Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

After passing through the teleportation array in Lorraine City, Ange and his party returned to Beauty God City the next day, and he had already brewed a wave of beetroot wine on the way, and took it out for the dwarf "wine tasters" to taste.

I saw those dwarf wine tasters took a sip and immediately frowned, then frowned and drank all the wine.

Seeing this scene, everyone frowned.

Negris flew over and asked, "How is it? Is the wine good?"

The dwarf smelled of alcohol, pointed at Negris and laughed, "Hehe, little fat dragon, grab it and roast it..."

"Lightning!" Negris greeted behind him.

While being rubbed on the head by Zi Li, the lightning with a forced smile on his face hurried over and shocked the dwarf vigorously, and the dwarf, who was smelling of alcohol, instantly became sober.

"How's the wine? Is it good?" Negris asked with a smile.

The dwarf shook his head obediently.

"Then why did you drink it up?" Negris asked puzzled.

The dwarf hurriedly said: "That's wine, how can it be wasted? You have to drink it if it's rancid, otherwise it's disrespectful to the god of wine." He licked his lips after speaking.

Looking at him like that, it's not respectful or disrespectful at all, it's just a glutton for drinking.

Negris shook his head in disappointment: "It's useless, alas, let them go."

When tasting wine, if you don't pursue the quality of wine, and you can drink up even the bad ones, how can you judge whether it is good or bad? These dwarves are not good tasters.

Before he turned around and took two steps, he felt his thigh being hugged. The bearded dwarf squeezed out a 'friendly and kind' smile, which almost didn't scare Negris:

"My lord, don't fire us, at most we should drink less. We are all dwarf warriors, strong, brave, and invincible, take us in, we will definitely not let you down."

"Ah? I mean let you go, return your free status, what a mess."

"No, no, no, don't be free, drink, give us wine, we are the bravest dwarf warriors, invincible." The dwarf puffed up his biceps and patted his chest to show his strength.

In order not to be dismissed, the dwarves hugged Negris' thigh so tightly that they almost broke it. In the end, they had to take in these dwarves with ten catties of wine per month, plus food and shelter. warrior.

A long time later, the leader, Bronzebeard, revealed the reason why he would rather stay with his thighs in the first place, because the wine brewed by Lord Ange was strong enough, although the taste was not good, but the wine was strong enough to put them all down.

Under normal circumstances, each of them would have to drink five catties of the strongest alcohol for humans to get drunk.

However, they only drank such a bad wine once, the second time, the taste of the wine was normal, the third time it was already delicious, and the fourth time it was so good that they couldn't think of an adjective.

Of course, the strength of the wine is still the same, especially the aged beetroot wine, which can fill the dwarves with strength every time they drink it, and their strength has directly increased by a level, just like Luthor eating beets.

"This is the human's refining furnace?" Duroken walked around the refining furnace a few times, and after figuring out the function of each component, he picked up some gold rods and materials, and lit on it.

The rough becomes delicate, the bulky becomes light, and the cumbersome becomes concise. After a while, the refining furnace takes 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.

A professional, a 60-year-old human brewer looked at the improved refining furnace with glowing eyes, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's great, magic refining furnace, I have never dared to expect it in my life. , too expensive, you prodigals... big nobles."

Duroken heard it, glanced at him sideways, and tapped the golden rod on his head, and all the hair fell out of his head, and the human brewer became a bald brewer.

Indeed, not many people know how to use magic stoves to make wine. If a stove is used until it is rotten, all the wine produced will be sold, and it may not be possible to earn back the money of a stove.

But Ange didn't care, he even made the core disintegration rod with world branches, which was so extravagant that Duroken wanted to hit people. Of course, seeing the world branches piled up in the space, Duroken gradually got used to it. extravagant behavior.

Twenty furnaces were lined up in a row, and Ange used the ring of scales to weigh all the materials put in to ensure that the materials added to each furnace were consistent.

Each oak barrel is wiped with a purification technique to ensure that each barrel is clean.

Then there is the control group.

The halo of quick death may be the magical skill that all winemakers dream of. It condenses all the changes in a very short time, and the ingredients are put into storage in the morning, and the wine can be released in the afternoon.

Ange uses wheat, rice, beetroot, dream grass, moon grass, seaweed rice, fruit of life, world tree honeydew, potato, etc. as materials, and uses moon spring water, holy water, well water, and fresh sea water respectively.

Supplemented with Yuequan wine, dwarf spirits, and the koji of several human wines, cross-matching, and repeated comparisons.

There are hundreds of combinations of these elements, and each time there are twenty furnaces, three times a day, it is only a matter of ten days.

It took Ange several months to find 10,000 grass plants to cultivate salty rice. This amount of work is too small.

"This dreamy algae rice wine is delicious, not too strong, and has a sweet taste, like fruit juice, suitable for people with low alcohol tolerance."

Luther was holding the wine glass, shaking the light red wine inside, and said pretendingly.

Zi Ke used the small liter oak barrel as a cup, took a big gulp, and said, "I like this kind of moon grass ale. It will bubble. When you swallow it down, the bubbles will burst in your mouth, and your mouth will be full. wheat fragrance."

The big witch drank the rice and honey dew wine, didn't say anything, just stared into the distance, humming an unknown tune, making people feel like they were in the uncultivated wilderness, and there was a shadow leopard howling in the distant night sky .

A group of dwarf drunkards were holding cups, spooning a cup in this bucket and scooping a cup in that bucket, one took a sip, his eyes glowed, and the other took a sip, his eyes glowed.

Don't expect them to say good or bad, there's no time.

Lightning probed his head, picking out the wine glasses that the dwarves scooped out but didn't have time to drink. He stretched out his tongue to lick. When he licked something that was too strong, he spit quickly. When he licked something delicious, he immediately opened his mouth and bit the wine glass, and then shouldered the dwarf. Squeeze aside and grab the wine glass.

The dwarf on the alcohol turned around angrily, but when he saw that it was Mr. Lightning, he immediately held back his breath.

The sky is not afraid of the sky, but the dwarves who have no wine. In the past few days, the word "fear of lightning" has been added after "no wine". There has never been anything that can kill them like lightning.

Lightning doesn't fight if it can fight, and dwarves don't quarrel if they can fight, but they can't fight. They can only be blocked by Lightning. From dawn to dusk, their heads grow big. Since then, the dwarves have seen Lightning is afraid.

Seeing everyone's performance, Ange felt that making wine by himself should be considered a success.

"It's too successful. After drinking this wine, what should I do if I can't drink it anymore?" said the dwarf Bronzebeard.

Negris asked: "If you were the king of the dwarves, which wine would you like to drink the most?"

Bronze Beard hurriedly said: "I like all of them."

"Have a favorite?" Negris asked.

Bronzebeard rolled his eyes for a while, and then reluctantly said: "I have to pick one, the beetroot bar, it's weird, it feels full of strength when you drink it, it would be better if it was stronger."

Hearing this, Ange took a bottle of beetroot wine, applied the freckle removal technique to it, and removed the water inside as impurities.

In the blink of an eye, the portion of the drink was reduced by one-third.

Bronze Beard took a sip, his eyeballs turned red suddenly, but he held back and said, "Be more intense."

Ange is drunk again, and the amount of wine is reduced by one third.

Bronzebeard took a small sip, took a deep breath, took a big gulp, and then burped, his whole body swelled up.

"I'm crazy! Ahhhh!" Bronze Beard's figure has grown a lot, and his height has risen to 1.6 meters. Tiny electric lights flashed.

Negris was dumbfounded: "Awakening of the blood? Dwarf madness? Possession of God of War?"

Duroken shook his head: "It didn't reach the possession of the God of War, it only reached the step of berserk."

According to legend, the dwarves also have the blood of the Thunder Titan. Of course, the Thunder Titan firmly refused to admit it. How could they have such a short blood?

But after the dwarf's blood is awakened, his height will jump up and he will become a big man over 1.6 meters. He can also awaken the madness ability, and finally he can be possessed by the god of war.

At the stage of God of War possession, the dwarves can control the power of thunder, and throw Thor's hammer with a flick of their hands, smashing the enemy like hell. The posture is similar to that of a thunder titan throwing a javelin.

This is why it is said that they have the blood of the Thunder Titan.

"Ah, I'm so hot, come and fight with me." Bronzebeard spun around impatiently, staring around with red eyes.

However, he was obviously still sane. Although he was irritable, he didn't lose control, and he didn't dare to stare at An Ge.

"Aww!" The little angel rushed up holding the Holy Light Gloves.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

Unable to test its strength like this, Ange jumped over and lifted it by the neck, pulling it back.

The little angel punched and kicked wildly, unconvinced: "Aww!"

The little zombie immediately stood up and patted his chest: "Oh!"

The two little guys fought into a ball.

Luther stood up and used 50% of his strength to fight with Bronzebeard for half an hour until the berserker effect on Bronzebeard disappeared.

"Okay, that's fine. An ordinary dwarf can be mad enough to tie with a high-level sword master with 50% strength after a sip. I don't believe that dwarves are not interested in this kind of wine." Duroken said.

Negris also nodded, is this already wine? For dwarves, this is a maddening potion, a strength multiplier.

Turning around, I wanted to say that I would make this kind of wine, but I saw Ange took out a bottle of wine and was adding something to it.

"What else do you add?" Negris asked puzzled.

Ange spread out his palm for him to see, and there was an upgrade bean in his palm.

"Pfft, you still add this thing? They will explode, right?" Such a powerful beetroot wine, but also add upgraded beans to it? At the beginning, Luthor relied on this kind of beans to abruptly rise from the elementary level to the advanced level.

Ange crushed it, shook it well, sealed it, and tapped it with his finger. It was equivalent to choosing a dwarf who was about the same level as Bronzebeard after a year of hiding in the kiln and letting him drink it.

The dwarf went berserk, moved around for a while, and burst his blood vessels because he couldn't bear the alcohol, and almost died. If it wasn't for Ange, he would definitely have died.

"Look, no way, the alcohol is too strong, let's use the old one." Negris said.

"No." Duroken had a different opinion: "Both brewed, less beetroot wine, this is the least, ordinary dwarves can't bear this kind of wine, can't the dwarf king also bear it?"

"Ah? Not good? What if you can't bear it? The dwarf king will drink our wine and die, and the dwarves will go crazy." Negris said in a difficult way.

Duroken shook his head: "If the dwarves are the kind of dwarves I knew before, then as long as you drink beetroot wine and know that there is an enhanced version with stronger alcohol, you must try it. Come on, we just need to get rid of the relationship."

If drunkards knew that there was a stronger wine, even if they knew it was poisonous, they would not be able to resist taking a sip, otherwise there would be no dwarves stealing bloodthirsty potions to drink.

Anthony very much agreed with Duroken's statement, and was also very satisfied with the effect of beetroot wine: "With so many kinds of wine, I don't believe that the dwarves will not borrow their war chess to see if there will be no loss of meat."

Copper Hammer was still very surprised when he received the visit request from His Majesty Anthony and 'Ascetic Monk Ann'. Although he sent 20,000 tons of grain to show his favor not long ago, Anthony dared to come to his territory, which is too trusting. him?

Copper Hammer is the contemporary king of dwarves, and he calls himself the Thunder God of War, but in fact he knows what's going on, and the dwarves no longer have gods.

The dwarves used to have two gods, the god of war and the god of forging. Unfortunately, they all disappeared suddenly a thousand years ago. He now calls himself the dwarf god of war, but he just punched his face to make himself fat.

Anthony not only came to visit in person, but also sent several carts of fine wine.

"This is Dream Algae Rice Wine, this is Moon Grass Ale, this is Rice Honeydew Wine, this is Beetroot Wine, be careful, I hope Your Majesty will not dislike you." Anthony introduced: "This kind of beetroot is especially suitable for your descendants of the God of War. , it can stimulate madness and double your strength."

Tong Hammer looked at so many kinds of wine with bright eyes, and asked patiently: "Master Anthony, you are too polite, just say what you want, we dwarves can do it, and we will never shirk it."

The dwarves are just straightforward, not stupid, and the dignified pope came to give gifts in person, so it's impossible to just sit and sit, right? Talk about something, finish drinking.

"Uh, you can drink first and then talk." The attitude of Tonghammer disrupted Anthony's rhythm a bit.

"No, drink after talking, if you can't do it, you take it away." Tong Hammer said heartbroken.

Anthony knew what the copper hammer was worried about, probably because he was worried about drinking, but Anthony proposed something that they couldn't do, and the wine would not be able to spit out by then.

"It's not a difficult thing, I just want to take a look at your God of War chessboard." Anthony said helplessly.

The dwarves are more stubborn, and it is not easy to change the decision. If I knew it earlier, I should not come to visit directly. Let the caravan bring the wine to sell first, so that the dwarves can taste the good wine first.

I haven’t tasted it now, and it’s no burden to refuse it. It’s a mistake. I’m in a hurry. It’s a mistake.

When Tong Hammer heard this request, he said with a strange expression: "No problem, but I want to watch it together."

It is a reasonable request to watch together, but why does Tong Hammer have such a weird face?

After the copper hammer divided the wine and drank it, at least he couldn't spit it out before taking everyone to the war chess ruins.

Then Anthony understood why the copper hammer had a weird expression: "Changbada! You can't activate the war chess relics?"

"Yes, if you can activate it, just watch it casually and let me watch it too. I haven't watched the replay of God War."

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