Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 574: Chapter 226: I Also Want to Watch Together_2

“This Dream Algae Rice Wine is delicious, not too strong, with a sweet taste, like fruit juice, suitable for people with low alcohol tolerance.”

Luther held his wine glass, swirled the light red wine inside and pretended to comment.

Purple Corpse used a small oak barrel as a cup, had a big gulp, and laughed, “I love this Moon Grass Barley Wine, it’s fizzy. Once you take a sip, bubbles burst in your mouth, filling it with barley fragrance.”

The Great Shaman sipped on the rice honeydew wine, said nothing, just stared into the distance, humming an unknown melody, as if among the untamed wilderness, there was a Shadow Leopard howling in the distant night sky.

A bunch of drunken dwarves, eyes shining, scooped a cup from this barrel, another cup from the other barrel, took a sip here with their eyes glowing, and another sip there with their eyes glowing.

Don’t expect them to pass judgment; they’re too occupied.

Lightning was sneakily choosing the cups left untouched by the dwarves, sticking out his tongue to lick the wine, spat out the ones that were too strong, and upon finding a tasty one, immediately bit on the wine glass, then shouldered the dwarf aside to snatch the cup.

The dwarf, drunk and annoyed, turned around huffily, but upon seeing that it was Lord Lightning, immediately suppressed his anger.

Dwarves fear nothing but a lack of wine, which, over these few days, has evolved into ‘fear Lightning when there’s no wine’. Nothing, not like Lightning has ever gotten them so intimidated.

Lightning would rather argue than fight, while dwarves would rather fight than argue, but they can’t beat Lightning in a fight. Hence, they could only endure Lightning’s cuckolding, from dawn till dusk, it was so unbearable that they’ve grown afraid of Lightning since then.

Looking at everyone’s reaction, Ange felt that his brewing endeavor must have been successful.

“It’s too successful. After drinking this wine, what are we going to do if we can’t get any more in the future?” the Copperbeard Dwarf asked.

Negris asked, “If you were the Dwarf King, which wine would you like the most?”

“I love them all, love them all!” Copper Beard hastily replied.

“Isn’t there one that you like the most?” Negris asked.

Copper Beard thought for a while before reluctantly answering, “If I have to pick one, it’ll be the beetroot wine. It’s funny, and it makes me feel full of strength after drinking it. It would be even better if it could be a little stronger.”

Hearing this, Ange took a bottle of beetroot wine, cast a decontamination spell on it, and removed the water as an impurity.

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

Copper Beard took a small sip, his eyes turning red but held back and said, “Make it stronger.”

Ange cast the spell again, further reducing the volume of the wine by one-third.

Copper Beard took another sip, took a deep breath, then gulped down a large mouthful, and belched loudly. His body began to swell.

“I’m raging! Ahhhh!” Copper Beard’s body enlarged significantly, his height shot up to 5.2 feet, his skin turned stone-like, his beard stood up straight each, his eyes glowed red, and between breaths, tiny lightning sparks flickered at the tip of his nose.

Negris watched in surprise. “Bloodline awakening? Dwarf rage? The embodiment of War God?”

Durken shook his head, “No, not as extreme as the embodiment of War God, just the rage.”

Legend has it, dwarves too have the bloodline of Thunder Titan. Of course, the Thunder Titan vehemently refused to recognize them as they were too short.

But when a dwarf’s bloodline awakens, their height will increase to over 5.2 feet, and they might even awaken their raging abilities, eventually leading to the embodiment of the War God.

Once at the stage of the embodiment of the War God, dwarves can exercise the power of Thunder and swing the Thunder God’s hammer to chase away their enemies. That power would be nearly as formidable as the Thunder Titan throwing javelins.

That’s why it’s said they have the bloodline of Thunder Titan.

“Ahhhh, I’m so hot, come fight me.” Copper Beard feverishly spun around on the spot, his reddened eyes glaring around.

Though clearly irritable, he was still quite lucid and resisted glaring in Ange’s direction.

“Arghh!” Little Angel was already charging at him with the Holy Light Gauntlet.

With thud after thud, the match was evenly fought, Copper Beard kept growling because, unlike Little Angel, he felt pain.

Such a test wouldn’t measure actual power, so Ange jumped in, pulled Little Angel back by the neck.

Little Angel was kicking around furiously, not willing to submit, “Arghh!”

Little Zombie immediately stepped forward, patted on his chest, “Arghh!”

The two clashed and began fighting.

Luther came forward, used fifty percent of his power to have a go with Copper Beard, the fight lasted half an hour until Copper Beard’s raging effect dissipated.

“That’s good, that’s good. An ordinary dwarf could hold his own against a High-level Sword Saint using fifty percent of his power after just one sip, I don’t believe the dwarves wouldn’t be interested in this wine,” said Durken.

Negris nodded in agreement. It’s not just wine anymore, dwarves would view it as a raging potion, a power booster.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

As he turned around to discuss brewing this kind of wine, he saw Ange taking out another bottle of wine and adding something to it.

“What else are you adding?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Ange opened his palm to show him, it was an Upgrade Bean.

“Haha, you’re adding that too? Won’t they explode?” The highly potent beetroot wine had Upgrade beans added to it? Luther himself had used these beans to quickly rise from being a beginner to a high-level player.