The barbarian Sparagu widened his copper bell-like eyes and walked forward nervously. Their barbarian profession is also called the berserker. After extreme anger and drinking a lot, he will independently inspire his talented skill "furious".

The dwarves also have similar talent skills, "Dwarfs' Crazy". The stronger the wine, the faster it will take, so they usually carry some spirits around them. Drinking them when they encounter battles can make them more brave, stronger, and not afraid of pain!

The dwarf did not answer Sbalagu's question. He was pursing his lips tightly. His Adam's apple seemed to be trying to swallow the sip of wine. However, seeing his stretched neck and distorted facial features on his face, his thick and thick eyebrows kept twitching and jumping, the expression seemed to be drinking not wine but sulfuric acid!

Finally, the dwarf couldn't help but squirt out "Puff~~!", and a hot flame like dragon breath instantly swept across the adventurer who got closer and closer because he was curious about what the dwarf would say. Finally, he suddenly triggered a scream and chaos!

The unlucky half-glass Aladdin, who was listening to the orientals talking by the fire, was located directly opposite the direction of Fred's jet!

Although the flame would not cause too much damage to his skin and the throat because of "tolerating elemental damage", his beard, hair and wool on his lower body were ignited instantly. When everyone reacted from the panic, they stared at the half-sheep man who turned into a ball of flames in a daze, screaming and running back and forth in the cave. Finally, they rushed into the blizzard outside the cave with a rolling black smoke, plunged into the snow pile before extinguishing.

Everyone ran up in a hurry and pulled him out of the snow pile, "Do you want to kill me? You damn dwarf!!!" They were charred all over, and they had turned into a ridiculous bald man with a half-lag with bare butts, unexpectedly burst into "crazy" of talent skills that only dwarves and barbarians possessed.

The crazy half-lag man roared wildly and rushed into the cave to find the dwarf perpetrator to fight desperately, completely ignoring that he was already running naked...

Half-sheep people with long wool spread on their lower body usually don’t wear pants...

The dwarf who was crazy and beaten to the ground with one move, rode on his body and beat him wildly to protect the bottle with one hand and covered his throat with the other. He was full of pain and freed his hands from time to time to point at the bottle with desperate attempts. He was still speechless now.

The adventurers turned their heads to look at the Oriental people in horror, but they did not expect that the dwarf who claimed to only drink strong alcohol could not accept the Erguotou he brought, Lin Jia was also frightened and knew that such an unexpected scene would occur.

"Let me try!" Sparagu was surprised and snatched the crystal wine bottle that the dwarf was still trying hard to protect in his arms. He carefully fed a small mouthful, and scared several companions next to him quickly escaped from his front. The items that had caused the two companions to be burned by fire were included in the ranks of dangerous items.

When the savage, who was also blushing and full of pain, covered his chest and swallowed the wine, he roared loudly: "It's so hot!"

The terrified adventurers gathered again by the fire. The dwarf croaked his throat and looked at the bottle of wine tightly held in his arms by the barbarian in fear and said, "I just seemed to swallow a bite of magma!"

The barbarian was reluctant to let go, and looked at Lin Jia expectantly and shouted: "Oriental! This bottle of wine belongs to me! I will give 80 silver coins... No no! 100 silver coins! With this... this... what is this wine?"

"Erguotou."

"Yes! Erguotou! With this Erguotou, I can instantly enter a violent state!" Sparagu shook his spirits that looked like less than one of the three people left in the bottle that looked like crystal.

He looked at the speechless dwarf and the bare half-sheep man staring at the bottle of wine in the barbarian's hands in a speechless manner. Lin Jia took out another bottle of Erguotou he brought from under the blanket and gave it to them.

Seeing the dwarf and the half-sheep man happily take out the metal wine pot they carried with him, and want to pour out the wine that they had never been willing to drink and replace it with Erguotou, Lin Jia stopped them and took their wine pot and took their sips.

The fruit wine of Half-Hall people tastes good. It is made of some kind of fruit. It is not high in the degree, and should be around ten degrees. The fire wine of the Dwarf seems to be brewed with corn and some rhizome crops. It has not been distilled, and the degree is about twenty-five degrees.

Adventurers who have never drunk more than 30° of spirits. They call this kind of thing that can only be considered low-alcohol in Lin Jia's world a majestic name "Fire Fire Wine". No wonder they can't accept Erguotou.

From their descriptions of cigarette rolls and Erguotou, Lin Jia understood that his cigarettes and Erguotou were not magical because they had traveled through time, but because the cigarette's refreshing and relieved function could allow adventurers who have never been exposed to such items to feel relaxed and thus achieve the effect of restoring energy.

Erguotou, a spirit of more than 60°, is only because its degree is high enough for barbarians who rely on alcohol to paralyze their nerves and stimulate their "furious" talents.

"It turns out that the legendary 'crazy' is just a drunken madness... If you want to talk about degree, wouldn't industrial alcohol be more effective?" Lin Jia murmured at the barbarians and dwarves who were ecstatic about getting the strong wine. He stuffed the half box of cigarettes left in his pocket to the old pastor who looked at his companion enviously.

Lin Jia, disappointed with the "time travel items" that had high expectations, sat down by the fire in dejection, took out a small plastic medicine bottle from her pocket and looked at it, muttering worriedly: "Sun! Didn't it mean that people can be masters even if they eat a piece of sweet potato? The writers are indeed liars!"

"Sun?" Aladdin secretly poked the old priest beside him with a ridiculous bald sheep's head: "Are Orientals a race that believes in the sun?"

Before the old priest could answer, the elves guarding at the door shouted: "Winter wolf!!! Get ready for battle! The winter wolf pack is coming!"

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Chapter completed!