After taking a sip of strong wine, Aaron felt as if he had drank a ball of fire. However, after the strong burning sensation, Aaron was given a warm feeling that filled his whole body. In this icy and snowy environment, this warm feeling is really precious.
"Haha, the spirits of our dwarves are really good." Barum laughed and raised the bottle in his hand, signaling to Aaron.
"It's really good." Aaron raised the bottle, touched it with Barum, and took a deep sip. After getting used to it before, the burning sensation Aaron felt this time was much lighter, and he could better appreciate the taste of the strong liquor in his mouth.
"Okay, okay, I can't drink any more." Feeling his slightly dizzy head, Aaron waved his hand, indicating that he couldn't drink any more today.
Barum understood this, but gave Aaron a few bottles of spirits to drink on the way. According to Barum, it would be unimaginable for Dun Morogh to travel without spirits. Faced with the enthusiastic dwarf, Aaron did not refuse.
As the unit responsible for patrolling one of the key passages connecting Dun Morogh and Loch Modan, Barum and his mountain patrols have a sufficient supply of alcohol. Grocery merchants will come here every now and then to sell various daily necessities. Sending a few bottles of wine to Aaron is not a big deal.
"Miss Windrunner doesn't seem to like this wine very much?" Barum and Aaron chatted for a while, then turned to look at Vereesa. Vereesa just took a few sips of the bottle and kept holding it in his hand.
"It's too strong, I can't stand it." Vereesa shook her head. Judging from her slightly red face, what she said should be true.
Aaron has also tasted the wine brewed by the elves, which is completely different from the dwarf spirits. Vereesa is used to the wine brewed by the elves from fruits, so it is normal for Vereesa to not be able to adapt to the spirits of the dwarves.
"Goodbye then, you two, I'll treat you to a drink when you come back." Barum watched Aaron and Vereesa return to Dreadwake and leave.
After bidding farewell to Barum, Dreadwake flew all the way to the west. After Barum's guidance, Aaron chose a relatively easy route.
Walking through the mountains of Dun Morogh, Aaron had a deeper understanding of the coldness in this area. It was not that he felt how cold it was. In fact, Aaron had already discovered that since he had Holy Light in his body, his physical fitness has been greatly improved. If his physical fitness was before time travel, he would have been shivering with cold in this environment, and he wished he could light up Dreadwake to keep warm. However, now Aaron just feels that the cold wind blowing between the snowy mountains makes him very energetic.
What really made Aaron understand the coldness of Dun Morogh more clearly was Vereesa. Before, Vereesa kept talking about himself You can't wear too thick clothes that will affect your movements. Now Vereesa has wrapped Aaron's cotton-padded clothes to keep him warm. At first glance, his body has expanded more than twice.
"Just laugh if you want." Vereesa naturally has a very clear understanding of his current image. Seeing Aaron's forced smile, he said dullly.
After wrapping himself in several layers of clothes, Vereesa started to stagger a bit when he walked around. A thought suddenly came to Aaron's mind: he looked like a penguin.
"No, I'm not at all..." But with this thought in his mind, Aaron couldn't say that, but he was interrupted by Vereesa halfway through while suppressing a smile and keeping a straight face.
Vereesa staggered closer to Aaron. Before Aaron could take precautions, he stretched out his hands and pinched Aaron's face. Cheek, pulled him close to her, lowered her head and said to Aaron, "You are so fake when you talk. Can't you see that I am a fool as a sister? Tell me, are you suppressing a smile in your heart?"
"Vereesa?" Aaron felt the coolness coming from Vereesa's fingertips, but noticed something was wrong. Aaron wrinkled his nose, and he smelled a familiar aroma of wine from Vereesa, "Have you drunk too much?"
"I drank too much, how is that possible? Isn't it just dwarf liquor? It's not like I haven't drunk it before, just one bottle." Vereesa released his hands that were holding Aaron's cheeks and said nonchalantly.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. Let me tell you, I'm just too embarrassed to drink too much wine in front of the dwarves. It's just one bottle." Vereesa walked around Aaron and said.
Aaron shook his head slightly. Vereesa's current state was obviously not right, but he knew how to greet drunk people and naturally he would not argue with Vereesa. He just followed Vereesa's words and chatted while correcting the flight direction of the Terror. When Vereesa suddenly attacked just now, it blocked Aaron's sight and caused the flight direction of the Terror to deflect a bit. Fortunately, it was a sunny day in Dun Morogh, and Aaron could adjust the course according to the direction of the sun.
"Let me tell you, Aaron, I have never experienced such cold weather since I was a child. I really don't know how the dwarves live in this place. The ground here is all made of wood. Do you believe it?" Vereesa continued to keep shaking and circling around Aaron, and kept talking at the same time.
"The ground is wood?" Aaron didn't realize what Vereesa was saying for a while, but Vereesa's next words made him understand completely.
"Look, the ground here is still shaking," Vereesa muttered, standing behind Aaron. He also stamped his feet on the deck of Dreadwake and said, "Stop shaking, I'm going to feel dizzy."
"I see." Aaron understood completely. Vereesa was a little too drunk, right?
After thinking about it, Aaron controlled Dreadwake to stop, turned around and grabbed Vereesa, and dragged her into the cabin, coaxing Vereesa to stay in the room like a child. Considering that it was getting late, Aaron simply landed Dreadwake on a flat ground.
After dinner, Vereesa seemed to have finally recovered from his drunken state. However, when facing Aaron, his face was still as red as drunk, and he whispered, "I didn't do anything excessive just now, did I?"
"No." Aaron replied with a smile, and at the same time complained in his heart, if it is not too much to drag me to fly to Ironforge to find a great craftsman or something.
"That's good. I rarely drink alcohol since I was a child because I... you understand, right." Vereesa continued to say to Aaron, "It's strange to say that the dwarf spirits I drank before were not so exciting. I drank based on the amount of alcohol I drank before, and the result..."
What neither Vereesa nor Aaron knew was that the wine that the dwarves sold to the elves was different from what they usually drank. After all, if you want to do business, you have to take the local tastes into consideration. Vereesa was not wronged for being drunk.
After Dun Morogh flew for several days, Aaron and the others finally flew over the territory of the dwarves and entered the sphere of influence of the dwarves. However, this was not obvious from the air. The ground below seemed to be covered with white snow, and only the mountains on both sides showed this.
"Wait a minute, Aaron, there is something abnormal ahead." Just when Aaron was thinking about how to express his desire to cooperate after meeting the great craftsman, Vereesa suddenly patted Aaron on the shoulder and motioned him to look towards the woods ahead.
Aaron controlled Dreadwake to slow down, and looked intently at the snow-covered forest ahead. At first glance, it seemed like it was just an ordinary forest, but after Vereesa's reminder, Aaron noticed something abnormal.
"There seems to be something hidden on the snow?" Aaron said with some uncertainty. He vaguely noticed something was wrong in front of him, but for a while he couldn't tell what was wrong.
"Look at me!" Vereesa took off Titans' Strike and shot a few arrows at random into the dense forest ahead. Although these arrows failed to hit any targets, they still alerted some figures hiding under the snow.
They were a group of large men in ragged clothes, all with hunched bodies and an icy blue color. Their long and slender heads had various strange hairstyles, and a pair of ferocious fangs protruded from their mouths.
"It's Troll!" Vereesa shot an arrow at one of the Troll without thinking. There was nothing we could do about it, There is a feud between High Elf and Troll. Most elf rangers like Vereesa will subconsciously shoot an arrow first before talking about anything else when they see Troll.