dwarf old man can accept it.

As the clear amber liquor poured into the mouth, Kurdran first felt an elegant and delicate fruity aroma and a strong aging woody aroma. This sweet taste reveals a deep elf style. However, Even a Wildhammer dwarf like Kurdran has to admire the delicate and perfect taste, which is not comparable to the crude fermentation of dwarf ale.

And then, surprises and surprises for him appeared.

A strong scent of alcohol filled his mouth, and the taste was so strong that it made him feel that the wines he had drunk in the past were undecent water.

However, when the drink was in his stomach, he realized that the evaluation just now underestimated the glass of "brandy."