Chapter 170 The Bacchanalia

On the bacchanalia.

The street was bustling with people coming and going.

The orcs were celebrating their holiday. Everyone had a smile on their faces, and everyone was happy.

On both sides of the street, there were many stalls selling wines. All kinds of wines were put out, and a strong smell of wine was wafting everywhere.

Sherman and Hedda strolled on the street and reached Central Avenue.

Central Avenue was located in the center of the city. It was the most bustling street in the city.

At the end of the street, people could arrive the royal palace.

Many vendors were shouting and selling their goods, and what they said was the orc language.

Fortunately, Sherman and Hedda had known the language of the orc clan before, so they could understand the people here.

"Good wheat wine! Come and have a taste!"

"Come here if you want strong wine. I'm sure you'll get drunk!"

"Delicious and mellow wine, with a long and lingering taste!"

"Look at the sweet and delicious apple wine."