The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 74 The Brewmaster
The self-proclaimed master brewer in front of Bron is what Zell refers to as an "interesting guy."

"Guragas...Bron has heard about you, but it's not about wine." People who are good at telling are generally good at listening. The story of Gragas was heard by Bron from a child of.

However, the reviews are not very good, just like if Braum's story is classified as a heroic epic, then Gragas belongs to the category of strange tales.

"I also heard that you can be a hero who can carry a farm on his shoulders and beat an avalanche." Gragas snorted, "Tell me."

"Then Bron said it straight." Bron stroked his belly: "They said you like to hit people with your head and fight with your belly, and they say you are a real drunken lunatic."

Straight talk sometimes works well, and other times it can be the trigger for a fight.

When he said this, Braum was ready to fight. He had heard that Gragas was a violent temper who would fight at the slightest disagreement.He didn't intend to irritate the other party, but if he couldn't even bear this level of jokes, then the conversation would probably be suspended.

Bron's body is full of hard muscles, but Gragas is wide and fat, and with the blessing of tonnage, his strength is not inferior.

I didn't expect Gragas to admit it openly.

"That's right, when I'm half-drunk, I can become very irritable. I act impulsively and unpredictable. If anyone messes with me at this time, I will reward him with a wine barrel, the kind that smashes through people and walls. If you have There's no barrel left, so I'll fight with my head and belly. Either drink it all or get it all down."

"Will you reward Braum with a barrel?"

One thing Zell found particularly interesting about Bloom was his ability to take stories seriously like a child.

"Haha, look at what you said, I'm just a little drunk now. Do you understand a little drunk? I haven't reached that level yet." Gragas blew on his beard: "My boss and I are also considered acquaintances, how could I be here The acquaintance's site is smashed."

"Since this wine is really as good as you said, then Bron will share half with you." Bron smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap, and a clear scent of wine wafted out, which lifted people's spirits.

"Drinking with Gragas is a dangerous proposition." Gragas poured out the beer in the glass, and stretched out his big hand in front of Bron: "But it's okay to take a sip or two."

The two toasted their glasses, and after drinking a glass, Bron felt a chill pouring over his body, like the wind blowing through snow in a cold night, and then a warmth surged in his stomach, and his heartbeat accelerated significantly.On the other side, Gragas patted his stomach and burped again.

"How does it feel? Chest hair?" Zell asked.

If he can really grow hair, then he will have to give Xiao Huang a whole bottle.

It's just that the result disappointed him, and the actual product did not match the propaganda.Braum puffed out his strong, smooth chest, covered in tattoos and showing no signs of hair growth.

"Bron is an Iceborn, so he doesn't need chest hair to keep him warm." Bron looked towards Gragas, "Since you're half-drunk and can go crazy, why don't you get drunk?"

"If Gragas can get drunk, then he won't be called Gragas." The boss who was cooking beside the iron pot laughed.

Then he explained why, Gragas has always wanted to get into a ecstasy drunk state, but his huge physique always prevented him from getting drunk.For this reason, he became a master brewer and traveled all over the world just to find the raw materials to brew the best ale and get drunk.

"I heard that the purest polar water can only be found here. Warriors of the Northland, if you know anything, please tell me." Gragas' smile stretched his thick red beard.

"I haven't heard of any pure water. But when it comes to brewing water, Bron thinks of one."

The story Braum told had something to do with trolls, and everyone in the Freljord knew that the uglier a troll was, the luckier he was and the more treacherous he was, as if balanced on a scale.

Legend has it that the ugly melonbrak is the oldest troll, because his beard is too long, he often trips over his feet and smashes his nose badly, causing the trolls of later generations to become rosacea, and their appearance has dropped by a notch.

But the troll regards ugliness as beauty and treachery as wisdom, and calls Guabulak a sage and a great virtuous king.Of course, he won this honor not only because he broke his nose, but more importantly because he used his treachery to win the bet against the god of forging Ornn.

Although Guabulak is ugly, he has accumulated many treasures.He was worried about leaving these treasures in the care of those stupid trolls, so he knocked on the door of Furnace Township and asked Ornn to build a security door for his treasure house that no one could open.

Ornn didn't want to talk to him, so Guabrak proposed a bet that "whoever can drink a barrel of troll mead first, the other person will do something for him." Ornn has never lost anyone in drinking, In order to let the troll leave quickly, he agreed.

At the beginning of the game, Guabrak threw a piece of crushed ice into his barrel of wine while Aoun was not paying attention, and the piece of crushed ice continued to dissolve, no matter how much Aoun drank, it was refilled.The mead became weaker and weaker, and it wasn't until after the loss that Ornn found out that Guabrak had done something secretly.

But willing to admit defeat, Aoun fulfilled his promise and spent ten days building a gate that no one can reach, a gate that will not be corroded by magic. He also installed a ram's head on the gate, just like himself .

Guabulak went back triumphantly, but when he wanted to count the treasures the next day, he found that the door couldn't be opened.Ornn, at Guabrak's behest, forged a door that no one, including himself, could open.To this day, when an avalanche comes, the mournful howl of the greedy old Guabrak can still be heard echoing from the mountains.

After listening to the story, Gragas looked at the ram's head on Braum's shield, and his eyelids twitched violently.

Is my good luck coming?

"That piece of crushed ice..." He moved his butt to the high stool at Bron's table, lowered his voice and lowered his voice tentatively with his eyes wide open.

"That thing is called True Ice, and the ice bow in Warmother Ashe's hand is made entirely of True Ice." Facing the fanatical gaze of Ancient Lagas, Bron felt uncomfortable: "You don't think about taking ice. Bow stole the bar?"

"I'm not drunk yet, how could I do such absurd things." Gragas sucked in a sharp breath to put away his obstructing belly, leaned forward and pressed his arms on the table.The table creaked under his weight, and the poro on top seemed to be experiencing an earthquake.

"Bron, did you say Guabrak took back that piece of True Ice after winning the bet?" he asked.

"It should be taken back."

"That means that piece of Zhenbing is still in the treasure house?"

"That treasure house has collapsed."

"It doesn't matter, as long as the things are still in there." Gragas rubbed his hands and laughed, his smile made the Poro tremble with fright. "Could you tell me the exact location of that treasure house? All the things dug up belong to you. I only want that piece of pure ice."

It was only later that Bron realized that Gragas had made up the idea of ​​the piece of Zhenbing, but he didn't care about it, so he replied: "You can take it if you want it, anyway, it's unowned. thing."

Gragas patted his belly happily, and told the boss that he had paid for Bron's drink, and then the two continued to discuss while drinking.

Bron wanted to pay it back himself, but the foreign currency that Zell gave him was not accepted, and Gragas paid in the end.

"You saved me too much money."

This dramatic development made Zell realize that it turns out that if you are popular, you can really go out without money.

(End of this chapter)