The matter of the Wildhammer clan joining the Alliance was settled just like that. There was no need to discuss any conditions or anything. The Alliance was established to resist the Horde. The various races and forces within it were united and fought for survival, most of them doing their best.
To celebrate everyone becoming one of their own, Galen took out ten more barrels of wine.
The three big shots of the Wildhammer gave a thumbs up. Galen, this brother is reliable! He really has wine at critical moments!
"Galen, for our friendship, we must have a drink!"
With the danger gone and other Wildhammer lords taking care of things outside, and the Wildhammer dwarves successfully joining the Alliance, the pressure on Kurdran's heart was relieved. He decided that today he would not go home until he was drunk with his new friend Galen.
"This!"
Galen hesitated a bit. He had rarely drunk alcohol since his transmigration. Although the humans of Azeroth liked to treat alcohol as a beverage in their spare time, Galen was, after all, not an adult, was he?
"How can a man say he can't do it!" Kurdran's craving for alcohol was stirred up, how could he easily let go of this opportunity? Besides, without Galen around, Falstad and Mezz, those old fogeys, would definitely not let him have his way.
"Come! Galen, one cup each until one of us falls down!" Kurdran was a madman when he got excited, he couldn't stop. No wonder he would take the initiative to chase after an adult dragon to kill it in the future!
He was the one who brought out the ten barrels of wine, and he was the one who created the atmosphere. Under these circumstances, how could he say he wouldn't drink?
Galen, caught in a dilemma, looked at Sylvanas. This heroine was eager to try, but her elder sister Alleria stopped her.
Just kidding, you, Galen, started the fire and want us to help? No way! As allies, having a couple of drinks is no problem, but helping you out of trouble is out of the question.
Looking at Alleria's ambiguous expression, and Sylvanas's helpless and teasing expression, Galen admitted defeat!
"Come, Kurdran, cheers to our friendship!" Drink it, so what? Who's afraid of who? Galen went all out, no one will have a good time today!
"For the friendship between Stromgarde and the Wildhammer!"
"For friendship!!"
"For the future of humans and dwarves!"
"Hahaha, cheers!"
"For the Alliance!"
"Drink up!"
Come, come, come, drink this cup and there's another one, and after drinking this cup, there are still three cups. Ten barrels of wine, don't leave any!
Galen drank several glasses of strong liquor in a row, and was already feeling a little overwhelmed. The last ten barrels of wine he took out were all carefully distilled strong liquor, with a purity of eighty percent, and some even reaching over ninety percent, which he jokingly named Arctic Vodka.
He originally thought that even if he didn't drink it, it could be used for wound disinfection, or at worst, as a Molotov cocktail. It was simply an essential product for murder and arson.
Who knew that today he would meet a dwarf who loved alcohol like his life. He was going to be in trouble this time. The originally clear scene in front of him began to blur and spin. Galen used his last bit of willpower to think about how he could use his abilities to cheat.
Kurdran could really drink. Dwarves only come of age at over a hundred years old, and Kurdran was around two hundred years old, having grown up drinking for over a hundred years. Galen was only eighteen and it was his first time drinking so much. He couldn't win without cheating.
Ding!
His last bit of consciousness made him think of a trick!
"Icy Veins!"
A powerful mage skill!
Galen immediately activated it, and instantly a cold sensation surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, dispelling Galen's dizziness and confusion!
Perfect, how clever of me!
Hahaha, come on, Kurdran, I'm asking you, how can I lose!
The atmosphere in the hall was quite lively, and it wasn't just Kurdran and Galen. Under Galen's deliberate manipulation, the drinking game had already spread outwards, and Falstad and the Wildhammer elder Drekkup easily joined the ranks of the drinking contest.
"Beautiful lady, can I have a drink with you?" Galen, feigning drunkenness, extended an invitation to Sylvanas. Sylvanas chuckled. She had been eager to try for a long time. In such an atmosphere, she took the glass that Galen handed over.
Arathi Highlands wine, made from carefully selected highland grapes, is of excellent quality and has a great taste, allowing people to enjoy endless taste.
Sylvanas took a small sip, and the weight and fullness that the wine brought to her mouth made her beautiful eyes light up, and her long golden eyebrows twitched several times.
After successfully pulling Sylvanas into the drinking battle, Alleria was also brought in.
Soon after, a group of dwarven guards began to bring dinner, and various specialties of the Hinterlands were placed on the long table.
Only five barrels of Arctic Vodka remained on the table. Mezz Drekkrip was old and couldn't compare to young people like Kurdran. At this time, he was already lying on the table, dozing off.
Kurdran and Falstad were already a little drunk. They were very surprised. They knew how much dwarves could drink. They didn't expect Galen to be so gifted!
They were all powerful people. After consuming a large amount of food and alcohol, they could quickly digest it and convert it into energy for storage, so they were not afraid of being full for a while, but the alcohol in the wine was not so easy to digest!
Soon after, Falstad had already withdrawn from the battle, and Kurdran, the overlord of alcohol, was also a little overwhelmed. The idea he insisted on in his mind was to knock Galen down!
Galen was clearly already red-eyed and swaying!
"Kurd… ran, this cup, I'll drink it, you can do as you please!"
Do as you please? There is no such thing as doing as you please at the drinking table of a Wildhammer warrior!
Kurdran tried his best to clink glasses with Galen again, and this time he drank the glass with all his might, with a rather tragic expression.
"Kurd… ran, you're raising fish! Look, I drank it all!" Galen's speech was a little slurred, of course, faked!
The duration of Icy Veins had long passed, but fortunately he was relatively cunning. After using Icy Veins for the first time, he directly used Rapid Cooling to refresh Icy Veins. After enduring the after-effects of shielding the alcohol for the second time, the Rapid Cooling talent could be activated again!
With such multiple operations, his brain remained clear. He had already foreseen that after the dinner was over, the large amount of alcohol in his body would be enough for him to suffer!
Kurdran was not working!
"Galen! You this brother… I acknowledge you! From today onwards, you are my brother!"
After saying that, Kurdran fell down like the power was cut off, the glass in his hand crashed to the ground, and he collapsed on the chair, followed by thunderous snoring!
Even with the support of Icy Veins, Galen couldn't control his eyes from blurring a bit.
"Hmph hmph! Is there anyone who can still fight!"
At this moment, he was like a victorious king, declaring that everyone present was a defeated general.
"Oh? Is that so? Galen, there's still me."