Invincible Ghost Army

Jero came up slowly and put the wine on the table.

Patted the wine jar: "boy, ten gold coins, this is the rule!"

With a smile, Jiang Mo took out ten gold coins from the space ring and put them on the table.

"Go

"Good...!" Jero took the gold coin and pulled the lid on the wine jar.

"Bang!" He opened the wine jar directly, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of wine. It was much bigger than before!

Aged wine, absolutely genuine aged wine.

Jero picked up the jar and poured it on to Jiang Mo, only to see that the wine fell into the line. In the whole process, only a wisp of wine flowed out, but it never broke.

Good wine, the level of Jerome's pouring, stronger!

"Master, would you like a drink?" Jiang Mo looks at Jero.

"What? Are you really willing to buy me a drink? " Although Jero is the boss here, the pub belongs to the dwarves, and he has no right to drink it secretly. Otherwise, as for the few drops he just threw open his mouth to pick it up?

Dwarves are born with good reputation. They will never steal everything in the family. Even if Jero dreams of drinking good wine all day long, he will not steal a jar!

Sitting up, Jiang Mo and Jerome finished a jar.

Jiang Mo took ten gold coins, and then opened two more jars.

From noon to night, even the dwarves can't carry it.

"Well! Man, you are the most powerful guy I have ever seen Jerome also had to admire Jiang mo.

Jiang Mo shook his head, barely to stay awake, heart secretly scolded: "mother, this dwarf's wine is too much, right? Can the dead feel drunk? "

Indeed, Jiang Mo meant to drink too much.

However, Jiang Mo must be a dead soul, still keep awake, that is, he is a dead soul, if it is really human, he is afraid that at noon, two cups will lie on the ground!

With a little bit of drunkenness, Jiang Mo said: "brother Jero, dwarves, he's too weak!" Jiang Mo and Jerome have long been brothers, but at this moment, Jiang Mo is ready to take heart.

"What? Jiang Mo, how can you say that? " Jero was a little upset, but apparently a little vague.

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Mo said, "look at the great forging masters. What are you mixed up into?"

"Well?" Jerome looked around and patted the table: "hum! It's not the orcs. If they didn't restrict the dwarves from selling weapons to humans, how could the dwarves be reduced to such a state? "

"For so many years, the dwarves have no source of income, and their status in the multi-ethnic forbidden area is not as good as before!"

Jiang Mo laughed: "is it not as good as before? I think it's the end of the crane! "

Although Jero doesn't know what crane tail means, he can probably analyze that Jiang Mo's words are absolutely not good words!

Holding his breath, Jero drained his glass of wine.

Jiang Mo lay on the table and whispered: "Jero, I can buy a batch of equipment at three times the price, OK? Can this save the face of the dwarves? "

"What did you say?" Jero looked around. "Triple?"

Jiang Mo nodded: "yes, the current market value of three times, you help?"

Jero shook his head: "no! It's not up to me! Although I'd like to sell it to you, I know, patriarch, I won't agree! "

Jiang Mo gave Jero a glass of wine: "in this way, you take me to see your patriarch, OK, I'm not forced, really not, I can add some, if he said, not yet, I'll leave immediately!"