Some people are born with a drop of alcohol that they can't get drunk, and they get drunk when they get drunk.

There are also people who are born with a thousand cups and are not drunk.

There is no way, some people are born with hangover enzymes that are particularly active.

The dwarves don't understand it, and they know that there is a disparity in the amount of alcohol between people.

Brian was also happy with this Mark's answer.

"Okay! I recognize you as a friend. ”

"Poof!" At this moment, Duke, who was playing a remote control game in Karazanri, burst out laughing, and calmly replied with a smile: "Thank you!"

Mark Dooku, a puppet with no self-consciousness and no brain, is inherently inherently incapable of getting drunk.

If Brian had foolishly fought with this Mark, he wouldn't have won even if he drank his liver.

Luckily, Brian wasn't so idle, drinking with a new little mage in his eyes.

"Alas, it's a pity that such a majestic open-circuit device is useless to push a thorn. Brian took out another bottle of wine, took a sip, and muttered casually.

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

"Leveling the ground for a large project, or filling the river!"

Reclamation?

The thought suddenly slammed into Duke's mind. In Karazhan, Duke was a spirit, and he seemed to grasp the key.

Reclamation of rivers, enclosing lakes and making fields?

Wait, isn't that ......

Duke was excited!

He unconsciously controlled Mark Dooku and grabbed Brian's shoulder, which was as broad as a wall: "I thought of it! I thought of it! We don't have to fight the Naga of Vasqi at all! We filled all the lakes in the Teroka Forest with earth and made a dam directly at the pass or something. Naga love doesn't come!"

"Oooh-oh-" Brian looked high-spirited, and he was also deeply shocked by this extraordinary idea: "What a good idea!

"Yes! bulldoze everything!" shouted Duke.

Beside him, a group of people were watching the two figures, one tall and one short, shouting and screaming at each other. When the guard of the elf's secret room was surprised, Thomas was greatly surprised, and the hoof had a very powerful expression that he didn't know what they were talking about, and heckled with "Oooh!"

Unbeknownst to them, at this very moment, on the eastern edge of the Zangar Marsh on the border with the Hellfire Peninsula, a life-and-death struggle was underway.

The murky water of the lake was constantly surging, and from time to time large balls of blood came up. At the bottom of the lake with a bad view, what tactics and any coordination are nonsense.

Although it was a tentative battle, if he couldn't gather any information, he really didn't know what would happen to him if he reported the battle damage in a gloomy way.

In the past few days, he has come to understand what kind of man Varian Ureon, the commander-in-chief of the Allied forces in the Outlands, is a tougher man than the acclaimed Duke Marcus. He can tolerate failure, but he can't tolerate cowardice.

So Vandal Deer Helmet had to personally go to the sea, oh, into the water to fight.

After making no less than twenty naga, Vandal was chilled.

As a strong person who has stepped into the realm of heroes, his perception is stronger than that of all other druids, so he can clearly feel that the vast majority of the corpses floating under the water are minotaurs and night elves, and there is simply one out of ten who belong to Naga.

Compared to the nimble and tactical Naga, Cenarion's druid is nothing short of infantile. Naga don't even need to go out of their way to lure the druids away, just do a simple slam and the two Naga can easily stab a druid to death.

As a last resort, Vandal unleashed a unique wave of natural magic.

That's the signal to retreat!

It was at this time that Vandal suddenly had a wake-up call in his heart.

Legend has it that evil energy has the ability to devour all life and soul in order to turn it into its own power, but this is also an exaggeration.

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

He only felt that an invisible and huge gravitational force had generated from the entire bottom of the water, converging the water of the entire Dark Lake behind him.

He turned the sea lion's head and was horrified to see a hazy, slender Naga figure with multiple arms ten meters away with a strange longbow in her hand. The ornate longbow floated with a dense layer of thunder light, allowing Vandal to see the intricate patterns on it through the murky waters. But if you look closely, it's not thunder at all, after all, thunder and lightning are conducted very quickly underwater, and they will disappear in two clicks.

It was a layer of translucent, almost blue-white lines, arcs or straights, and those intricate 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 it, and the strong aura emanating from the other party's body made Vandal's scalp tingle, and his whole back felt stiff like an electric shock.

It's so strong!

It's going to die!

Eat her with an arrow, I'm really going to die!

Are you kidding!

Why do I have to be a druid who hasn't stepped into the realm of gods to face a demigod powerhouse?

Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Van Dahl turned and ran.

"Hee-hee, run, run, run, can't shoot you, the skills I have cultivated over the years will be in vain. The powerful demigod female Naga smiled seductively, and the soul voice from her mouth spread in all directions, directly into Vandall's spiritual sea.

Vandal was still writhing desperately, accelerating, accelerating, accelerating!

How long he swam, he didn't know.

Maybe it was a few seconds, or maybe it was just the usual three or five breaths, but the water was getting closer and closer, and he could clearly feel the hope of freedom and life.

An unprecedented excitement spreads through every cell in the body.

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

It was a sense of emptiness that could not reach the world and the ground.

In utter astonishment, Vandal twisted his sea lion's head again, and he saw a scene that made him desperate.

All the surrounding water was instantly emptied, and the female Naga, who was supposed to be named Vasqi, actually sucked up the water of the small half of the dark lake, compressed it beyond imagination, and finally turned into a small arrow, which was attached to the bowstring of the ornate carved longbow.

And at this moment, his dignified druid, Vandal Deer Helmet, was actually suspended directly above a huge whirlpool, pulled by an inexplicable force, or held up, unable to move at all.

At this time, Vaskey's slender and slender right finger suddenly loosened, and the thin water arrow came out of the string.