At the beginning of the banquet, the atmosphere was a little cold.
Drogba and Hammer looked at the guests sitting across from him with strange eyes. They had received a notification from Brook before, and generally knew the identities of the orc powerhouses. There was curiosity in Hammer's eyes. With repulsion, few people speak.
The orcs couldn't care less about other things.
They were completely defeated by the delicious food and wine in front of them, and put all their thoughts and energy into fighting the food.
In the end, the orcs, who had never enjoyed it so much, were completely drunk.
"It's so delicious, it's so delicious, O'Neill almost swallowed his tongue, this place is really heaven, God of Beasts, let me live here forever!"
Under the influence of alcohol, it was the careless Bill Bear O'Neill who was the first to reveal his true nature.
He completely let go, took off the helmet that covered most of his head, and put it on the ground with a bang. With his arms like iron hoops, he simply picked up an oak wine barrel weighing half a ton, held it high above his head, and drank it directly. up.
Seeing the face of the orc for the first time, the courtiers of Shampoo exclaimed in surprise.
However, the bear man's head does not seem to be as ferocious and ferocious as everyone imagined, but rather cute and naive. O'Neill's action, accompanied by his sincerity, made the Shambord man on the opposite side suddenly reject the orc. So serious.
Someone took the lead, and the other repressed orcs ignored the words of High Priest Fox, so naturally they followed suit.
Beside O'Neill, Nowitzki, the also depressed and hard-working Tauren, laughed loudly, took off his huge helmet that was in the way, and drank heavily.
Fox High Priest Nash originally wanted to stop him, but he heard a loud cheer in his ears, and the Chambord warriors also applauded the boldness of the two orcs, suddenly realized something, smiled slightly, and lowered their heads to the side What did the other companions say.
Soon, the other orcs who were still barely maintaining their restraint also lifted their covers and revealed their true colors.
"Okay, it really is the most forthright and sincere race in the legend!"
Drogba with black hair couldn't help but patted his thigh on the seat opposite Chambord's ministers.
With a bang, the mallet picked up the oak wine barrel weighing half a ton, and walked up to O'Neill, the Bear Bear of the Bir tribe, with a few strides.
"Why don't you dare?"
O'Neill didn't expect that a human race could pick up half a ton of wine barrels at will. Obviously, he had a lot of strength. He immediately looked up at Drogba, bulging his biceps, which were almost as thick as Drogba's waist, and laughed. , stood up provocatively.
To say that Drogba is definitely a giant in Chambord City, but this comparison is a bit dwarfed, and it is far behind O'Neill's lower chest.
The two didn't say much, picked up their respective oak barrels, and started to drink.
In the end, he simply lifted the wine barrel over his head, opened his mouth wide, and poured it down into his stomach.
"Paralyzed, you two bastards, what a waste of my good wine!"
His Majesty the King murmured in his heart, with such a drink, maybe one-third of the good wine was poured on the body and the ground by them, right
But that's fine, alcohol is a wonderful thing.
His Majesty the King wished that these bastards under his account could mingle with the powerful orcs.
Drogba, a bastard, is often messy, but he has a subtlety in his roughness. The reason why he did this must be to understand His Majesty's intentions, and to use this method to shorten the distance between him and the orcs.
Obviously, for the orcs who are used to going straight to the point, Drogba's straight-to-the-point approach really suits their appetite.
Amid the cheers and whistles of the crowd, the wine fight between the two strong men finally came to a conclusion.
Drogba lost a bit wronged.
Because O'Neill's mouth was bigger and his throat was thicker than him, the speed of 'pouring' was naturally a little faster than him, and he ended up losing by a gap of 30 seconds.
Innate disadvantage, there is really no way around this.
However, at the end of the drink, the two fellows with well-developed limbs and simple brains both developed a feeling of sympathy for each other.
"Excellent, you are the first to be able to fight wine with my old Ao!"
O'Neal patted Drogba on the shoulder.
"You are also the first to win a little bit of wine with me."
Didier Drogba jumped up without showing any weakness, and reached for O'Neill's shoulder and patted it back.
The two met and laughed.
At the same time, amidst the uproar, Pierce, Oleg and others also found their opponents with wine barrels. They had a boxing game with Nowitzki from the Bull Tauren, Duncan from the House Centaur and others. order, reached a piece.
Under the influence of alcohol, two fighters of different races quickly became like-minded friends because of their bold natures.
The atmosphere in the hall was completely heated up.
Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling like an old fox who stole a chicken.
The noise of the people, the interlacing of cups and cups, the guessing of fists, and the laughter...
Under the deliberate promotion of His Majesty the King and the deliberate indulgence of Fox High Priest Nash, the banquet gradually reached its climax.
"Drinking doesn't count, you have the ability to compare strength with me."
Suddenly, there was a fool shouting wildly and recklessly.
This proposal caused a burst of applause and applause from the hall.
The crowd parted, and with a bang, Drogba moved a one-meter-high square boulder in the center of the hall, and even started to wrestle with his new best friend Bear O'Neill, surrounded by Chambor warriors and orcs , spitting all over the place cheering for their companions.
In terms of physique and grudge strength, Bill Bear O'Neill is stronger than Drogba.
O'Neill is already at the peak level of the Lieyang class, and Drogba is only at the mid-level of the Full Moon class, and the difference cannot be measured in miles.
However, this arm wrestling was clearly based on pure physical strength.
In this way, Drogba will not be at a disadvantage. Although the Bill Bears are fighters born with supernatural powers, their physique is a whole circle bigger than Drogba, but Drogba has taken the [Hulk Potion], and he grew up the day after tomorrow. Its strength can be called terrifying, no less than that of a giant bear.
The two stalemate for three rounds, and the final result made the orcs almost burst their eyes.
Didier Drogba actually won 2-1.
Such a result obviously made it difficult for the orcs who have always been known for their infinite strength to accept, and they all stood up to challenge.
This is how a unique duel began.
House Duncan, Tauren Ginobili, Artest, Leopard Iverson...
Pierce, Oleg, Robben, Brooke...
Soon, the result of the contest made the orc warriors feel an unprecedented setback. Even Fox Priest Nash, who had been watching quietly and secretly, was surprised. Among them, there are more defeats than victories. Are all Chambord people strongmen
"Brute force says nothing."
The strong Iverson of the Leopard race decided to use another method to save face.