Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

He said proudly: "Even if ten artifacts are successfully forged in this angel project, these ten artifacts lack precipitation and heritage, and they cannot be compared with the dwarves' storm battle axe!"

"I see……"

Ye Chonglou nodded thoughtfully.

"Because the artifact has a relationship with the spirit of the artifact, there is a recognition of the owner."

"If the artifact doesn't recognize you as its master, even if you hold it, it will be difficult to exert 1% of its power."

"At the same time, if someone steals your artifact, the artifact spirit will also take the initiative to recover, activate its inherent skills, and kill the enemy!"

Jim told Ye Chonglou about the mystery of the artifact.

"I see. It was the spirit of the Storm Ax that revived and activated the inherent skills of the Storm Axe?"

Ye Chonglou said.

Jim nodded happily: "Humans are really smart!"

"However, my father said that human beings are too cunning, and we need to be careful when we get along with them, otherwise we will count the money for them if we are sold."

"Hahaha, your father is right. Some people are like this. The dwarves are honest and straightforward, and they are easier to get along with."

Ye Chonglou smiled.

While chatting with Jim, he looked at the customs of Blizzard City.

Blizzard City is like a huge medieval castle in Western Europe. It is icy and snowy outside, but very warm inside.

Every household is a house made of stones, the tone is yellow, and most of the floors are relatively short, which may be related to the height of the dwarves.

Basically every three or four households have a blacksmith shop, with thick smoke billowing from the chimney, and the sound of banging iron from the windows.

Ye Chonglou wondered if Blizzard City was so warm because there were more blacksmith shops.

There is ground heating in the north of Dragon Country, and the entire underground of Blizzard City may be flowing with ground fire.

In addition to many blacksmith shops, Blizzard City also has many bars!

The dwarves love to drink too much.

Potatoes, spirits, and blacksmithing are basically the three hobbies of the dwarves.

Jim brought Ye Chonglou to the bar, which is the most famous and largest bar in the inner city of Blizzard City.

"The Clover Bar?"

Ye Chonglou looked up at the wooden board hanging at the door.

Jim's eyes started to light up, he swallowed excitedly, and replied: "The rum in the Clover Bar is the best in Blizzard City, and Cohen likes drinking here the most."

"Rum? If you can't drink it, I'll treat you to our Longguo sauce-flavored liquor later."

As Ye Chonglou spoke, he pushed open the wooden door.

No noise imaginable.

Dwarves, tall and thick, sat on wooden tables and round stools, raised wooden barrel cups, and drank one after another.

"Maojiang-flavored liquor? What kind of liquor is that? I really want to drink it."

Jim quickly followed Ye Chonglou's pace.

Ye Chonglou looked around and asked, "Jim, who is Cohen?"

He really felt that the dwarves looked alike.

They are all tall and thick, and their dressing styles are very similar.

Then the same hair color, the same hairstyle, and the same beard.

If it is face blindness, it is estimated that every dwarf will feel like a person.

Jim said: "The blacksmith has a high status among us dwarves, so he braids his beard and braids to show his difference from others."

"No matter how sloppy a blacksmith is, he will take good care of his beard."

"Among them, the forging master has the highest status. He can braid his beard into five braids!"

"Is there such a custom?"

According to the characteristics that Jim said, Ye Chonglou really found a strong man with a beard and five braids.

Is he Cohn?

Ye Chonglou walked straight over! .

Chapter 339

Korn was sitting across from another dwarf.

The two were drinking and wrestling with each other.

Whoever wins, invites the other party to drink a glass of rum.

A barrel cup of rum is about 20 copper coins~.

Cohen put a silver coin in front of him, indicating that the opponent lost at least five glasses of rum.

Copper coins, silver coins, gold coins!

This is the currency commonly used by dwarves, orcs, and even elves.

Even the mermaids living in the rivers, lakes and seas occasionally use silver coins and gold coins to trade with dwarves and orcs.

Humans have not used this currency for a long time, so when dealing with dwarves, they usually exchange things.

How much wine, potatoes and cotton, in exchange for a few pieces of equipment.

Ye Chonglou walked to the round table and patted the dwarf who lost a silver coin.

"Humanity?"

The other party spoke in human language.

"Let me compare with him." Ye Chonglou replied.

The dwarf stood up from the round stool, looked at Ye Chonglou's "thin arms", and asked suspiciously, "Can you do it?"

"Be careful that old Cohen's arm is twisted all at once."

Ye Chonglou smiled.

A person whose power attribute is close to the realm of gods can't do it, who else can do it?

As long as the strength attribute exceeds 10 points, it can be called Hercules!

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."

Ye Chonglou sat at the round table, just opposite to Old Ke En.

"Cohen?"

Ye Chonglou said.

Old Cohen picked up the wooden barrel cup, raised his head and drank the rum in it in one gulp, and poked the wooden table with his calloused fingers, making a "beep" sound.

"A shot of rum once."

Old Cohen's eyes were blank, and he said with no expression on his face.

"Do you have any money, lend me some."

Ye Chonglou said to Jim.

Jim took out some silver coins and handed them to him.

"You and I are good brothers now, needless to say whether to borrow or not."

"it is good!"

Ye Chonglou put a silver coin in front of old Ke En, and replied, "I'll treat you to five glasses of rum first."

"Please?"

"Do I need you please! Come!!"

Old Cohen, a short-tempered dwarf, came up at once, putting his thick arms on the wooden table and posing.

Ye Chonglou also put up a hand, holding the thick and rough palm of old Ke En.

Ye Chonglou felt the force from the opponent's palm before he began to use his strength.

It seems that what is being held is not an arm, but a mountain.

"Is this the power of the dwarves?"

Ye Chonglou's eyes flickered.

He remembered that the system had said that the attributes of the major races all had their merits.

Human attributes are the most balanced, but also the weakest.

The other attributes of the dwarves are weak, but the strength attribute is the most prominent!

Therefore, most of the weapons of the dwarves are either battle axes or giant hammers.

With one blow, most of the monsters will have their heads burst.

Ye Chonglou said, "Jim, please be the referee."

Jim agreed, and said with a little worry: "Brother, be careful, don't let me come."

"Prince?"

Old Cohn gave Jim a sideways look.

"Prince, you are not good either. Competing in strength, asking your father to compare with me is almost the same!"

A few dwarves nearby cast a glance, and then looked back.

"Someone challenged old Cohen again."

"Hahaha, needless to say, Old Cohen must have won."

"This time it's a human challenging old Cohen."

"Hey, I hope that human's arm won't be broken by Cohen."

Ye Chonglou was not disturbed by the outside world, looked at the old Ke En calmly, and couldn't help yawning.

"Jim, let's get started."

Jim asked, "Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, let's start!"

Before the words fell, there was a loud "bang".

Ye Chonglou knocked Old Ke En's arm down on the table.

Old Cohen was in a state of bewilderment.

Ye Chonglou took back his own silver coin, and at the same time removed a silver coin from old Ke En, and said with a smile: "It seems that I won."

Old Keen came back to his senses, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and said, "Cunning human being, you sneaked up on me just now while I wasn't paying attention, come again!"

"Okay, go on!"

This time, old Cohen looked at the arm intently.

When Jim finished speaking, Ye Chonglou knocked off Old Cohen's arm with the force of lightning.

A loud "bang" sound.

Echoes throughout the quiet Clover Bar.

The surrounding dwarves gradually attracted their attention.

"what happened?"

"Looks like old Cohen lost by arm wrestling."

"Wrist wrestling, old Cohen still lost, how is that possible!"