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That is, distilled liquor made with modern technology.

Since the excessively concentrated alcohol produced during the wine-making and fermentation process can kill the yeast and make it impossible to continue the fermentation, the alcohol concentration of fermented wine made by traditional methods can only reach 10% to 15% at most.

If you want to increase the concentration of alcohol to make a stronger and stronger wine, only by distilling and blending the fermented wine can you finally make a wine with a higher alcohol concentration.

Although distilled wine is not a very advanced technology, throughout Azeroth, only the alcoholic pandaren in Pandaria have mastered it. The rest of the races, whether dwarves, humans or elves, only produced ordinary Fermented wines - the most special ones just give these wines some magical effects.

And these distilled wines in his hands, according to the habits of the earth, can be called brandy.

Yes, this is the distilled wine made from spirit fruit wine, and on earth, brandy is the name of wine and other fruit wines after distillation, and Ye Ting uses it casually now.

I saw him in the crowd, took out a huge oak barrel from his dragon skin pocket, placed it in the center of the banquet table with a hula, knocking over the surrounding wine and vegetables.

But no one cared, and all the dwarves' eyes - no, their noses - were drawn to the huge oak barrel.

"This...what the hell is this?" Falstad sniffed and made a longing sound, "This mellow scent, this flawless fruity...this...this...what wine is this? "

The King of Wildhammer dwarves, at this moment, seems to have seen the child of his favorite, staring straight at the oak barrel, greedily breathing the intoxicating smell of alcohol in the wind, and swallowing hard. saliva.

Seeing that the king had never seen the world and looked unpromising, Ye Ting nodded with satisfaction and replied, "This is a new fruit wine I developed, called Brandy, I have heard about Wildhammer Dwarves for a long time. I like binge drinking, although I don’t drink much, but I have a lot of research on alchemy, so I developed this spirit as a gift for you.”

"Spirits? Meeting ceremony?" Hearing these two terms, the eyes of the dwarves immediately lit up. Kurdran hurriedly asked without waiting for his brother to speak, "How strong is this wine?"

"Trust me, this wine is stronger than you think, much stronger than any wine you've ever drunk," said Ye Ting with a slight smile, which was noticed by Alleria beside him , the high elves who were quite familiar with Ye Ting immediately understood that this meant that his younger brother was going to cheat.

Sure enough, Ye Ting's next words were quite provocative: "I don't know, would the Wildhammer dwarves dare to drink such wine?"

Wildhammer dwarves are inherently reckless and unrestrained, let alone drinking, which is their favorite and best thing to do.

Kurdran was immediately offended by Ye Ting's words.

"Dare! Why dare not!? There is no wine in this world that we Wildhammer dwarves dare not drink!"

After that, he shouted and climbed onto the dining table, lifted the lid of the oak barrel on tiptoe, and in an instant, a more fragrant wine fragrance filled the room, even Kurdran, who was on tiptoe, couldn't help shaking, Almost didn't stand still.

Just smelling this wine made him feel like he was going to get drunk.

——Sure enough wine!

Kurdran was even more looking forward to it, but he didn't show weakness.

"Come, come!" he shouted happily, "Let's fight three hundred rounds with this wine!"

Chapter 0478: The Interlude - Drunk Night

Kurdran's scooping action was quite rude. He directly used the big wooden wine glass as a wine spoon, reached into the wine barrel and scooped out a full glass of brandy, and then poured it into his stomach without looking at it.

Ye Ting couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly after seeing that rude look like a whale swallowing a cow.

It seems that this dwarf old brother is somewhat taken by the fact that he drinks a strong liquor like brandy like ordinary ale and beer.

As the clear amber liquid poured into the mouth, Kurdran first felt an elegant and delicate fruity aroma and rich aged woody aroma, such a sweet taste with a deep elf style, however Even a Wildhammer dwarf like Kurdran has to admire the delicate and perfect taste, which is completely incomparable to the poor fermentation of dwarven ale.

And then, the place that surprised and surprised him appeared.

A strong smell of alcohol filled his mouth, and the taste was so strong that it made him feel that the wine he had drunk in the past was just like water that was disgustingly weak.

However, when the drink was in his stomach, he realized that the evaluation just now underestimated this glass of "brandy".

Because he felt it, a domineering wine burst out in his stomach, forming a stream of heat that flowed all the way to his chest, and then rose to his forehead.

This wine is much stronger than it looks, and it has a lot of stamina. Just this time, he felt that he was about to get drunk.

When did Kurdran Wildhammer get drunk so easily?

Shaking his head vigorously, Kurdran forced himself to wake up, only then did he realize that his compatriots around the dining table, including his brother Falstad, were all looking at him with expectant eyes , waiting for his evaluation of the brandy.

He opened his mouth, and what came out was a big booze burp.

"—Good wine, strong enough!" Kurdran couldn't wait to scoop another glass, then jumped off the table, tiptoed beside Ye Ting and patted him on the shoulder (reluctantly) and said in admiration, "Brother Sander, I really have you. Yes, this brandy is better than you say, I've never seen such a good wine."

——Do you become brothers if you have good wine?These dwarves are real.

After hearing Kurdran's high evaluation, the rest of the dwarves were like athletes who heard the starting gun, rushing to the table, waving their wine glasses to grab a drink.

Every dwarf who grabbed the wine took a gulp and snorted in admiration.

Relying on his status as the king of the Wildhammer, Falstad shouted peace to his subjects, but everyone was equal before the wine, and no one gave him his place.

Seeing such a grand event in front of her, Alleria looked at Ye Ting with a strange look. She did not expect that her younger brother would make such a good thing while she was not paying attention.

She clearly remembered that Ye Ting did indeed buy several barrels of elf fruit wine when she and Sylvanas were out in Silvermoon City.

But she didn't know how Ye Ting turned the light elf fruit wine into the strong brandy that made the dwarves so addicted to it.

As a mage, Ye Ting not only achieved far more achievements than many senior mage at a young age, but also made great achievements in politics and military affairs. Now she has discovered again that he can actually make wine.

It seems that this little brother has a lot of secrets.

Alleria narrowed her eyes, but in the end, she did not ask Ye Ting any questions on the spot, but joined the dwarves' queue and used her agility as an elf ranger to easily scoop a glass of brandy.

After she tried to take a sip, she almost spit it out.

"Is this... also a drink that people can drink?"

Alleria felt that after the wine entered her throat, a strong smell of alcohol shot straight into her nose, almost preventing her from shedding tears. The cells in her mouth seemed to be dehydrated by alcohol, making her feel thirsty. Feel.

Brandy...really extraordinary.