Chapter 328

Passing through the teleportation array of Luolan City, Ang and his party returned to the City of Beauty the next day. On the way, he had already conveniently brewed a batch of beetroot wine and took it out for those dwarven 'wine tasters' to taste.

The dwarven wine tasters took a sip, immediately frowned, and then, still frowning, drank all the wine.

Seeing this scene, everyone frowned.

Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si flew over with a flutter and asked: "How is it? Does the wine taste good?"

The dwarves were tipsy, pointed at Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si, and laughed: "Hehe, little fat dragon, catch it and roast it to eat..."

"Lightning!" Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si called out behind him.

Lightning, who was being rubbed on the head by Zi Hai and was wearing a forced smile, hurriedly ran over and gave the dwarf a powerful electric shock. The tipsy dwarf instantly sobered up.

"How is the wine? Does it taste good?" Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si asked with a smile.

The dwarf shook his head obediently.

"Then why did you drink it all?" Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si asked, puzzled.

The dwarf hurriedly said: "That's wine, how can it be wasted? Even if it's sour, it must be drunk, otherwise it's disrespectful to the God of Wine." After speaking, he licked his lips.

Looking at him, it wasn't about respect at all; he was just craving wine.

Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si shook his head in disappointment: "Useless, sigh, let them go."

Wine tasting, wine tasting—if there is no pursuit of the quality of wine, and even sour wine can be drunk up, how can one distinguish good from bad? These dwarves were not qualified wine tasters.

Before he had flown two steps after turning around, he felt his thigh being hugged. The bearded dwarf squeezed out a 'kind and friendly' smile, almost scaring Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si:

"Lord, don't dismiss us, at most we will drink less. We are all dwarven warriors, strong, brave, invincible. Take us in, we will absolutely not let you down."

"Huh? I said let you go, return your free status, what kind of mess is this."

"No, no, no, we don't want freedom, we want wine. Give us wine, we are the bravest dwarven warriors, invincible." The dwarf flexed his biceps and patted his chest to show his strength.

I give up. In order not to be dismissed, the dwarves hugged Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si's thigh tightly, almost breaking it. In the end, they had to take them in with the treatment of ten jin of wine per month, plus room and board.

A long time later, the leader, Copper Beard, revealed why he would rather hug a thigh than leave: because the wine brewed by Lord Ang was strong enough. Although it didn't taste good, it was potent and knocked them all down.

Under normal circumstances, the strongest human wine required five jin per person to get them drunk.

However, they only drank that terrible-tasting wine once. The second time, the taste of the wine was normal. The third time, it was already very good. The fourth time, it was so good that they couldn't think of adjectives.

Of course, the potency was still the same, especially that aged beetroot wine. Every time they drank it, it filled the dwarves with power, and their strength directly improved by a level, just like Lu Se gnawing on beetroots.

"This is the human wine-brewing furnace?" Du Luo Ken circled the furnace a few times, and after understanding the function of each component, he picked up the gold-touch rod and materials and started tapping on it.

The rough became exquisite, the clumsy became light, the cumbersome became concise. In no time, the furnace was brand new.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Du Luo Ken asked humbly. After all, it was a functional piece of equipment. He could improve it, but whether the improvement was reasonable depended on the opinions of professionals.

A professional, a sixty-year-old human brewer, looked at the improved furnace with glowing eyes and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, too okay. A magic wine-brewing furnace, I never dared to hope for one in my life. Too expensive, you spendthrift... great nobles."

Du Luo Ken heard this, glanced at him sideways, tapped the gold-touch rod on his head, and a whole head of hair fell off. The human brewer became a bald brewer.

Indeed, not many people would use a magic furnace to brew wine. A furnace used until it broke, and all the wine brewed sold, might not necessarily earn back the cost of the furnace.

But Ang didn't care. Even the decomposition rod at the core was made of World Tree branches, so luxurious that Du Luo Ken wanted to hit someone. Of course, looking at the World Tree branches filling the space, Du Luo Ken also slowly got used to this luxurious behavior.

Twenty furnaces were lined up. Ang used the Ring of Balance to weigh all the materials put in, ensuring that the ingredients added to each furnace were consistent.

Each oak barrel was wiped with a purification spell to ensure that every barrel was clean.

Then there was the control group.

The Instant Death Aura might be the divine skill that all brewers dream of. It condensed all the change processes into a very short time. Ingredients were added and sealed in the morning, and wine could be produced in the afternoon.

Ang used wheat, rice, beetroot, dream grass, moon grass, seaweed rice, life fruit, World Tree nectar, sweet potato, etc., as materials, and used moon spring water, holy water, well water, and light seawater, respectively.

Then supplemented with moon spring wine, dwarven spirits, and several types of human wine starters, cross-matched and repeatedly compared.

There were hundreds of combinations of these elements. Twenty furnaces each time, three times a day—it was only a matter of ten days or so.

Ang once spent several months searching for ten thousand grass plants before cultivating the saltwater rice. This workload was too small a matter.

"This dream algae rice wine tastes very good, not very pungent, and has a kind of sweetness, like fruit juice, suitable for people with low alcohol tolerance."

Lu Se held the wine glass, shook the pale red wine inside, and said pretentiously.

Zi Hai used the small liter-sized oak wine barrel as a cup, took a big gulp, and laughed: "I like this moon grass wheat wine, it bubbles. One gulp, and the bubbles burst in the mouth, full of wheat fragrance."

The Great Witch drank the rice nectar wine, said nothing, just stared blankly into the distance, humming an unknown tune, making people feel as if they were in a vast wilderness, with a shadow leopard chirping in the night sky in the distance.

A pile of dwarven drunkards held cups, their eyes glowing as they scooped a cup from this barrel, a cup from that barrel, took a sip of this, eyes glowing, took a sip of that, eyes glowing.

Don't expect them to say what's good or bad; no time.

Lightning poked around, specifically picking those wine cups that the dwarves had scooped out but hadn't had time to drink, stretched out its tongue to lick. If it licked something too strong, it hurriedly spat out saliva; if it licked something good, it immediately opened its mouth to bite the wine cup, then used its shoulder to squeeze the dwarf aside and snatched the wine cup.

The tipsy dwarves turned their heads angrily, but seeing it was Lord Lightning, they immediately held back their anger.

Dwarves who fear nothing but not having wine to drink had added 'fear Lightning' after 'not having wine to drink' in the past few days. Never had anything been able to keep them in check like Lightning.

Lightning would rather argue than fight, and dwarves would rather fight than argue, but they couldn't win the fight, so they could only be blocked and scolded by Lightning, scolded from dawn to dusk, until their heads grew big. Since then, the dwarves feared Lightning whenever they saw it.

Looking at everyone's performance, Ang felt that his wine brewing should be considered a success.

"Too successful. After drinking this wine, what should we do if we can't drink it again in the future?" Dwarf Copper Beard said.

Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si asked: "If you were the Dwarf King, which wine would you like to drink the most?"

Copper Beard said hurriedly: "Like them all, like them all."

"Is there one you like the most?" Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si asked.

Copper Beard rolled his eyes for a long time before saying reluctantly: "If I have to pick one, then the beetroot wine. It's weird, drinking it makes me feel full of power. It would be even better if it were stronger."

Ang heard this, took a bottle of beetroot wine, cast a spot-removal spell on it, and removed the water inside as an impurity.

In the blink of an eye, the volume of the wine was reduced by one-third.

Copper Beard took a small sip, his eyes suddenly turned red, but he endured it and said: "A bit stronger."

Ang cast the spell again, and the amount of wine was reduced by another third.

Copper Beard took a small sip, took a deep breath, took a big gulp, and then let out a big wine burp, and his whole body expanded.

"I've gone berserk! Ah ah ah!" Copper Beard's body size grew a large circle, his height rose to 1.6 meters, his skin petrified, his beard and hair stood on end, his eyes were red, and between breaths, tiny electric sparks flashed at the tip of his nose.

Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si was dumbfounded: "Bloodline awakening? Dwarven berserk? War God possession?"

Du Luo Ken shook his head: "Not War God possession, only to the berserk stage."

Legend has it that dwarves also possess the bloodline of the Thunder Titans. Of course, the Thunder Titans firmly deny it—how could they possibly have such a short bloodline?

But after the dwarven bloodline awakens, their height will shoot up, becoming a big guy over 1.6 meters. Further progress can awaken the berserk ability, and finally, they can be possessed by the War God.

At the stage of War God possession, dwarves can control the power of thunder, throw the Thor's Hammer, and smash enemies into chaos. That posture is similar to Thunder Titans throwing javelins.

This is also why legend says they have the bloodline of Thunder Titans.

"Ah ah ah, I'm so hot, come and fight me." Copper Beard turned around in place irritably, glaring around with red eyes.

However, he clearly still had his sanity. Although irritable, he was not out of control, and his eyes didn't dare to glare at Ang.

"Ao ao!" The little angel raised the holy light gauntlet and rushed up.

Bang bang bang bang bang, the outcome was hard to tell. Copper Beard roared repeatedly, because the little angel wouldn't feel pain, but he would.

This couldn't test his strength, so Ang jumped over, grabbed his neck, and pulled him back.

The little angel waved its fists and feet, unconvinced: "Ao ao!"

The little zombie immediately stood out and patted his chest: "Ao!"

The two little guys fought into a ball.

Lu Se stood out and used fifty percent of his strength to fight Copper Beard, fighting for a full half hour until the berserk effect on Copper Beard disappeared.

"Okay, that's it. An ordinary dwarf drinks one sip and can go berserk to a draw with a High-Rank Sword Saint at fifty percent strength. I don't believe dwarves won't be interested in this kind of wine," Du Luo Ken said.

Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si also nodded. This was no longer wine; to dwarves, this was a berserk potion, a strength multiplier.

Turning his head to say he would brew this kind of wine, he saw Ang take out a bottle of wine and was adding something to it.

"What else are you adding?" Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si asked, puzzled.

Ang spread his palm to let it see—an upgrade bean in the palm.

"Pfft, you're adding this to it? They'll explode, right?" Beetroot wine with such strong potency, and adding upgrade beans? Lu Se was the one who relied on these beans to force his way from Low Rank to Gao Jie.

Ang crushed it, shook it evenly, sealed it, and tapped his finger on it, equivalent to kiln-aging for a year, before picking a dwarf with about the same level as Copper Beard and letting him drink it.

The dwarf went berserk, moved around for a while, and actually burst his blood vessels because he couldn't bear the potency of the wine, almost dying. If it weren't for Ang, he would definitely have died.

"Look, it doesn't work, the wine is too strong, let's use the previous one," Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si said.

"No." Du Luo Ken had a different opinion: "Brew them all. Less beetroot wine, this one the least. Ordinary dwarves can't bear this potency, but can't the Dwarf King bear it?"

"Huh? That's not good, right? What if he can't bear it? If the Dwarf King dies drinking our wine, the dwarves will go crazy," Na Nai Nai Nai Ge Li Si said in a difficult position.

Du Luo Ken shook his head: "If the dwarves are the kind of dwarves I knew before, then, after drinking beetroot wine and knowing there is a stronger version, they will definitely want to try it. You couldn't stop them even if you tried. We just need to clear our relationship."

If a drunkard knows there is stronger wine, even if they know it's poisonous, they won't be able to resist trying a sip. Otherwise, there wouldn't be dwarves stealing blood-sucking potions to drink.

Anthony strongly agreed with Du Luo Ken's statement and was also very satisfied with the effect of the beetroot wine: "With so many kinds of wine, I don't believe the dwarves won't be willing to lend their war chess. Looking at it won't make them lose a piece of meat."

Receiving the visit request from His Majesty Anthony and 'Ascetic Ang', Copper Hammer was still very surprised. Although he had sent twenty thousand tons of grain to show goodwill not long ago, Anthony actually dared to come to his territory. This was too trusting of him, right?

Copper Hammer was the contemporary Dwarf King, calling himself the Thunder War God, but in reality, he knew the situation himself—the dwarves no longer had gods.

The dwarves once had two gods, the War God and the God of Forging. Unfortunately, they suddenly disappeared a thousand years ago. He now called himself the Dwarf War God, but it was just a case of puffing up his face to look fat.

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

"This is dream algae rice wine, this is moon grass wheat wine, this is rice nectar wine, this is beetroot wine. A small token, I hope Your Majesty won't mind," Anthony introduced: "This beetroot is especially suitable for descendants of your War God. It can stimulate berserk and double your strength."

Copper Hammer looked at so many varieties of wine with glowing eyes and forced himself to endure and ask: "Lord Anthony, you are too polite. If you have any requests, just say them. If we dwarves can do it, we will absolutely not shirk."

Dwarves are just straightforward, not stupid. A dignified acting Pope came to give gifts in person; it couldn't just be to sit around, right? Say it straight, then drink.

"Uh, can we drink first and then talk?" Copper Hammer's attitude disrupted Anthony's rhythm.

"No, talk first and then drink. If we can't do it, you take it away," Copper Hammer said with heartache.

Anthony knew what Copper Hammer was worried about. He was probably worried that after drinking the wine, Anthony would propose things they couldn't do, and then the wine couldn't be vomited out.

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

Dwarves are relatively one-track-minded; once they decide something, it's not easy to change. If he had known, he shouldn't have come to visit directly. He should have let the caravan transport the wine over to sell first, letting the dwarves taste these good wines first.

Now that they hadn't even tasted it, refusing was effortless. Miscalculation, too rushed, miscalculation.

Hearing this request, Copper Hammer said with a strange expression: "No problem, but I want to watch it together."

Watching together is a reasonable request, but why was Copper Hammer's expression so strange?

After Copper Hammer distributed the wine and had a meal, at least it couldn't be vomited out, he took everyone to the war chess ruins.

Then Anthony understood why Copper Hammer's expression was strange: "Ku Ba Da! You can't even start the war chess ruins?"

"Right, if you can start it, watch it as you please. Let me watch it together too. I have never seen a replay of the God War."