Some people are born to be unable to touch the wine, but they will get drunk as soon as they touch the wine.

Some people are born to be drunk without being drunk.

There is no way, the alcohol-removing enzymes in the body are particularly active when someone is born.

The dwarfs don't understand this thing, and they also know that there is indeed a gap in the amount of alcohol used by people.

Brian was also happy about Mark's answer.

"Okay! I'm so brave! I recognize you as a friend."

"Puff!" At this moment, Duke, who was playing remote control game in Karazan, burst into laughter, holding back his laughter and controlling Mark calmly replied: "Thank you!"

Mark Dooku, a puppet without self-awareness and even without brains, is born with no possibility of drunkenness.

If Brian was foolishly fighting with this Mark, he would never win even if he had drunk his liver.

Fortunately, Brian was not so idle, and he was fighting with a new little wizard in his eyes.

"Oh! Such a majestic open-circuit equipment is useless to use it to push a thorn, which is a pity." Brian took out another bottle of wine, took a sip, and muttered casually.

"Oh, what else can I do?" Duke asked casually.

"Stand the ground for large-scale projects, or fill the river or something!"

Fill the river?

This thought seemed like thunder and suddenly struck Duke's mind. In Karazan, Duke suddenly shuddered, as if he had grasped some key.

Filling rivers? Covering lakes to build fields?

Wait, isn't this...

Duke was excited!

He unconsciously controlled Mark Duku and grabbed Brian's shoulders that were as generous as if they were a wall: "Thinking! I thought of it! We don't have to fight with Vasqi's Naga at all! We filled the lake in the Taroka Forest with soil, and directly built a dam at the pass. Can Naga love come?"

"Oh oh" Brian looked climaxy, and he was deeply shocked by this extraordinary idea: "Good idea! In this way, we don't have to look at the faces of those druids who advocate nature, but use science to flatten everything!"

"Yes! Suppose everything!" Duke shouted.

Next to him, a group of people were watching two figures, one tall and one short, screaming and regretting that they met too late. The guards of the short room were not surprised, and Thomas was so surprised, and Tulle even looked like he didn't know what they were talking about, and he always felt very powerful, and then he started to cheer with "Oh oh!"

They didn't know that at this moment, a life-and-death battle is underway on the eastern edge of the Zanga Marsh bordering the Hellfire Peninsula.

The turbid lake water is constantly surging, and from time to time, large masses of blood are coming up. At the bottom of the lake with a poor vision, there are all nonsense, such tactics and cooperation.

Although it was a tentative battle, if no information could be collected and the war damage was reported in shame, he really didn't know what would happen to him.

Over the past few days, he had already understood what kind of person Varian Wrien, the chief commander of the Foreign Regions, was more rigid than the highly praised Duke Marcus. He could tolerate failure, but could not tolerate cowardice.

So Vandal* Deer Helmet had to go into the sea in person, oh, go into the water to fight.

After making no less than twenty Nagas, Vandal was heartbroken.

As a strong man entering the hero realm, his perception is stronger than all other druids, so he can clearly feel that most of the corpses floating under the water are taurens and night elves, and none of them belong to Naga.

Compared with the flexible and tactical cooperation of Naga, Cenario's druid is simply a baby level. Naga does not even need to pull the druids away, but just a simple attack. Two Nagas can easily stab a druid to death by joining forces.

As a last resort, Vandal released a unique natural magic fluctuation.

That's a signal of retreat!

It was at this moment that Vandal suddenly felt a bell in his heart.

According to legend, evil energy has the ability to devour all life and souls to transform into its own strength, but this statement is too exaggerated.

Vandal didn't know if the opponent suddenly appeared at this moment used evil energy.

He only felt an invisible huge gravity generated at the bottom of the water that gathered the entire Anze Lake behind him.

He turned the head of the sea lion and was shocked to see ten meters away, a hazy slim Naga girl shadow with multiple arms had a unique longbow on her hand. A dense layer of lightning floated on the gorgeous longbow, which even allowed Vandal to see the extremely fine patterns on it through the turbid lake water. But when you look closely, it was not lightning at all. After all, lightning conducts quickly underwater and disappears in two strokes.

It was a layer of translucent, almost blue-white lines, either arc or straight, and the complex lines were like magic circles engraved on the longbow.

Using a longbow under the water gave Vandal a ridiculous feeling, but the other party did this, and the strong aura emitted from the other party made Vandal's scalp numb and felt a stiff feeling like electric shock on his entire spine.

So strong!

Will die!

If I force myself to take her an arrow, I will really die!

What a joke!

Why do you have to face a druid who has not entered the divine realm?

Without even a tenth of a second hesitation, Vandal turned around and ran away.

"Hehe! Run! If you can't shoot you, the skills I have learned over the years will be in vain." The powerful female demigod Naga smiled charmingly, and the sound of the soul in her mouth spread to all directions and directly into Vandal's spiritual sea.

Vandal was still twisting his body desperately, accelerating! Accelerating! Accelerating again!

He didn't know how long he had swam.

Maybe it's a few seconds, or just a few breaths, but the water surface is getting closer and closer, and he can clearly feel the hope of freedom and vitality.

An unprecedented excitement spreads throughout every cell in the body.

At this moment, Vandal suddenly felt his body hanging in the air.

That is the feeling of emptiness that you can't reach the world or the earth.

Incredibly astonished, Vandal turned his sea lion head again, and he saw a scene that made him extremely desperate.

All the water around was instantly drained. The female Naga, who should be named Vasqi, actually sucked away half of the lake water of the Anze Lake, compressed beyond imagination, and finally turned into a not-giant arrow, which was placed on the string of the gorgeous carved longbow.

At this moment, his dignified druid Vandal* deer helmet was hanging directly above a huge vortex, being pulled by an inexplicable force, or being held up, unable to move at all.
Chapter completed!