"Our Dwarf Clan was forced into a corner by him and could only survive at the edge of the Southern Heaven Realm."
Sword Emperor spoke of this sad history with tears and snot, as if he had personally experienced the destruction of the Dwarf Clan. Then, he added oil and vinegar to the story in the name of Blue Emperor. How the members of the Dwarf Clan fought back bravely, how they were defeated, how they escaped from the north to the south, and could only survive in the harsh environment near the Chaos Region.
Currently, there were not many members of the Dwarf Clan left, and he had survived with the help of a few friends. Because Sword Emperor was currently 1.3 meters tall, he could pretend to be a short human warrior. With Du Feng and Fu Xi's cover, he could barely move around in the Heaven Realm.
"Thank you, benefactors, for protecting the flame of our Dwarf Clan."
After the Dwarf Village Chief heard this, he quickly bowed to Du Feng and Fu Xi to express his gratitude. Fu Xi was a bit embarrassed, because these touching stories were actually made up by Sword Emperor and did not exist at all.
"This is what we should do, we will not hesitate to do anything for our friends."
Du Feng was not as thin-skinned as Fu Xi. He accepted the Dwarf Village Chief's thanks without any politeness and drank a cup of wine. The cooperation between the Sword Emperor and Du Feng could be said to be flawless. They had fooled the Dwarf Village Chief into a daze.
"Ai, that's not right. I remember the book said that our Dwarf Clan developed in the Eastern Heaven Realm. Why did we go from the Northern Heaven Realm to the Southern Heaven Realm? "
The Dwarf Village Chief drank a cup of wine and suddenly remembered. He had read in the Dwarf Clan's history books that the Dwarf Clan developed well in the Eastern Heaven Realm.
Uh … The Dwarf Village Chief suddenly pointed out the loophole in the story, causing Fu Xi to become nervous. If his identity was exposed, how awkward would that be?
"Ah, so our Dwarf Tribe once had such a glorious history. That hateful Blue Emperor, he actually did things so decisively. "
The Sword Emperor stood up and smashed the wine cup on the ground with a bang, looking like he was filled with righteous indignation.
"That's true. You're still young. Perhaps by the time you appeared, our Dwarf Tribe had already declined."
The Dwarf Village Chief thought about it. The history of the Dwarf Tribe's prosperity in the Eastern Heaven Realm was too long ago. Or perhaps they were forced to go to the Northern Heaven Realm because they could no longer survive in the Eastern Heaven Realm. In the end, he encountered Blue Emperor in the Northern Heaven Realm, and the situation became even worse. He could only retreat to the edge of the Southern Heaven Realm.
One had to know that the border of the Southern Heaven Realm intersected with the Dragon Realm. In the middle, there was a chaotic land. Not even a blade of grass grew there, and dust floated everywhere. The environment was abnormally harsh. Thinking of this, the dwarf village chief could not help but shed tears.
This … Fu Xi was really embarrassed. Because the Sword Emperor and Du Feng were too vicious, they had actually tricked the Dwarf Village Chief into crying. The Dwarf Tribe might have really been destroyed, and it might have been Blue Emperor who did it. However, it definitely wasn't like what the Sword Emperor had said, as he had just made up this story.
"Come, Lord Village Chief, let me toast you."
Du Feng saw that it was about time. He couldn't let the Sword Emperor continue tricking him. As the saying goes, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make. So he took the initiative to raise his wine cup and toast the Dwarf Village Chief.
"Don't call me Lord Village Chief, just call me Wang Qiang!"
The Dwarf Village Chief was also very touched by their tricking. He even said his name. Usually, the Dwarves never told outsiders their real names, not even their surnames.
"That's right, brother, what's your name?"
The Dwarf Village Chief had already treated the Sword Emperor as his brother, so he also asked for his name.
"Oh, my surname is Jia, and my name is Jia Liang!"
The Sword Emperor casually replied. When he spoke, his face did not turn red, and his heart did not jump. It didn't seem like he was saying a fake name at all.
"Alright, one toast to Wang Qiang, one toast to Jia Liang. Let us toast to the future of the Dwarf Tribe."
Du Feng hurriedly added. Then, he tricked everyone into drinking together. Fu Xi also drank a cup. Although it was a little strange, he felt that the words that Du Feng said were quite familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"Come, Brother Qiang, I, Jia Liang, toast you alone. We're in the same boat!"
The Sword Emperor pretended to be a survivor of the Dwarf Tribe. His life experience was even worse than the dwarves currently trapped in the Cloud Martial Mystic Realm. So he wasn't wrong to say that they were in the same boat.
"Good brother, I'll drink first!"
The Dwarf Village Chief finished speaking and gulped down another cup. Just like that, the Sword Emperor and Du Feng took turns to make him drink. By the time the barbecued meat was served, the Dwarf Village Chief was already dizzy from drinking.
Du Feng gave a look, and the few women serving everyone left first. He could already tell that the few human women were afraid of the Village Chief. Although the other villagers also stared at the human female martial artists lecherously, no one dared to approach them.
It had to be said that the Dwarf Village Chief's alcohol tolerance was really good. Although he was a little dizzy from the turns, he wasn't drunk yet. One had to know that Du Feng and the Sword Emperor's alcohol tolerance was not ordinary. The two of them together were not able to make the Village Chief drunk. However, there was one person who got drunk first. It was Fu Xi, who was known to be able to drink a lot.
Fu Xi cultivated a fire-attribute cultivation technique. In theory, his alcohol tolerance was quite high. However, the Dwarf Village's wine could not be dissolved using cultivation techniques. After drinking, he relied on his own alcohol tolerance to hold on. Even though he was more than two meters tall, he collapsed after drinking a few rounds with her.
By the time the barbecued meat was served, Fu Xi had already started snoring.
"Hahaha, your brother's alcohol tolerance is not good. It's useless to just have a big body."
The Dwarf Village Chief did not like tall martial artists. Of course, he was referring to male martial artists. This was because he liked tall female martial artists with good figures. Just now, when he was drinking, he kept staring at the waist of a tall female martial artist.
"Right, right, right. The bigger one is, the more you can't drink."
Du Feng hurriedly flattered him and pretended to be dizzy and about to fall. Because he was currently taller than the Sword Emperor, according to the Dwarf Village Chief's theory, the shorter one was, the more they could drink. Naturally, he had to make it seem like the Sword Emperor's alcohol tolerance was higher.
Actually, in the last few cups, it was Du Feng who drank the most. He was mainly afraid that the Sword Emperor would not be able to control her body after drinking too much. It would be troublesome if her five meter height was exposed. One had to know that the Dwarf Clan and the Giant Clan were enemies.
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