After passing the teleportation array in Loland City, Ange and his party returned to Meishen City the next day, and he had brewed a wave of beetroot wine on the way and took it out for the dwarf 'tasters' to taste.
I saw the dwarf sommeliers taking a sip, frowning immediately, and then frowning and drinking all the wine.
Seeing this scene, everyone frowned.
Nigris flew over and asked: "How is it? Is the wine good?"
The dwarf was drunk, he pointed at Nigris and laughed: "Hehe, little fat dragon, grab it and roast it..."
"Lightning!" Nigris called behind him.
While Zi Gu was rubbing his head, Lightning quickly ran over with a forced smile on his face and shocked the dwarf hard, causing the drunk dwarf to wake up instantly.
"How is the wine? Is it good?" Nigris asked with a smile.
The dwarf shook his head obediently.
"Then why did you drink it all?" Nigris asked in confusion.
The dwarf quickly said: "That's wine, how can you waste it? You have to drink it even if it goes rancid, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the God of Wine." After saying this, he licked his lips.
Looking at him like that, it's not that he's disrespectful at all, he's just greedy for wine.
Nigris shook his head in disappointment: "It's useless. Alas, let them go."
When it comes to wine tasting, if you don’t pursue the quality of the wine and you can drink all the bad ones, how can you tell whether it’s good or bad? These dwarves are not qualified wine tasters.
He turned around and took less than two steps when he felt someone hugging his thigh. The bearded dwarf smiled a "kind and kind" smile, which almost scared Nigris:
"Sir, don't dismiss us. At most, we should drink less. We are all dwarf warriors, strong, brave, and invincible. Take us in, and you will never be disappointed."
"Ah? I mean to let you go and give you your free status. What a mess."
"No, no, no, don't want freedom. You want to drink. Give us wine. We are the bravest dwarf warriors, invincible." The dwarf bulged his biceps and patted his chest to show his strength.
After being convinced, in order not to be fired, the dwarves hugged Nigris' thigh tightly, almost breaking it. In the end, they had to take in these dwarves with ten pounds of wine per month, food and accommodation included.
warrior.
After a long time, the leader Bronzebeard revealed the reason why he would rather hug his thighs than stay. It was because the wine brewed by Lord Ange was strong enough. Although it didn't taste good, the wine was very strong and knocked them all down.
Under normal circumstances, each of them would have to drink five kilograms of the strongest alcohol in humans to get drunk.
However, they only drank such a terrible wine once. The second time, the wine tasted normal, the third time it tasted very good, and the fourth time it tasted so good that I couldn't think of any adjectives.
Of course, the alcohol is still as strong as before, especially the aged beetroot wine, which makes the dwarves full of strength every time they drink it, and their strength directly increases by a level, just like Luther chewing beets.
"Is this the human wine-refining furnace?" Duroken circled around the wine-refining furnace a few times. After understanding the function of each component, he picked up the golden rod and materials and started lighting them.
The rough ones became refined, the cumbersome ones became light, and the tedious ones became concise. After a while, the wine refining furnace took on a new look.
"How is it? Is it okay?" Duroken asked humbly. After all, it is a functional device. He can improve it, but whether the improvement is reasonable or not depends on the opinions of professionals.
The professional, a sixty-year-old human winemaker, looked at the improved wine refining furnace with shining eyes, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, that's great, a magic wine refining furnace, I have never dared to hope for it in my life."
, it’s too expensive, you prodigal... noble people."
Duroken heard this, glanced sideways at him, and touched his head with the Midas Touch. All the hair on his head fell out, and the human brewer turned into a bald brewer.
Indeed, not many people use a magic furnace to make wine. If a furnace is used until it is worn out, and all the wine produced is sold, it may not be possible to earn back the price of a furnace.
But Ange didn't care. Even the core decomposition rod inside was made of world branches. It was so luxurious that Duroken wanted to hit people. Of course, looking at the world branches filling the space, Duroken gradually got used to it.
A luxurious act.
Twenty furnaces were lined up in a row, and Ange used the scale ring to weigh all the materials put in to ensure that the materials added to each furnace were consistent.
Every oak barrel has been wiped with purification techniques to ensure that every barrel is clean.
Then there is the control group.
The quick-death halo may be the magic skill that all winemakers dream of. It condenses all the change processes into a short period of time. You can put in the ingredients and seal them in the morning, and the wine can be produced in the afternoon.
Ange uses wheat, rice, beetroot, dream grass, moon grass, seaweed rice, fruit of life, world tree honeydew, gooshu, etc. as materials, and uses moon spring water, holy water, well water, and fresh sea water respectively.
Then supplemented with Yuequan wine, dwarf spirits, and the distiller's yeast of several human wines, cross-matched and compared repeatedly.
There are hundreds of combinations of these elements. Twenty furnaces at a time, three times a day, only takes about ten days.
Ange once spent several months searching for 10,000 grass plants to cultivate salty rice. This workload was too trivial.
"This dreamweed rice wine is delicious, not too strong, and has a sweet taste, like juice. It is suitable for people with low alcohol tolerance."
Luther held the wine glass, swirled the light red wine inside, and said in a pretentious manner.
Zi Kui used the small-liter oak barrel as a cup and took a big sip. He said haha: "I like this kind of moongrass ale. It will bubble. If you take a sip, the bubbles will burst in your mouth and fill your mouth."
The aroma of wheat.”
The great wizard drank rice honeydew wine and said nothing. He just stared into the distance and hummed an unknown tune. It made people feel like they were in an uncultivated wilderness. There was a shadow leopard howling in the night sky in the distance.
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A bunch of dwarf drunkards were holding cups, and they were spooning a cup into this bucket and a glass into that bucket with gleaming eyes. One took a sip and his eyes were gleaming, and the other took a sip and his eyes were gleaming.
Don't expect them to tell you what's good or bad, they don't have time.
Lightning poked his head around, picking out the wine glasses that the dwarves had scooped out but didn't have time to drink from. He stretched out his tongue to lick the ones that were too strong. He quickly spit when he licked the ones that tasted good. He immediately opened his mouth to bite the wine glasses, and then pushed the dwarf over his shoulder.
He pushed aside and grabbed the wine glass.
The dwarf who was drunk on alcohol turned around angrily, but when he saw it was Lord Lightning, he immediately turned away his anger.
I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of the dwarves who have no wine. In the past few days, I have added the word "fear of lightning" after "no wine". There has never been anything that can kill them like lightning.
Lightning can quarrel but doesn't fight. Dwarves can fight but can't fight. They can only be scolded by Lightning. From dawn to dusk, their heads are getting big. From then on, the dwarves saw
I'm afraid of lightning.
Looking at everyone's performance, Ange felt that brewing his own wine should be considered a success.
"It's such a success. After drinking this wine, what should I do if I can't drink it again?" said the dwarf Bronzebeard.
Nigris asked: "If you were the Dwarf King, what kind of wine would you like to drink most?"
Bronzebeard said hurriedly: "Everyone likes it."
"Do you have a favorite?" Negris asked.
Bronzebeard's eyes rolled for a while, and then he reluctantly said: "I have to choose one, the beetroot bar. It's weird. I feel full of power when I drink it. It would be better if it was stronger."
Upon hearing this, Ange took a bottle of beetroot wine, spread the freckle-removing technique on it, and removed the water inside as impurities.
In the blink of an eye, the amount of wine was reduced by one-third.
Bronzebeard took a sip, his eyes turned red, but he resisted and said: "A little stronger."
Ange rejuvenates and reduces the amount of wine by one-third.
Bronzebeard took a sip, took a deep breath, took a big sip, and then let out a big burp, and his whole body swelled up.
"I'm going crazy! Ahhh!" Bronzebeard's body grew a lot, and his height rose to 1.6 meters. His skin was petrified, his beard and hair stood straight up, his eyes were red, and when he breathed, there was something on the tip of his nose.
A small electric light flashed.
Nigris was dumbfounded: "Awakening of bloodline? Becoming a dwarf? Possessed by the God of War?"
Duroken shook his head: "It has not reached the point of being possessed by the God of War, it has only reached the stage of becoming mad."
According to legend, dwarves also have the blood of the Thunder Titan. Of course, the Thunder Titan firmly refuses to admit it. How could they have such a short bloodline?
But after the dwarf bloodline is awakened, the height will jump up and become a big man of over 1.6 meters. Furthermore, the ability to become mad can be awakened, and finally the god of war can be possessed.
At the stage of being possessed by the God of War, the dwarf can control the power of thunder, throw out Thor's hammer, and smash the enemy into pieces. The posture is similar to that of the Thunder Titan throwing a javelin.
This is why it is said that they have the blood of the Thunder Titan.
"Ah ah ah, I'm so hot, come and fight with me." Bronzebeard whirled around in a rage, his eyes red and glaring around.
However, he was obviously still conscious. Although he was irritable, he did not lose control. He did not dare to glare at Ange.
"Ouch!" The little angel held up the Holy Light Glove and rushed forward.
Bang bang bang bang, the winner is hard to decide, Bronzebeard roars again and again, because the little angel won't hurt, he will.
Since this was not a test of strength, Ange jumped over and grabbed its neck, pulling it back.
The little angel punched and kicked around, unconvinced: "Ouch!"
To be continued...