"Welcome! Welcome! The lads and the girls." He gestured to sit on the arranged chairs.

"You are very welcome. We were once very worried that those green skins would destroy our hometown. Our ancestors were here, and even if they were the hard laborers you mentioned with low combat power, they still had too many! Fortunately, your arrival ended everything, and we, the Wild Hammer Dwarf, were grateful."

"Hello, please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Duke Marcus, now the deputy commander of the alliance, the supreme commander of this army." Duke patiently explained the matter about the tribe, everything the orcs have done, and talked about the fate of Stormwind.

Finally, Duke decisively used Medivh's moral integrity.

At this moment, Duke was filled with sacred glory, which was a very easy-to-recognize affinity.

"Kudran, will you and your tribe join our alliance?"

Kudland frowned, pulled his beard and once again took out the letter Magnier had given him.

The content he had always felt unreliable jumped out of paper, mixed with Duke's commentary, and entered his imagination.

The green craze, like today, drowns Kazmodan.

The rude greenskin controlled the mine and plundered all the iron ore there.

The huge black iron warship carried the artillery fire of the Kurtilas fleet proudly crossed the sea.

Let the green disaster sweep the entire continent.

After all the information plus what I saw with my own eyes, the truth of the matter made Kudland and other Wild Hammer dwarves shudder.

"That's true." Kudran sighed: "We, the Wildhammer, had many conflicts with the Bronzebeard tribe, and that was why we left Kazmodan. But they were still our brothers and our tribe members."

When Kudland said this, Duke already felt that there was a chance.

"These dirty green skins, this haunted tribe, first attacked our brothers, plundered their land and ore that had been passed down for thousands of years. Well, ore is the wealth and life of the dwarves. Now we are here to attack us again. It is all your timely reinforcements that have allowed us to escape the fate of the destruction of our home." Speaking of this, Kudland changed his tone: "Yes, I do not like your just right support time. But..."

"But?" Duke raised his eyebrows.

"But the threat of these dirty guys to the whole world is real, you have indeed saved Eagle Nest Mountain." Kudland knocked his hand heavily on the arm of his chair: "Of course, we will join the league! We must join forces to wipe out these orcs until they become poor people who can no longer pose a threat to anyone!"

He stood up and reached out to Duke: "You will get assistance from Wildhammer, no doubt."

Duke reached out his hand and then quickly bared his teeth.

Damn, this guy Kudland is so cautious! He uses such a big force on his hands! His hands are almost crushed

Kudland suddenly smirked: "But, the dwarf hates falsehood the most. The help from Wildhammer is certain, but the amount of addition depends on your ability."

A certain King of Wild Hammer hooked his fingers, and a group of short-sized dwarves ran up with the wine sent by Duke.

Ten barrels of wine are lined up in a row.

Kudland slapped a wine barrel: "Come on, don't play tricks. King against king, general against general. Every time one drink is one, I drink half of the griffin knights. If you have the ability to let me go, I will take all the griffin knights with you! Of course, you also have the right to refuse..."

Speaking of the last one, it was a complete threat.

A painful threat.

Duke unconsciously glanced at the corner of his eyes.

At this moment, the stars of Storm Kingdom are shining:

Gavin Rad, one of the first five paladins, is doomed.

Reginard Windersol, who would later become Marshal.

Tom Semos, who died in the original history, will now be resurrected and will be promoted to marshal after being promoted.

Now, all the generals... took a step back.

The movements are so neat, as if they have undergone countless drills.

Damn! You have to have a secret if you don’t have loyalty, right?

Duke's eyes were almost glaring out.

Hey, there is another one who has not retreated.

Before Duke's joy could pass, he immediately realized that that guy was Queen Xi! Sylvanas raised his long golden eyebrows, and his face read: What does it have to do with you men fighting for wine?

"Master, just celebrate with peace of mind. I will be responsible for taking you back to the bedroom to make sure you will not do anything that has lost your alliance etiquette and duke status." Vanessa, the little maid who came to join the army this time, gave a formal lady gift.

But there are more than a dozen circles of ropes hanging around your waist!?

Once I get drunk, you will tie me into rice dumplings, right?

Oh, hell, are you the master or I the master?

At this time, Kudland's image began to magnify infinitely in Duke's horizon, and it was already larger than the size that the dwarf [God descends to earth] could have grown.

Well, that is definitely a demon-level body shape and sense of oppression.

Kudland stood up, and seriously (deceived) pulled Duke's hand out, held it, and stuffed it into a huge small wooden barrel-shaped wine glass full of fragrant and rich wine.

"I thank you as the King of Wildhammers on behalf of the 50,000 compatriots in Eagle Nest Mountain. Duke! Cheers to the friendship between the dwarves and humans!"

I said a lot of thanks, but in fact I just mean you, kid, would you give me some drinks!

He only said this, but it was enough. The group of unfaithful bastards behind also raised their glasses: "For the Alliance!"

Alliance, your sister!

In order to please the dwarves, I poured alcohol into the sweet fruit wine that these dwarves like to drink!

Duke's face turned pale.

What is self-binding? That's it!

If I don’t do anything, why do I have to do something to do something?

When Duke raised his glass with a bitter face, the wine table demon Kudland spoke: "I'll do it first, take your time, but remember to be fair."

After saying that, the Demon King Kudland drank at least 500 ml of so-called fruit wine with at least 50 degrees in three seconds: "It's great! This is the damn wine! Hell, what I drank before was simply horse urine."

Duke... Before traveling through time, he was just a college kid, and had never entered society, nor was he a warrior on the table who had experienced the test of alcohol. Although his body was not bad after traveling through time, he had not undergone special exercise, which was the average level.

Suddenly Duke was about to face the devil-level Kudland, Duke wanted to cry.

Du's heart burst into tears: "For Mao, I didn't catch Losa according to the original history. With Losa's header, it wouldn't be my turn to say anything."

Just as the wine hits my throat, a miracle happens. (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!