"Do these inferior wines work? Do you need fine wines?" asked Zambit, as he uncorked a rum bottle and poured it over Oz.

"That's my limit!" Barnett jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on, knowing very well what Zambit was implicating, and if he was asked to contribute some more fine wine, he would rather rush into the tornado outside the defense and be dismembered by the huge wind scythes. It's more enjoyable that way, and you don't have to suffer as much as you do now.

"Oz isn't a picky eater, it just needs a good amount!" Katie replied truthfully, not quite understanding what Zambit meant.

"Hear that, enough of them, Uncle Dwarf, if you want to keep a better wine, these rums are not enough in front of you!" Zambit couldn't make another plan, he was determined to make the old dwarf who was fighting him for the reward bleed.

With everyone working together, although Barnett contributed a lot of rum, it had become Oz's food in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, yes!" Barnett said impatiently. After saying that, he pulled out a space sac,—— and in order to keep those higher-grade wines, Barnett had to expose the fact that he had more than one space bag to store the wines.

"Barnett, you're awesome!" Zambit watched in amazement as Barnett began to pour rum out of the second space sac again, almost admiring the old dwarf. It was when he saw that the first space sac had dried up, and then he concluded that there was not much inferior rum in Barnett's hand, but he didn't expect that there was more than one space sac that the old dwarf used to store fine wine!

"Hmph, little guy, I don't despise the wisdom of an old man for nearly two thousand years, and compared to me, you are a little more tender. Barnett swiped his braided beard triumphantly. There is a saying that there are more lice and are not afraid of bites, anyway, he has contributed so much rum, Barnett is numb, and he keeps comforting himself in his heart: "It's just some lowest-grade rum......"

"Katie, how much does Oz need?" asked Rebecca, rubbing her hands dry. Even with her strange strength, after priing so many bottle stoppers with her bare hands, she still felt a little sore.

"It depends on how long the tornado outside lasts, and theoretically Oz has an unlimited amount of food. Katie replied with a somewhat ugly face, apparently remembering some unpleasant memories.

"At least for now, the rum tactics are still working, you can see that Oz's body has become smooth again, and the deep scars from before are gone!" said Coughlon, pointing to Oz's body, which had changed from colorless and transparent to amber like rum.

"It's good to be effective, let's work hard, as long as Uncle Dwarf has enough rum, we will definitely be able to delay until the crisis is resolved. Zambit rolled up his sleeves and said energetically. Since entering the castle to explore, Zambit has never been so comfortable, although the crisis still exists, but he only needs to sell his strength, especially this kind of generous behavior, which makes Zambit, who has suffered enough, suddenly have a feeling of turning over and being in charge.

"A question popped into my mind. Serent's hand suddenly stopped, and a panicked expression appeared on his face.

"What's the problem?" Rebecca asked curiously. This paladin, who has always disliked talking, has always given people the impression that he can faithfully carry out various orders without any complaints, and it is rare for him to take the initiative to give constructive advice.

"Do you think slimes are drunk?" Silent's question drew everyone's attention to Katie, after all, Oz was her pet, and she should theoretically know Oz's habits best.

"Uh-" Katie choked, apparently unaware of the problem.

"Don't you know?" Coughren had a feeling that something was wrong, several of the prophecy images he had seen before were rather vague, and after Serrent asked the question, one of the images reappeared in front of him with unusually clear clarity, and the scene in it was not so comfortable......

"Oz never seemed to have ever drunk......," Katie said with a smirk, too weak to even look into the eyes of the others.

"Barnett, how much do you drink, how many bottles of rum can you drink without getting drunk? Ten bottles, one hundred?" asked Zambit, turning to Barnett suddenly.

"Do you think I'm a vat? I can drink seven, no, eight bottles of rum like this without getting drunk. "Barnett is proud of the amount of rum he drinks, and the average person can only drink three bottles of rum like this.

"How many bottles has Oz already drunk?" Rebecca asked.

"It's about 2,000 bottles. "As its owner, how much rum Oz has drunk, Katie knows how much in mind.

"Nineteen hundred and seventy-nine bottles!" Barnett gave the exact number with a pained face.

"Well, it looks like a slime wouldn't get drunk, otherwise so many bottles of wine would be enough to make it drunk!"

The fact quickly gave Barnett a resounding slap in the face, and almost as soon as his words fell, a loud sound similar to burping sounded throughout the defensive array, and then the entire defensive array began to fill the air with a strong smell of liquor.

Zambit and the others felt that every breath of air they breathed condensed was a glass of high-strength rum. Of them, perhaps only Barnett, who was tested by alcohol, could barely stand in the air of alcohol, while others such as Rebecca, Katie, and Coughren were already flushed and drunk after only two breaths. Even the great Troll Warrior, after holding on for a few more breaths, began to staggered and began to talk drunk.

Barnett should have lasted a little longer, but he had just woken up, and although his brain was clear, his body was still in a sore state of hangover, so he was not much better than Zambit, and could only barely stand.

"Oh no!" Celent was probably the only one of the people still awake thanks to the automatic protection of the Sacred Barrier, and when he saw the others all fall to the ground drunk, the defensive array that everyone had worked together to set up immediately began to crumble, and at least the fire net that belonged to Barnett was gone.

In addition to Oz's body, only Celent's Sacred Barrier is still in play, but now the grim reality is that Celent's Divine Power is running out!

What scares the Sylenders the most is that their worst fears are coming true, and Slime Oz seems to be really drunk. The outermost defensive shield of Oz's body began to writhe irregularly, and Celent could clearly see that the twisting of the defensive shield was by no means affected by the tornado, but from Oz's own active behavior, if I had to describe it accurately, it was like an uncontrolled dance like a drunk person starting to release himself!