Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 526 79. Get a dwarf drunk and take him to the hotel【710】

"Woohoo, I found you, Dai Lin! Sure enough, as I expected, the old man is hiding in my old lover's house."

In a dark alley in Dalaran, Bu Laike, who is hiding in a corner, is holding a small crystal ball in a wretched manner, and a picture from Fenner's perspective emerges on it.

Apparently, the ring that the pirate gave to Fenner contained a little "innocuous" "little magic" left by him.

Dean Lanyue, who was in charge of unbinding the magic, understood and did not destroy it. Bu Laike stared at the picture on the crystal ball, watching Fenner's attacks again and again, but Dai Lin used various techniques to resolve them.

Rubbing his chin, he said in a strange tone:

"Old man, do you know that you are like a fitness trainer trying to sell classes, wishing to show off all your fighter skills, and want to develop Fenner into your 'client', right?

It's hard to think of a way for you to keep Fenner with you too.

Ah, the majestic king, really humble.

In your current state, if I suddenly appeared, in order to keep me, would you still offer your fleet with both hands?

Tsk tsk, the empty nesters are so pitiful. "

With such strange emotions, the pirate put away the crystal ball in his hand.

Judging from the current situation, Fenner's appearance can at least hold Dailin back for a long time, which makes Bu Laike no longer have to worry about breaking into a certain tavern and having an unexpected meeting with Dailin.

Seriously, as a king, his bad habit of going to taverns really needs to be cured.

The pirate jumped into the shadows, and quickly shuttled through the streets of Dalaran, and soon came to a weapon shop called "Magic Weapon" on the edge of the magic commercial street.

This is the gathering place of the dwarves in Dalaran city.

These muscle sticks maintain the ancient tradition of unity, but wherever they are located in the city, there will always be a unique dwarven cultural area.

They also don't like to go to human taverns, not because of complicated reasons like discrimination, but simply because they dislike the fact that the wine for humans is not strong enough.

They say it's for women, and that real men should try the dwarves' brew.

As far as the pirates know, these alcoholics even have a secret "Monthly Wine Club", which only accepts those who are really hard-boiled alcoholics to join. Ordinary alcoholics can't even pass the entry-level assessment.

There were even reckless trysts who were fooled by the dwarves' spirits and burned their brains out. They kept saying that they saw a pink elephant and tried to capture a weird thing called a little flying rabbit with antlers.

The dwarves in the Wine Club have a drink called "Dragon P.I.E".

As the name tells you, this is a drink that only the most voluptuous dwarven alcoholics and dragons can drink. Compared with it, the dark iron spirits that the dark iron dwarves are said to brew with magma are not worth mentioning.

The pirate pushed open the door of the bar where the dwarves gathered with ease, bent over and got in.

There was a spirits party going on inside, and a large crowd of dwarves shouted noisy words, cheered, and gulped down the dwarven spirits fresh from the barrels.

There are also some short guys who drink too much and talk nonsense while holding barrels.

The whole dark bar was filled with the mellow aroma of spirits, which made the drunk pirate's throat move up and down.

However, he quickly resisted the alcoholic impulse in his heart, and instead of rashly joining the ranks of alcoholics, he began to look for his goals in this noisy dwarf bar.

Soon, he found it.

"Hey, remember me?"

Bo Laike went to the bar, picked up a drunk muscle stick and dropped it on the ground, and sat himself on the chair designed for dwarves.

This bloody height!

He had to curl his legs up to sit on it.

Then he reached out and patted the shoulder of the dwarf next to him who was drinking a large cup of mead with his head on his back.

The dwarf wore a hood and was mysteriously dressed, but he had a very beautifully repaired golden beard, and it was braided. At the bottom, there were three simple gold rings, one big, two small, and three simple.

There are many dwarves with beautiful beards, which they regard as a status symbol, but few dwarves with beards of this pure color.

This is a bronze beard royal family!

When the pirate's hand was on the shoulder of the dwarf who was drinking recklessly, the dwarf warrior who raised his head and finished off a large glass of mead clasped his wrist with lightning speed.

"Don't touch me, man. Whatever you have to do, wait till tomorrow, I'm a drink and party tonight."

Muradin Bronzebeard hiccupped with alcohol on his face, he shook off Laike's hand, smashed the wine glass in his hand that was as big as his head on the bar, and shouted in dwarven:

"One more cup, no! Ten more cups!"

"Well, that's a pity. I also want to share this jug of wine with an old friend."

Bu Laike took out a bottle of elf-style wine from his special wine bag, put it in his hand and stroked it gently like a baby, he said:

"I found this from the ruins of Sandarra in Northrend.

It is a fine wine brewed in the era of the Elven Empire. It is conservatively estimated that it has a history of 10,000 years. They use magic power to seal the wine. I have to say that the upper elves are really good at having fun.

Its name has long since been known, I call it 'Azshara's Slutty Kiss'.

I hope the elves don't beat me up for the name. "

"Uh?"

The dwarf prince, who had been very twitchy just now, now has his eyes wide open, staring at the amber-colored wine bottle in Bo Laike's hand that is glowing with an arc of Amber light in the dim light.

Although Muradin was not good at archaeology, he could also tell that the wine bottle was a true highborne style.

That's probably the only advantage of having a younger brother who is a master archaeologist, listening to Brian nagging about those damn things every day, Muradin can be considered a half-expert.

As the pirate shook the wine in the bottle slightly, the dwarf's eyes moved up and down with it, and his throat made a distinct swallowing motion.

A few seconds later, the legendary warrior said with "surprise" on his face:

"Yeah, isn't this my old friend Boo Laike? The last time I heard from you was, well, I mean, you've been quiet since the war.

I heard a crazy rumor some time ago that you went off to the high seas to become a pirate? "

"Don't listen to their nonsense, I am now a legal caster."

Seeing that Muradin recognized him, Bo Laike also grinned, and conveniently stuffed the bottle of "Azshara's Slutty Kiss" into the dwarf's hand.

This meeting gift was so wonderful that the dwarf immediately grinned, patted the bar and said:

"Come, come, get my friend Bu Laike a drink too, in the biggest glass!"

"No, I have business with you this time."

"Do you know the rules?

It is a tradition to have a round of wine to talk to a dwarf first, and to pay for the wine on your own initiative. It represents your respect for the dwarves. The more you drink, the more the dwarves like you, and the smoother things are. "

"How come I haven't heard of this tradition?"

The pirate frowned.

But then he shrugged his shoulders, pointed back to a dwarf in a tavern behind him, and said to Muradin:

"Drink as you please. Divide them into a share, and we each have half. Whoever drinks them all first will win. If I win, you must help me."

"Are you serious?"

Muradin's eyes widened for a moment, and he said seriously:

"So many dwarven drunks here, you'll be drunk to death."

"That's my risk."

Bu Laike curled his lips and stretched out his hand towards Muradin, provocatively saying:

"If you are scared, go back to Ironforge, so that I can proudly declare that I have 'won' Muradin Bronzebeard."

"Shhhhh! You big mouth!"

Muradin hastily raised his stubby fingers and made a silence. He pointed to his hood and said:

"Didn't you see that I have made a disguise? I am now the temporary guard of Marshal Lothar. Running out to drink is a 'secret operation', don't make a big deal of it."

"Come on, who can you fool with your signature beard? And camouflage, stealth, your posturing is an insult to the word."

The pirate slapped the table and laughed loudly:

"If all the assassins in the world were as 'good at disguising' as you are, Ravenholdt would have finished the game long ago. Look at how hard your compatriots have endured, and they have to cooperate with you in this 'dress-up game'.

Is it hard to find a mage to cast a temporary transfiguration spell on you?

Hurry up, don't waste time.

I'm still busy. "

"Drink it! Start now!"

Muradin put away his gift of fine wine, raised his big wine glass and started the challenge, and threw a provocative look at the pirate. Bo Laike shrugged and walked towards the drunkards with two glasses of wine in his hands.

With the "drunkard" talent, he will not lose.

The only limit to how much a pirate can drink is the capacity of his bladder. And judging from the figures of the dwarves, the pirates also had an advantage in one aspect.

Two hours later, Bu Laike, who was half drunk, helped Muradin, who started to walk and started to shake, to leave the messy dwarven tavern.

The legendary warrior muttered as he walked:

"You are a good friend! Bo Laike, I admit I underestimated you, your stomach is like a dragon, and your drinking posture conquers all dwarf drunkards.

You are a true hero among alcoholics!

But today I was not prepared enough, I had already drank a lot before you came, you are no match for victory.

I don't admit that I lost!

Next time you're in Ironforge, let's do it again, right here at Thunderwine Brewery, and I'll have the whole of Khaz Modan's alcoholics as our guests. Hiccup. "

He let out a big belch, pushed Bo Laike away, rushed into the nearby trash can, and started throwing up.

The pirate shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his dizzy head. He knew that he would die of pain when he woke up tomorrow morning, so the important things had to be done tonight.

After Muradin vomited all the wine in his stomach, he was taken by Laike to the second floor of the magic hotel, where the pirates opened a private room in advance.

Of course not for doing bad things.

"boom"

A quaint box embellished with the watchman's logo was thrown out by the pirates, and it hit the dizzy Muradin in front of him.

He bent down and opened the box, revealing the unquenched Luna Blessing Armor, and made a "please" gesture to the legendary warrior next to him rubbing his eyes fiercely:

"That's what I'm asking you to do."

Muradin was lying on that set of silver-gray battle armor right now. He stretched out his hand to caress the strange metal battle suit in front of him, as if stroking the skin of the most beautiful beauty.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and said to the pirate:

"I suspect that I drank too much. I have never seen the metal that makes up this suit of armor! There is still an inexplicable force flowing on it, which has a shocking feeling.

But the style of this armor seems to be from the elves, and it's a female armor. Where did you get it? "

"Don't ask about this."

Bu Laike folded his arms and said:

"I just want to know, can a skilled blacksmith like you modify its shape to fit my body?"

"It has not been quenched yet, and it can be modified in theory."

Muradin touched the entire battle armor from beginning to end with his hands, frowned and thought for a few minutes before saying:

"But you can't make major changes. Its design is something I have never seen before, and rash changes will destroy it. In addition, I have come to the conclusion after checking it with my own hands.

The temperature of the magma at the core of Ironforge's great furnace may not be able to quench it either.

The quenching of this magic armor is not just to improve the protection strength, it is more like a ceremony, to perfectly combine the divine power in the armor with the armor itself.

It needs not only temperature, but also the weight of other external forces.

Or ask the divine power from the same source to slowly polish it over time until it is completely integrated with the divine power. The furnace of Ironforge does not have this effect. "

"For quenching, I will find a way."

Bo Laike waved his finger and said to the dwarf:

"I just need you to help me modify its shape. I know this job is difficult, but there are only a few blacksmiths in Azeroth who are capable of handling it. I don't want to take the risk of finding someone with poor skills."

"Well, that's a great idea. Professional work should be done by professional people."

Muradin gave a thumbs up.

The legendary warrior and blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and seemed to be planning to start working on the spot. Like a tailor, he took out a measuring tape and stood on a chair to measure Laike's body in a professional manner.

"The battle armor is prepared for elves who are taller than you, so after the modification, there will definitely be more leftovers, about one-tenth of it."

The dwarf prince rubbed his hands, a philistine expression appeared on his bearded face.

He smiled generously and said:

"We are friends who have fought side by side, and I won't ask you for payment.

Give me those extra scraps, this kind of unseen metal is what all blacksmiths are after, maybe I can modify it, add other metals, and make a weapon or something. "

"Ha, you greedy dwarf!"

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows under his helmet and said:

"I regard you as a friend, but you want to take advantage of me. Do you know how much effort I spent getting this set of armor? I almost took my life in it.

It's not that easy for you to pick away part of it with just a few words. However, if you do me another favor, this matter is not out of question. "

The pirate rubbed his fingers and said to Muradin:

"After a while, if you come to Tol Barad Island to help me make something, I will allow you to take away the scraps. But just like this time, keep it a secret!

Don't tell anyone.

You can't even tell your relatives, especially your brother with that big mouth! I'm a big believer in the mountain-solid reputation of the dwarves, but just in case you do something stupid, I have a piece of news for you. "

Bu Laike sat on the bed next to him and said to the drunken Muradin:

"Brian Bronzebeard is sitting on one of my ships, going to a place outside civilization to conduct archaeological excavations, where there are many dangerous things.

And I have some very reliable friends in that big desert, who can help your brother avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles. "

"You threatened me, you bastard."

Muradin suddenly became upset. The dwarf clenched his fists with beard and staring eyes, intending to punch the stinky pirate, but Laike spread his hands and said sincerely:

"Trust me, I'm not threatening you, or you'd have seen one of old Brian's fingers by now.

Come on, Muradin, you, a legendary warrior who has lived for hundreds of years, cannot be ignorant of Ravenholdt's behavior style. Compared with them, I am much more 'kind'.

It's just a constraint.

Like I said earlier, this is to keep you from doing something stupid.

And I paid you enough to satisfy you. Stop complaining, big blacksmith, start working now, come on, roll up your sleeves and work hard. "

(end of this chapter)