Chapter 526 79. Drunk a dwarf and take him to a hotel…

   Chapter 526 79. Drunk a dwarf and take him to the hotel [710]

   “Wow, I found you, Dai Lin! As I expected, the old man was hiding in his old lover’s house.”

  In a dark alley in Dalaran, Black, who was hiding in the corner, held a small crystal ball in a wretched posture, and a picture from Fenna’s perspective appeared on it.

   Apparently, the ring that the pirates handed to Fenna had a little bit of “innocuous” “little magic” left by him.

   Dean Lanyue, who was in charge of unbinding the magic, also understood and did not destroy it. Blake stared at the picture on the crystal ball, watching Fenna attack again and again, but was resolved by Dai Lin with various techniques.

   He rubbed his chin and said in a strange tone:

   “Old man, do you know that you are like a fitness trainer who is trying to sell classes. You can’t wait to show all your warrior skills, and you have to develop Fenna into your own ‘customer’, right?

  It’s really hard to come up with this solution for you, and keep Fenna by your side.

   Ah, the dignified king, he is really humble.

  If you are in this state, if I suddenly appear, in order to keep me, will you still give your fleet hands?

  Tsk tsk, what a pitiful empty nester. ”

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

   Judging from the current situation, Fina’s appearance can at least hold Dai Lin for a long time, which makes Blake no longer have to worry about breaking into a tavern and having an unexpected meeting with Dai Lin.

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

  The pirates jumped into the shadows, shuttled quickly through the streets of Dalaran, and soon came to a weapon shop called “Magic Weapons” on the edge of the magic shopping street.

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

  These muscle sticks maintain an ancient tradition of solidarity, but wherever they are in the city, there will always be a unique area of ​​dwarven culture.

   They also don’t like going to human taverns, not because of complex reasons such as discrimination, but simply because the wine that dislikes human beings is not strong enough.

   They claim that it’s for girls, 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 attracts those who are truly outspoken alcoholics. Ordinary alcoholics can’t even complete the entry-level assessment.

   There are even reckless tryers who were fooled by the dwarf’s spirits and burned their brains. They kept saying that they saw a pink elephant, and they also tried to catch a strange thing called a little flying rabbit with antlers.

   The dwarves of the Brew Club have a wine called “Dragon P.I.E”.

   You can tell from the name, this wine can only be drunk by the most generous dwarf alcoholics and dragons. Compared to it, the Dark Iron spirits that the Dark Iron Dwarves are said to have brewed from lava are not worth mentioning.

  The pirate pushed open the door of the bar in the dwarf gathering area, bent over and got in.

   There was a liquor party going on inside, and a large group of dwarves shouted loud words, cheering, and gulping down the dwarven liquor that was just made from the barrel.

   There are also short guys who drink too much and talk nonsense with their barrels in their arms.

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

   However, he quickly resisted the urge to drink alcohol in his heart, and instead of rushing to join the ranks of alcoholics, he began to find his own goal in this noisy dwarf bar.

   Soon, he found it.

   “Hey, do you remember me?”

  Black walked to the bar, picked up a drinking muscle stick and threw it on the ground, and sat himself on the chair designed for dwarves.

   This hellish height!

   He had to curl his legs to sit on it.

   reached out and patted the shoulder of the dwarf next to him who was drinking a large glass of mead with a headache.

   This dwarf was wearing a hood and dressed mysteriously, but he had a very beautifully repaired golden beard, braided, and at the bottom there were two large, two small, three simple gold rings.

   There are many dwarves with beautiful beards, who regard beards as a status symbol, but there are very few dwarves with such pure beards.

   This is a Bronzebeard royal family!

   When the pirate’s hand was on the shoulder of the dwarf who was drinking recklessly, the dwarf warrior who had thrown his head up and killed a large glass of mead clasped his wrist at lightning speed.

   “Don’t touch me, man. Whatever you have, wait until tomorrow, I’m a drink and a party tonight.”

  Muradin Bronzebeard burped with alcohol on his face. He threw Black’s hand away, smashed the wine glass in his hand the size of his head on the bar, and shouted in Dwarven language:

   “One more cup, no! Ten more cups!”

   “Well, that’s a pity, I also wanted to find an old friend to share this jug of wine.”

  Blake took out a bottle of elf-style wine from his bag specially for wine, put it in his hand and stroked it like a baby, he said:

   “I found this in the ruins of Sandara in Northrend.

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

   Its name is no longer known, I call it ‘Azshara’s Slutty Kiss’.

   I hope the elves don’t beat me up for that name. ”

“Uh?”

   The dwarf prince, who was still very tugged just now, will now stare at the bottle of amber arcing in Black’s hand under the dim light.

  Muradin was not good at archaeology, but he could tell that the bottle was a true Highborne.

   The only benefit of having a younger brother of a master archaeologist is probably here. Hearing Brian nagging about those hellish things every day, Muradin is also half an expert.

  As the pirate shook the wine in the bottle gently, the dwarf’s eyes swung up and down with it, and his throat made an obvious swallowing motion.

   After a few seconds, the legendary warrior said with a “surprise” expression:

   “Yeah, isn’t this my old friend Blake? The last time I heard from you was the last time, uh, I mean, you’ve been quiet since the war.

   I heard a crazy rumor some time ago that you ran off to the high seas and became a pirate? ”

   “Don’t listen to their nonsense, I am now a qualified spellcaster.”

  Black grinned when Muradin recognized him, and shoved the bottle of “Azshara’s Debauchery Kiss” into the dwarf’s hand.

   This greeting gift was so wonderful that the dwarf grinned and patted the bar and said:

   “Come, come, and give my friend Blake a glass of wine too, in the biggest glass!”

   “No, I have business with you this time.”

   “Do you know the rules?

   It is a tradition to drink a round of wine before talking to a dwarf, and to pay for it 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 go. ”

   “Why haven’t I heard of this tradition?”

  The pirate was embarrassed.

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

   “Drink as much as you want. Divide them into a point, we are half of each, whoever drinks them all down first will win. If I win, you have to do me a favor.”

   “Are you serious?”

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

   “So many dwarf drunkards here, you’ll be drunk to death.”

   “That’s my risk.”

  Blake curled his lips and said something, stretched out his hand towards Muradin, and provocatively said:

   “Go back to Ironforge if I’m cowardly, so I can proudly claim that I’ve ‘won’ Muradin Bronzebeard.”

   “Shhhhh! You big mouth!”

  Muradin hurriedly raised his stubby fingers and made a silent gesture. He pointed to his hood and said:

   “Did you not see that I made a disguise? I am now the temporary guard of Marshal Lothar, and running out to drink is a ‘secret operation’, don’t make a big deal about it.”

   “Come on, who can you deceive with your iconic beard? Pretend, stealth, your posturing is an insult to the word.”

  The pirate patted the table and laughed:

   “If all the assassins in the world were as ‘good at disguise’ as you are, Ravenholdt would be over by now. Look how hard your compatriots endure, and play this ‘dress game’ with you.

  Is it hard to find a mage to cast a Temporary Transfiguration spell on you?

   Hurry up, don’t waste your time.

  I’m still busy. ”

   “Drink and drink! Start now!”

  Muradin put away his wine gift, started the challenge with his big wine glass, and gave the pirate a provocative look. Blake shrugged and walked towards the drunkards with two glasses of wine.

   With the talent of “Drinker”, he will not lose.

   The only thing limiting how much wine a pirate can drink is his bladder capacity. And looking at the stature of the dwarves, we know that pirates also have an advantage in one aspect.

  Two hours later, Black, who was seven-point drunk, helped Muradin, who was shaking as he walked, to leave the messy dwarf tavern.

  The legendary warrior muttered as he walked:

   “You are a good friend! Blake, I admit that I underestimated you, your stomach is like a dragon, and your boozing attitude has conquered 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, and you won’t be able to win.

   I will not admit that I lost!

   Next time you’re in Ironforge, we’ll do it again, right at the Thunderbrew Brewery, and I’m calling upon the entire Khaz Modan alcoholic as our guests. Hiccup. ”

   He burped, pushed Blake away, rushed into the trash can next to him and started vomiting.

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

   After Muradin spit out all the wine in his stomach, he was taken into the second floor of the Magic Hotel by Black, where the pirates opened a private room in advance.

   Certainly not to do bad things.

“boom”

   A quaint box decorated with the symbol of the watchman was thrown out by the pirates and was smashed in front of the dizzy Muradin.

   He bent down and opened the box, revealing the unquenched Luna Blessed Battle Armor, and made a “please” gesture to the legendary warrior beside him who rubbed his eyes violently:

   “That’s what I’m asking you to do.”

   Muradin was lying on the silver-gray armor at this moment, and he stretched out his hand and stroked the weird metal armor in front of him, as if he was 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 armor! There is still an inexplicable power flowing on it, which is a shocking feeling.

   But the style of this armor seems to be from the elves, and it is a set of women’s armor. Where did you get it? ”

   “Don’t ask that.”

   Black folded his arms and said:

   “I just want to know, can a master blacksmith like you modify it to fit my size?”

   “It hasn’t been quenched yet, it can theoretically be modified.”

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

   “But not a big change. It’s a design I’ve never seen before, and rash changes would ruin it. Also, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve checked it out 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 magical armor is not just to improve the protection strength, it is more like a ritual, which perfectly combines the divine power in the armor with the armor itself.

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

   Or ask the same source of divine power to slowly polish it with time until it is completely integrated with the divine power. Ironforge’s furnace does not have this effect. ”

   “I’ll think of a way to quench it.”

  Black waved his fingers and said to the dwarf:

   “I just need you to help me modify its shape. I know it’s hard work, but there are only a few blacksmiths in Azeroth that can handle it. I don’t want to risk finding someone with poor craftsmanship.”

   “Well, this is a great saying, professional work should be left to professional people.”

   Muradin gave a thumbs up.

   This 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 tape measure and, in a very professional way, stood on a chair to measure Blake’s body.

   “That battle armor is for elves taller than you, so after the modification, there will definitely be more leftovers, about one-tenth of it.”

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

   He smiled generously and said:

   “We are friends who fought side by side, so I don’t ask you for a reward anymore.

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

   “Ha, you greedy dwarf!”

  Black raised his eyebrows under his helmet and said:

   “I treat you as a friend, but you want to take advantage of me. Do you know how much effort I spent to get this armor? I almost lost my life.

  You want to get rid of a part of it with a few words, but it’s not that easy. However, if you do me one more favor, it’s not non-negotiable. ”

  The pirate rubbed his fingers and said to Muradin:

   “After a while, you come to Tol Barad to help me make something, and I’ll allow you to take the leftovers. But as with this case, keep it secret!

   Do not tell anyone.

   Even your relatives can’t say it, especially your brother’s big mouth! I’m a big believer in the dwarves’ reputation as a mountain, but to prevent you from doing something stupid, I have to tell you something. ”

  Black sat on the bed next to him and said to Muradin, who was full of alcohol:

   “Brian Bronzebeard is sitting on one of my ships, excitedly 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 save my brother a lot of unnecessary troubles. ”

   “You threaten me, you bastard.”

  Muradin suddenly became unhappy, the dwarf clenched his fists with a beard and stared, intending to punch the smelly pirate, but Black spread his hands and said sincerely:

   “Trust me, I’m not threatening you, or you should have seen a finger from old Brian.

   Come on, Muradin, a legendary warrior like you who has lived for hundreds of years, it is impossible not to know Ravenholdt’s style of conduct. Compared with them, I am much more ‘kind’.

   This is just a constraint.

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

   And I paid you enough to satisfy you. Stop complaining, big blacksmith, get to work now, come, roll up your sleeves and work hard. ”

   (end of this chapter)