"Look, the dwarf soldiers are starting to raise their hands!"
While many onlookers were talking about it, after the dwarf soldier finished his fifth bowl of wine, he stopped drinking and began to vote with a show of hands.
Seeing this scene, the people who had been so noisy finally stopped saying anything and looked nervously at the scene.
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 a strong drink that they don’t like?
And the fact is just as people thought, as more and more dwarves raised their hands, everyone had a look of disappointment on their faces.
Because the dwarf soldiers who recognized the orc 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...can the orcs' spirits be approved by a unanimous vote 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 that were the case, it would be a great disgrace for our Holy Alliance. But, having said that, our Holy Alliance has lost now..."
The crowd could not help but feel their hearts beating wildly as they saw the number of approvals increasing with each vote.
The human race has participated in so many brewing competitions, but they have never received so much recognition in the finals.
If the orcs really get the approval of two hundred votes this time, then the human race will no longer have to boast of being the best in brewing, let alone despise the orcs for being barbaric and stupid.
Fortunately, what everyone was worried about did not happen, because the number of approved votes finally stopped at 199 votes.
"One hundred and ninety-nine votes..."
But even so, all the humans could not help but look up when they saw this, because this had already broken the previous record set by the humans.
And now, it can basically be said that the Orcs have won.
"How is this possible!" The second prince of the Bach Empire turned pale. Their flaming wine actually lost.
Originally, they only regarded the Blue Shield Empire as a strong enemy. This time, because the taste of the flame wine was improved, they originally thought they would be a sure winner.
And his second prince also came to get the staff forged with the help of Master Moore, and at the same time, he allowed himself to regain the championship of this competition, and then returned to the Bach Empire to build up his reputation.
But now the competition champion has been lost, let alone gain any reputation.
I'm afraid his other brothers will be able to throw dirty water on him right away.
Even if this time it was because of the force majeure of the orcs, they would be slandered as being defeated because of Corey.
When Koli, the second prince, looked like he was in bad luck, Narant actually also showed a dignified expression.
Unexpectedly, this orc was such a sudden rise that he actually gained one hundred and ninety-nine recognitions, a full eight recognitions higher than the Bach Empire.
Although he had not participated in previous competitions, he knew from the chatter of the crowd below that this result was already very high.
At this moment, those orcs who didn't know how to suppress their emotions had already burst into triumphant laughter.
Except for the brooding old man from the Fox clan, all the orcs had the joy of victory and the competition against the humans on their faces.
"Next, the last person to participate in the competition is the Storm Leader!"
The Orc Ape Spirits Competition results were obtained, and the dwarf host did not delay and immediately announced the arrival of the Storm Leader convoy.
Then, Mario neatly led the team to the field and began to pour 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 Leader came on stage, many of the talking onlookers immediately looked towards the field. The impact the orcs had given them previously was so great that they almost forgot the existence of the Storm Leader.
Many people who were unwilling to let the orcs win couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
"Impossible! You have also heard the comment made by the dwarf just now. Although the spirit of Stormland is strong enough, it is not as delicious as fire wine and fire wine. It is impossible to compare with the spirit of the orcs."
"Alas, it seems that the orcs are really going to win this time!"
However, that glimmer of hope only arose for a moment, but was ruthlessly extinguished by the others.
Even the nobles on the high platform frowned. If they were the ones least willing to see the orcs obtain weapons, it was them.
After all, when the orcs become stronger, they will directly threaten their interests.
"Dwarf warriors, this is the Eye of the Storm from our Storm Territory. The purchase price is only two gold coins. Please taste it slowly, all dwarf warriors!"
"What, only two gold coins!"
"Yeah, although the taste is a bit worse, considering its intensity, it's not so cheap!"
At this time, as Mario told the dwarf soldiers in front the price of the Eye of the Storm, everyone in the audience was stunned.
Because the price is too low.
Even low-quality wine like Jade Spirits still needs to be sold for one gold coin to make money, but this highly potent wine only sold for two gold coins, and everyone even wondered if he wanted to sell it at a loss.
You can't win this competition anyway, so you might as well show off.
"At this point, you still want to show off!" Prince Corey, who was already in a bad mood, vented his grievances towards Nalant without hesitation.
In his opinion, Narant was also trying to gain attention at the moment.
As an imperial prince, he naturally knows the cost of brewing high-grade spirits, and even the price they offer for their fire wine is just enough to maintain the cost price.
But because of his previous victory, he temporarily offered ten silver coins. These ten silver coins were the freight cost of transporting the flaming wine to the Forge Castle.
But in order to continue to win and obtain a large number of weapons forged by the dwarves, the Bach Empire can repay these ten silver coins.
This is not just the idea of ​​his Bach Empire, but even the idea of ​​all Holy Alliance empires.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is estimated that in this competition, the only offer that does not lose money is probably from the Orcs.
Because all their wine-making materials come from forests, it means that apart from labor costs, there is almost no other investment required.
In this way, the offer of three gold coins should still allow the Orcs to make some money.
Facing the strange expressions of everyone, Nalant showed no reaction.
The dwarves in the field had also raised the wine bowls in front of them at this moment.
"Well, the smell of wine is indeed stronger than ever before!"
"Yes!, but unfortunately, Captain Kakad just said that the taste of the Eye of the Storm is still different from that of fire wine and fire wine!"
"Never mind it, if it tastes worse, it will be worse. We also have to taste this unprecedented intensity!"
A group of dwarves held the wine bowls to their noses and smelled it. They immediately recognized from the rich smell of the wine that its strength was indeed extraordinary.
After saying that, all the dwarves raised their wine bowls and poured them into their mouths with a thud!
"Well!"
The classic scene reappeared again, but after two hundred dwarf soldiers drank a sip of strong wine, just like Kakad and others before, they were immediately stunned by the impact of the high-intensity alcohol.
After a while, these dwarf soldiers recovered their movements. Then everyone looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
And this shock was accompanied by a trace of doubt.
However, they had no time to say anything at this moment, but immediately raised their heads and drank the strong wine into their mouths.
The onlookers didn't notice anything strange, because the performance of the two hundred dwarf soldiers at this moment was not much different from that in the first round.
"One more bowl!" Soon, all the dwarves had finished the first night and begged Nalant's subordinates who were standing next to them holding wine bottles.
Naturally, subordinates like Nalant reacted very quickly and quickly filled up the wine bowl again.
Gudonggudong!
There was another fierce swallowing sound.
"Hey, have another bowl!"
Gudonggudong!
"Wow, I actually drank three bowls of it. It seems that this Eye of the Storm liquor is really good. If the beast tribe hadn't appeared, it should be able to compete with the Bach Empire and the Blue Shield Empire for first place!"
"Yes! I'm really curious about where this Storm Territory came from. The spirits they brew are as good as those of the two empires. Why haven't we heard of them before?"
"Hey, wait, look!"
"What are you looking at?"
"Then...those dwarf soldiers seem to want to drink a fourth bowl!"
"What, you want to drink a fourth bowl? Just now, these dwarves have only drank three bowls of fire wine and fire wine!"
To be continued...