Griftah picked up his glass, brought it to his nose, and smelled it carefully, his brow furrowing imperceptibly.
A drop of wine was picked up and dropped onto the blanket, producing a piercing sound, and a large area of the blanket was instantly scorched.
Vol'jin and Cairne were shocked to see this; it was clearly no ordinary wine, and drinking it would likely cause their intestines to burst.
Cairne lowered his head, avoiding looking at the wine in his glass, and, suppressing his thirst, whispered:
"I'm sorry, but since my father passed away, I've sworn never to drink again. We Tauren always keep our word and never lie."
Vol'jin sighed deeply, "When I was young, I was too fond of drinking and made a mistake that cost a hero his life. From that moment on, I swore that if I ever drank, I would cut off my own head."
Griftah secretly scoffed. Before they set off, the two of them had gotten completely drunk at the most luxurious hotel in Shattrath City, almost unconscious.
Emperor Terokk grinned, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace:
"Are all the men of Azeroth Imp? We men of Draenor are men of the highest order, we can't live without wine, what fun is there for Arakkoa without it?"
Vol'jin and Cairne bit their lips hard, refusing to smell the aroma of the wine. Emperor Terokk waved his hand, Arakkoa maids removed the roast meat and wine.
Emperor Terokk sat up straight, shaking his head and saying, "You two are clearly heroes among men, Mastery of music. On such a rare night, would you be willing to play a piece for everyone? Your refusal to eat or drink makes me feel quite embarrassed. If you can make everyone happy, I would even give you my crown."
The Arakkoa maidservants brought out three musical instruments and presented them to the three men respectively.
There was a hand drum in front of Vol'jin.
When Vol'jin was young and living in seclusion, he often played a hand drum to relieve his worries and boredom.
The art of playing the hand drum was taught by Bwonsamdi, who believed that no musician in the Bwonsamdi Zandalari Empire could compare to him.
In front of Cairne was a shepherd's flute.
The Bloodhoof family is known as the herdsmen of cattle. Upon hearing the Bloodhoof family's flute, no matter how busy Tauren, they must put down what they are doing and gather before the Warchief.
The shepherd's flute is a symbol of power in the Bloodhoof family, and every member of the Bloodhoof family is a skilled shepherd's flute player.
In front of Griftah was an exquisite harp.
Among the various races of Azeroth, the Kobolds are the most skilled at playing the harp and have the most Bards.
In his youth, Griftah dreamed of becoming Bards and studied under the most famous Bards of the time.
The Kobold was very old, with snow-white fur all over his body. Griftah was his most outstanding disciple.
A sense of melancholy welled up in Vol'jin's heart as he recalled the carefree days he spent with Bwonsamdi.
The simpler times are long gone; adrift in the murky world, we have become unrecognizable.
I long to play the hand drum and relive the feeling of my youth, even if only for a moment.
Cairne's eyes filled with tears as he recalled the carefree and wonderful times he spent in Thunder Bluff.
Unfortunately, everything is gone. Since the Orcs entered Kalimdor, the honest Tauren had to become cunning to adapt to the changing times.
Cairne longed to play his shepherd's flute again, to relive those simple days that were gone forever.
Griftah gazed excitedly at the harp, recalling the days he spent learning from his Kobold mentor.
Throughout Griftah's turbulent life, there were very few times of peace and happiness; his apprenticeship was arguably the happiest period of his life.
Emperor Terokk's lips curled into a smug smile as he clapped his hands and exclaimed in praise:
"The three of you are all men of passion; why not play a duet together and let us witness the music of the Azeroth?"
The guests below joined in the jeering, Grom Hellscream sang an ancient Warsong Clan, while Uther across from him hummed a folk song of Lordaeron.
Unable to refuse the warm invitation and deeply moved, Griftah was about to pick up his harp when a voice reached his ears.
"Examine the strings closely?"
Griftah instantly regained consciousness, carefully pulling a thread from the blanket beneath him and placing it on the violin strings.
The thin thread immediately broke in two.
These strings are exceptionally sharp; if you were to play a single tune, your fingers would be cut off.
Vol'jin and Cairne were still lost in their reverie when Griftah secretly pulled them back.
He pulled out another thin thread and carefully placed it on Cairne's shepherd's flute.
The fine threads instantly burned to ashes; the temperature of the shepherd's flute was terrifyingly high.
Griftah looked closely at the hand drum in front of Vol'jin, then tore a piece of cloth from his sleeve and threw it onto the drum.
The hand drum revealed a large mouth full of sharp teeth, which swallowed the piece of cloth whole and chewed it greedily.
These instruments have a problem.
Vol'jin, his face grim, said apologetically:
"It is an Azeroth tradition to honor Emperor Terokk the Great with joy through song and music. Today, however, I am not in the mood and am not in the right state of mind. Please forgive me for not being able to perform."
Cairne said nervously, "The Tauren Chieftain's flute is a symbol of law and authority; it cannot be played on ordinary occasions."
Griftah was the most straightforward. "I don't play the harp."
Emperor Terokk was furious after being rejected again:
"Your repeated rejections are an insult to the Arakkoa Empire. The Arakkoa are known for their hospitality, which puts me in a very difficult position."
Seeing the Emperor's gloomy expression, Vol'jin and the other two were terrified.
Emperor Terokk sighed:
"Very well, the Arakkoa absolutely cannot neglect their guests. I have three daughters, hatched by my favorite concubine, the three most dazzling pearls of the Arakkoa Empire. I will now order them to come out and serve wine, hoping to satisfy you."
Vol'jin and his companions were greatly relieved to hear this. Different races have completely different aesthetic views. In the eyes of Trolls and Tauren, Arakkoa women had no charm whatsoever.
Accompanied by pleasant music, a tinkling sound came from behind.
In the Sethekk Halls, gasps of astonishment rose and fell, and several Arakkoa guards simply fainted.
Three elegantly dressed Arakkoa women, each with a captivating smile, gracefully approached and sat down beside Vol'jin and his companions.
Vol'jin's eyes widened instantly. The Arakkoa woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful; once he looked at her, he couldn't look away.
Cairne stared blankly at the Arakkoa woman beside him, never imagining that an Arakkoa woman could attract him so much.
Griftah dared not look at the Arakkoa woman beside him, his heart pounding as if on a first date, unsure where to look.
Three Arakkoa women, their eyes alluring, slowly approached, their subtle fragrance intoxicating.
Suddenly, an image of a Troll woman with exquisite fangs appeared in Griftah's mind, instantly bringing him to his senses.
"Lisa, my dearest," Griftah whispered.
The Arakkoa- woman before him had become hideously ugly. Griftah, disgusted, hid to the side. The Arakkoa- woman, having been rebuffed, glared at him with wide eyes in resentment.
Griftah will never forget that when he was learning the harp, a Troll girl named Lisa entered his heart.
That was a beautiful first love, the softest spot in my heart.
Griftah murmured the name Lisa, Cairne's body jolted, and a graceful little heifer appeared before him.
The woman named Lisa, whom Cairne could never have, was the unattainable white moonlight in his heart. She brought tears to his eyes instantly, and he never looked at the Arakkoa woman beside him again.
Vol'jin clenched his fists tightly. He considered himself a man destined for great things, and a man destined for great things should not be concerned with personal feelings.
To his utter surprise, the woman he thought he had forgotten was suddenly stirred up, filling his heart in an instant.
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