The aroma of wine wafted through the air was simply too tempting. Dwarfs were not a race known for their brewing skills, but their desire to possess fine wines was stronger than that of any other race combined.
These Desert Dwarfs tied to the date palm trees had their nostrils violently twitching, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down in futile swallows, eyes glued to the oak wine barrel. Their gazes were so intense, they could shame the hungriest of hyenas; if looks could devour, not a woodchip of that barrel would be left.
Upon hearing the Beamon say so, most of the Desert Dwarfs' eyes began to waver.
"Listen, this isn't about betraying military secrets, but rather, the secrets have already been exposed! What you need now is to trade for a dignified death, like a true warrior! If I were you, I would definitely become a ghost content with a full belly," continued Liu Shock in his agitation.
An inner struggle began to emerge in the eyes of the Desert Dwarfs.
