"Welcome! Welcome! Boys and girls. "He gestured for them to sit on the arranged chairs.
"You are very welcome. We were very worried that the greenskins would destroy our homeland. Ancestors above, even if they were labourers with low combat power, there were still too many of them! Fortunately, your arrival put an end to everything. We, the Wildhammer Dwarves, are very grateful. "
"Hello, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Duke Marcus, the current vice-commander of the alliance and the highest commander of this army." Duque patiently explained about the tribe, everything the orcs had done, and talked about the fate of Stormwind City.
Finally, Duque decisively used the moral integrity of a Medivh.
At this moment, Duque's body was covered in a holy radiance. It was a kind of affinity that was easily recognized.
"Kudran, will you and your tribesmen join our alliance?"
Kudran frowned and pulled at his beard. He once again took out the letter that Magni gave him.
The content that he had always felt was unreliable jumped out of the paper, mixed with Duque's explanation, and entered his imagination.
Just like today, a green tide flooded Khaz Modan.
The crude greenskins took control of the mines and plundered all the iron ores there.
The huge black iron warships carried the cannons of Kurtiras' fleet and proudly crossed the sea.
The green calamity engulfed the entire continent.
After all the information and what they saw with their own eyes, the truth of the matter made Kudran and the other Wildhammer Dwarves tremble.
"Indeed." Kudran let out a long sigh: "We, the Wildhammers, had a lot of conflicts with the Bronzebeard tribe. That was the reason for the terrible 'War of the Three Hammers'. This is also why we left Khaz Modan. But they are still our brothers, our tribesmen. "
When Kudran said this, Duque already felt that there was hope.
"These dirty greenskins, this damned tribe, first attacked our brothers and plundered their land and the ores that have been passed down for thousands of years. Yes, ores are the dwarves' wealth and lives. Now they came to attack us. It was all thanks to your timely reinforcements that we were able to escape the fate of having our home destroyed. " At this point, Kudran suddenly changed the topic: "That's right, I don't really like the timing of your support. But … "
"But?" Duque raised his eyebrows.
"But the threat these filthy creatures pose to the entire world is real, and you have indeed saved Eagle Nest Mountain." Kudran slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair: "Of course, we will join the alliance! We must work together to annihilate these Orcs until they become pitiful creatures that can no longer pose a threat to anyone! "
He stood up and extended his hand to Duque. "Without a doubt, you will receive Wildhammer's assistance."
Duque reached out his hand and quickly bared his teeth.
Damn it, this Kudran is so petty! Why did he use so much strength? His hand was almost crushed.
Kudran suddenly laughed evilly: "But the dwarves hate hypocrisy the most. There will definitely be Wildhammer's assistance, but how much more will depend on your ability. "
A certain Wildhammer King crooked his finger, and a group of short dwarves carried the wine that Duke had delivered and ran up to him, huffing and puffing.
Ten barrels of wine were lined up in a row.
Kudran slapped one of the barrels: "Come, don't play tricks. King against king, general against general. Every time we drink a glass, if you are drunk by me, I will give half of the Griffin Knights. If you have the ability to let me go, I will bring all the Griffin Knights with me! Of course, you have the right to refuse … "
At the end of the sentence, it was completely a threat.
A pain in the ass threat.
Duque subconsciously glanced at the corner of his eyes.
At this moment, the Stormwind General Star was shining brightly:
Gavinrad Doom, one of the Five Paladins of the first generation.
Reginald Windsor, who would later become a Marshal.
Tom Seamus, who died in the original history but would definitely be one of the first to become a Marshal after his resurrection.
Now, all the generals simultaneously … took a step back.
Their movements were neat as if they had practiced it countless times.
Damn! Even if they don't have the spirit of brotherhood, there should be a pattern, right?
Duque's eyeballs almost popped out.
Eh, there is still one who didn't retreat.
Before Duque's joy subsided, he immediately realized that the guy was Queen Sylvanas! Sylvanas raised his long golden eyebrows. His face clearly said: What does it have to do with me when you men compete in drinking?
"Master, you can celebrate in peace. I will be responsible for taking you back to the bedroom to ensure that you will not do anything that will violate the alliance's etiquette and Duke identity." The little maid Vanessa, who rushed over to follow the army this time, made a proper lady's bow.
But why are there dozens of coiled ropes hanging around your waist!?
Once I'm drunk, you will tie me up like a dumpling, right?
Oh, hell, are you the master or am I the master?
At this time, Kudran's image began to enlarge infinitely in Duque's vision. It was already bigger than the dwarf's [Avatar].
Hmm, that was definitely a Demon King's body size and pressure.
Kudran stood up, pulled out Duque's hand with a serious (lying) expression, held it, and stuffed it into a huge wooden barrel-shaped wine glass. It was filled with fragrant wine.
"As the King of Wildhammers, I represent the 50,000 compatriots of the Eagle Nest Mountain to thank you. Duque! To the friendship between dwarves and humans, cheers! "
He said a lot of words of thanks, but it actually meant only one thing — You damn brat, drink it!
He only said this sentence, but it was enough. The group of bastards behind him also raised their glasses, "To the alliance!"
Alliance my ass!
In order to please the dwarves, I poured alcohol into the sweet fruit wine that the dwarves like to drink!
Duque's face turned pale.
What does it mean to be caught in one's own trap?
If you don't seek death, why do I have to seek death for no reason!?
When Duque raised his glass with a bitter face, the Demon King of the Wine Table, Kudran, said, "I'll drink first, you take your time, but remember to be fair."
After that, Demon King Kudran drank at least 500 milliliters of the so-called fruit wine with at least 50% alcohol in three seconds, "Great! This is f * cking good wine! Hell, what I drank before was simply horse piss. "
Duque … was just a college student before he traveled to another world. He had never entered society, and he was not a table warrior who had experienced the test of alcohol. Although his body was not bad after traveling to another world, it was only average without special training.
Suddenly, Duque had to face the Demon King Kudran. Duque wanted to cry.
Duque secretly cried in his heart, "Why didn't I catch Lothar according to the original history? With Lothar as the scapegoat, it won't be my turn no matter what. "
Just as the wine entered his throat, a miracle happened.
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