"Click.Click.Click."

As long as he encounters parking along the way, Jiang Feng will take out his camera to take two landscape photos.

"We are about to enter the city ahead, and no humans have ever come to the Echo Islands, so please don't care about those eyes later."

Putting down the camera, Jiang Feng nodded: "Don't worry, we have experienced this in Orgrimmar."

"Hahahaha." Quimper said a few loudly, "Yes, I have to say, I really admire your courage. Even though they are obviously humans, they dare to come to Karimdo."

"It's all because I know that even in Karimdo, there are friends who want to be as friendly as Mr. Quimper."

"Hahaha, Mr. Jiang is really good at praising people. I'll have to drink two more drinks later."

The car in the conversation went through the toll port and got off the elevated road and entered the urban area.

After picking up the camera and taking two pictures of the buildings next to the road, Jiang Feng began to observe the trolls passing by on both sides of the road.

The Echo Islands is a residence of trolls composed of a group of small islands, mainly composed of the Dark Spear tribe.

As a lineage of [Gurabash], the trolls of the Dark Spear tribe should have been bloodthirsty and cruel, but because of the appearance of a great leader, the Dark Spear gradually moved towards civilization and revival.

And this great leader is Woking.

This is also a tribal leader Jiang Feng likes very much in World of Warcraft.

However, in this world, Woking's life experience is different from that in the game. Because without the invasion of the Burning Legion, he would have no chance to cooperate with the legendary orc leader Thrall, so he now just left [Gurabash] with his dark spear and came to the Echo Islands to seek development.

However, among the limited information that Jiang Feng can learn, the Dark Spear tribe led by Woking is undoubtedly the closest tribe to the tribe and is willing to sit down and talk about joining the tribe.

So whether it is feelings or serious business, Jiang Feng vaguely looks forward to meeting this very independent troll leader during this trip to the Echo Islands.

"I'm here, Doyle, here is your favorite Storm Ale."

Parked in front of a steeple bar, Quimper looked back at Doyle Kent and said.

"Haha, that's great! I haven't tasted this for a long time, and I really miss it."

So the group got out of the car with a laugh, opened the door and walked into the bar.

Because the trolls did not join the tribe, the troll civilians basically spoke troll language. At this moment, the five members of Jiang Feng's team became "deaf", and they couldn't understand a single sentence when talking loudly around them.

However, when Jiang Feng and the others passed by the passage, the trolls who were originally playing dice stopped their movements and cast surprised eyes.

Jiang Feng, who was already accustomed to this kind of gaze, didn't care, but just followed Quimper to sit on a small square table.

After ordering two barrels of Storm Ale, Quimper said to Doyle Kent: "By the way, when did you start this new business of bringing people to travel? And you will be with me."

It was obvious that he didn't believe in Doyle Kent brought Jiang Feng here just to visit.

Picking up a grape from the fruit plate and stuffing it into his mouth, Doyle Kent smiled and said, "I am doing business with him. He gave me a condition and said that if you want to make a deal, you have to take him to the troll city first."

"Oh?" Quimper looked at Jiang Feng again, "Mr. Jiang is really so interested in the culture of trolls."

Jiang Feng replied with a smile: "Didn't Mr. Quimper just now say that he admires us as humans, but dares to come to Karimdo? In fact, it's not that I have the courage, but I'm really curious about Karimdo's customs and history. There are not many opportunities to be an exchange student in the tribe, so I plucked up my courage."

"And since I have come here, I will naturally not let it go if I have the opportunity to visit the troll city."

Nodded, Quimper poked Jiang Feng with his elbow and said, "It is rare for someone like Mr. Jiang to give so much for his hobbies, but I admire you."

Just when Jiang Feng didn't quite understand what Quimper's move meant, Doyle Kent directly explained: "His move means admiration and praise, which is similar to giving a thumbs up."

"So that's it." Jiang Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

Not long after, the Storm ale ordered by Quimper was delivered.

Feng Xinhong sucked his nose twice, and his eyes lit up suddenly, "This wine smells a bit interesting."

Jen Feng Xinhong had a little excited expression, and Jiang Feng reminded: "Be careful, don't get drunk."

"Don't worry! When did you see the monk drunk?"

Jiang Feng felt that was the same. The profession of monks originally took drinking as the premise of skill. If you get drunk at any time, how can you fight?

"Bang!"

Pull out the piston from the wooden barrel, Quimper picked it up and filled it with Jiang Feng and the others one by one.

Finally, when he filled his glass, he raised his glass and said, "Come on, I wish you a happy journey first."

Just as Jiang Feng was about to raise his glass to thank him, he saw a troll with dreadlocks walking towards them. In everyone's puzzled eyes, the troll with dreadlocks swung the right hand with the wine glass hard, and poured all the wine in the glass towards Jiang Feng.

‘Quick freezing.’

Zhuo Zhengwen recited it, and the wine poured from the air was instantly frozen and shattered into ice thorns and floated in the air.

The dreaded troll was obviously stunned, and raised his hand to point Jiang Feng and the others and squirted.

"What did he say?" Guo Liang, who tasted the storm ale, asked Jiang Feng habitually.

"I can't understand the troll language, but it shouldn't be anything good."

"Wow, this wine... is a bit exciting." After making a look of a little overwhelming, Guo Liang looked at the wine glass in his hand in surprise.

They have encountered this kind of sudden provocation in Orgrimmar for many times, so they are very calm.

But Quimper obviously wasn't so calm. He went up and punched the orc in the face and began to communicate in troll language.

"Boss Doyle, can you translate and translate for us?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Gudu...gudu...gudu..." After drinking a large glass of storm ale in one breath, Doyle Kentha sipped out a sip of wine and said, "The troll who poured wine said that we had a stinking smell and wanted to wash us, and said we should thank him."

Shrugging, Jiang Feng raised his glass and said, "Then we haven't been washed until we have a drink."

"Hahahaha." Doyle Kent smiled and filled himself with another cup, and clinked Jiang Feng for a while and said, "Celebrating that we don't need to take a shower, do it!"

On the other side, Quimper punched two times, and the dreaded troll fell to the ground, but more trolls immediately surrounded him.

However, these trolls who surrounded him did not take action, but started to squirt with Quimper.

I don’t know if it’s because I have drunk a lot of extraordinary spirits, but the extremely violent Storm ale did not make Jiang Feng feel unacceptable, but felt that the spicy and wonderful.

After savoring the fragrance in his mouth for a while, Jiang Feng asked again: "What are they quarreling?"

"It's probably the local gang. They said Quimper shouldn't have brought us here, and said we were so disgusting, hahahaha."

"Hahahaha." Then he laughed, and Jiang Feng said in surprise: "I thought this Quimper was also a person like Boss Doyle who could walk sideways in the city. Now it seems that he is far from it."

After shook his head, Doyle Kent said, "How dare I walk sideways? I'm afraid of coming to you to help you if I didn't see it? As for Quimper, he is just a real businessman, not quite the same as me."

While the two of them were talking, Quimpel, who was spraying with the trolls, suddenly summoned a purple flame, which scared the trolls away one after another.

Sitting back in his seat, Quimper raised his glass to apologize to Jiang Feng and the others: "It's just a bunch of drunks, don't pay attention to them."

"It's okay, we're used to it." Jiang Feng waved his hand and expressed his inattention.

"Oh." Sighing, Quimper took a sip of wine and said, "I originally wanted to bring Doyle here to drink Storm Ale, but I didn't expect there were so many lunatics. Why don't we just find a place to chat with less people?"

But after hearing this, Doyle Kent filled himself with a glass of storm ale and said with disdain: "No, how long has it been since I've been having such fun as someone coming to the door, keep drinking."

"Doyle, this place is not Orgrimmar after all, those..."

"Stop persuading me, old friend, no matter where this is, want me, Doyle Kent, to escape with my tail between them? Impossible!"

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Feng next to him, "If Friend Jiang..."

"Don't." Jiang Feng waved his hand and raised his glass and said, "This wine is really good, I want to drink two more glasses."

"Hahahaha!" Doyle Kent laughed happily after hearing this, "Or why did I think you could make friends with me when I saw you at first? This temper is about your appetite!"

After saying that, he touched Jiang Feng for a cup and poured two more mouthfuls of storm ale.

After hearing this, Quimper could only sigh, take out his cell phone and said, "Okay, then I'll go out and call someone."

Half an hour later, four wine barrels were already placed next to Jiang Feng and the others, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.

"Drink! For the tribe!" After Doyle Kent said that, he drank a large glass of Storm ale.

"Do it! For the alliance!" Feng Xinhong said that, and drank a big cup of "ton ton".

"Happy!" Doyle Kent slammed the table and looked at Feng Xinhong and said, "I didn't expect that there are people who can drink as much as you do in humans! It's interesting! As expected, those who can go with Jiang's friend are not ordinary people. Come and drink it again!"

"I'm right to say this. I thought you orcs were only good at bragging, but I didn't expect that they could drink it very well. Come on! Keep going, full! Today I must convince you!"

Seeing the two clinking glasses again, Jiang Feng sighed. Although he thought the Storm Wine tasted good, he couldn't stand it after eating three cups. His stamina was so strong that he wanted to mobilize his magic to suppress it so that he didn't feel nauseous about vomiting.

The others were similar. Except for Guo Liang who had drunk five cups and was not talking, the others were no longer able to fight.

Only Feng Xinhong and Doyle Kent are really worthy of Shanghai. They have now drunk 15 cups of Storm ale, and the cheers that have been casually sought reasons from the beginning have risen to the level of whether the tribe can drink or the alliance can drink.

"Hmm? It's gone again? Two more barrels!"

When the fourth barrel of Storm Ale was also finished, Doyle Kent waved and asked the waiter for two more barrels.

The trolls who have been following Jiang Feng and the others since the quarrel also showed a look of surprise. They all know how intense the Storm Ale is. It is enough to drink a bucket of them to be worthy of Shanghai, but today these two are alive and unlimited.

"Himmer!" Feng Xinhong burped, "Boss Doyle, I think you can't sit steadily, why don't you forget it?"

"Ph!" Doyle Kent spat, "It's because your eyes are shining, and the fortress I sit in is stable!"

"Okay! Then let's go on, I must make it clear for you today!"

"I will let you know what the price will be paid to provoke Doyle Kent, come!"

Feng Xinhong said that he was about to fill another cup for himself, but suddenly threw the cup aside as if he was troublesome, picked up the wine barrel and said, "I've done this barrel directly!"
To be continued...