Some people were born unable to drink, and they would get drunk the moment they touched alcohol.
There were also people who were born without getting drunk.
It couldn't be helped. The enzymes in their bodies were especially active when they were born.
The dwarves didn't understand this stuff, but they knew that there was a difference in alcohol tolerance between people.
Bu Laing was amused by Mark's answer.
"Good! You have guts! I'll take you as my friend. "
"Pfft!" At that moment, Duque, who was playing a remote control game in Karazhan, burst out laughing. He controlled Mark and replied calmly, "Thank you!"
Mark Dooku, a puppet without self-awareness or even a brain, was born without the possibility of getting drunk.
If Bu Laing foolishly competed with Mark in drinking, he wouldn't be able to win even if he drank until his liver exploded.
Fortunately, Bu Laing wasn't so free to compete in drinking with a new little wizard in his eyes.
"Sigh! Such a magnificent piece of equipment is useless for pushing down thorns. What a pity. "Bu Laing took out another bottle of wine, took a sip, and muttered casually.
"Oh, what else can it be used for?" Duque asked casually.
"For large-scale projects, flattening the ground, or filling in the river!"
Filling in the river?
This idea suddenly struck Duque's mind like a bolt of lightning. In Karazhan, Duque suddenly had an idea. He seemed to have grasped something important.
Filling in the river? Reclaiming the lake?
Wait, wouldn't this be …
Duque was excited!
Instinctively, he controlled Mark Dooku and grabbed Brian's shoulder, which was as thick as a wall. "I got it!" he said. I got it! We don't have to fight with Vashj's Naga in the water! We can fill the lake in Terokkar Forest with soil and make a dam or something at the pass. The Naga can come or not if they want! "
"Oh oh oh …" Bu Laing looked very excited. He was also deeply shocked by this extraordinary idea. "Good idea! This way, we don't have to care about those druids who worship nature. We can just use science to flatten everything! "
"Yes! Flatten everything! "Duque shouted.
At the side, a group of people were looking at the two figures, one tall and one short, shouting at each other. The dwarf's secret chamber guards were not surprised, but Thomas was very surprised. Hoof looked as if he did not know what they were talking about and thought it was very impressive, and followed up with "Oh oh oh!"
What they didn't know was that at this very moment, at the eastern edge of Zangarmarsh, bordering the Hellfire Peninsula, a battle to the death was going on.
The muddy lake water was constantly surging, and from time to time, large blobs of blood would emerge. At the bottom of the lake where the visibility was terrible, all tactics and coordination were just nonsense.
Although it was a probing battle, if he couldn't gather any information and reported the losses to the higher-ups, he really didn't know what would happen to him.
Over the past few days, he had come to understand what kind of person Varian Wrynn, the commander of the Outland Allied Forces, was. Compared to the highly acclaimed Duke Marcus, Varian's actions were more unyielding. He could tolerate failure, but he could not tolerate cowardice.
So Fandral Staghelm had to personally go into the sea, oh, into the water to fight.
After killing no less than twenty Nagas, Fandral's heart turned cold.
As a strong person who had stepped into the realm of heroes, his senses were stronger than all the other druids, so he could clearly feel that the corpses floating at the bottom of the lake were mostly Tauren and Night Elves. Less than one in ten belonged to the Nagas.
Compared with the flexible and tactically coordinated nagas, Cenarion's druids were like babies. The Nagas did not even need to specifically lure the druids away. They only needed to make a simple diversion, and two Nagas could easily kill a druid together.
As a last resort, Fandral released a unique natural magic wave.
That was the signal to retreat!
At this moment, Fandral's heart suddenly rang with alarm.
Legend had it that dark energy had the ability to devour all life and souls to turn into its own power, but this was too exaggerated.
Fandral did not know if the opponent that suddenly appeared at this moment was using dark energy.
He only felt a powerful invisible gravitational force at the bottom of the lake, and the water of the entire Darkpool Lake was gathering behind him.
He turned around the sea lion's head, and was shocked to see a hazy, slender Naga with multiple arms ten meters away, holding a strange longbow in her hand. The ornate longbow was covered in a dense layer of lightning, and Fandral could even see the intricate patterns on it through the murky lake water. But upon closer inspection, it was not lightning at all. After all, lightning traveled very quickly underwater, and it would disappear in a matter of seconds.
It was a layer of translucent blue and white lines, either curved or straight, and those complicated lines looked like a magic circle engraved on the longbow.
Using a longbow underwater gave Fandral a feeling of utter absurdity, yet the other party did it. Furthermore, the powerful aura emanating from the other party made Fandral's scalp go numb. His spine stiffened as if he had been electrocuted.
So powerful!
I'll die!
I'll really die if I take an arrow from her!
What a joke!
Why must I, a druid who has yet to step into the realm of gods, face a demigod?
Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Fandral turned and ran.
"Hehe! Run, run! If I can't hit you, my ten thousand years of training will be in vain. " The powerful demigod female Naga smiled seductively, and the voice of her soul spread in all directions, directly into Fandral's spiritual sea.
Fandral was still desperately twisting his body. Speed up! Speed up! Speed up again!
He did not know how long he had been swimming.
Maybe it was a few seconds, or maybe it was just the usual time of three to five breaths. Anyway, the surface of the water was getting closer, and he could clearly feel the hope of freedom and vitality.
An unprecedented excitement spread through every cell in his body.
At this moment, Fandral suddenly felt his body hanging in the air.
It was a feeling of emptiness where he could neither reach the sky nor the ground.
With great astonishment, Fandral turned his sea lion's head again, and he saw a scene that made him feel incomparable despair.
All the water in the surroundings had been sucked out in an instant. The female Naga, who should be called Vashj, had actually sucked away a small half of the Darkpool Lake's water, compressing it beyond imagination, and finally turned it into an arrow that was not very large, nocked on the bowstring of the gorgeous carved longbow.
And at this moment, he, the great druid, Fandral Staghelm, was actually suspended directly above a huge whirlpool. He was being pulled by an inexplicable force, or perhaps he was being held up, and he could not move at all.
At this moment, the slender fingers of Vashj's right hand suddenly loosened, and the thin water arrow left the bowstring.
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