Stormwind God

Some people are born with a drop of wine that can't be touched.

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

There is no way, the hangover enzyme in the body is particularly active when born.

The dwarf does not understand this thing, and knows that there is indeed a gap between people.

Brian was also happy with this Mark's answer.

"Okay! Have courage! I recognize your friend."

"Oh!" At this moment, Duke Karazani playing the remote control game smiled and smirked and controlled Mark calmly and answered, "Thank you!"

Mark Dooku, the unconscious, even the brain, is naturally not drunk.

If Brian fools with this Mark stupidly, he won't win even if his liver bursts.

Fortunately, Brian was not so busy, and he had a drink with a new little mage in his eyes.

"Well! Such a majestic open circuit device is useless to push a thorn, it's a shame." Brian took out another bottle of wine, took a sip, and muttered casually.

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

"Flaten the ground for a large project, or fill a river!"

Fill the river?

The idea was thunderous, and it suddenly struck Duke's mind. At Karazhan, Duke stunned a spirit, as if he had grasped some key.

Fill the river? Farming around the lake?

Wait, isn't this ...

Duke is excited!

He unconsciously controlled Mark Dooku, and grabbed Brian's shoulders as broad as a wall suddenly: "Think! I thought! We don't have to fight with Vasque's Naga at all! We put Tyro The lake in Kalin was filled with soil, and a dam or something was built directly at the pass. Naga loves not to come! "

"Oh, oh," Brian looked like a climax. He was also deeply shocked by this extraordinary idea: "Good idea! So we don't have to look at those druids who admire nature, and use science directly. Push everything! "

"Yes! Push everything!" Duke shouted.

Beside, a group of people yelled at each other while watching two figures, one tall and one short. Seeing that the dwarf's backroom guard was strange, Thomas was very surprised, and the hoof was always a terrible expression without knowing what they were talking about, followed by "oh oh!"

They didn't know that at this moment, a battle between life and death was taking place on the eastern edge of Zangarmarsh bordering the Hellfire Peninsula.

The turbid lake was surging constantly, and from time to time, large groups of blood came up. At the bottom of the lake with poor visibility, all tactics and cooperation are blind.

Although it is a tentative battle, if no information can be collected and the battle damage report is sent up, he really does not know what will happen to him.

Over the past few days, he has understood what kind of man Varian Wrynn, the commander of the Allied Alliance, has done in a much harder way than the acclaimed Duke Marcus. He can tolerate failure, but cannot tolerate weakness.

So Fan Daer Deer Helmet had to go into the sea himself, oh, go into the water to fight.

After no less than twenty naga were made, Vandal was chilling.

As a strong man who stepped into the field of heroes, his perception is stronger than all other druids, so he can clearly feel that the bodies floating in the water are mostly tauren and night elves, which belong to Naga None of the ten.

Compared with the flexible and tactical Naga, Cenarion's Druid is almost infant-level. Naga doesn't even need to lead the druids away. Just make a simple sound and hit the west, two Naga can join hands to easily stab a druid.

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

That's a sign of retreat!

At this moment, Van Dahl suddenly alarm bell masterpiece.

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

Fandal doesn't know if the opponent suddenly emerging at this moment is using evil energy.

He just felt that a huge invisible gravitational force had formed across the bottom of the water to converge the water behind him.

He turned the head of the sea lion and was shocked to see ten meters away. A slender Naga female figure with multiple arms had a strange long bow in his hand. A dense layer of thunder light floats on the ornately shaped long bow, which can even allow Fandal to see the fine pattern on the turbid lake. But if you take a closer look, it is not a thunderbolt at all. After all, thunder and lightning conduct quickly under water, and the two will disappear.

It was a layer of translucent, almost blue and white lines, or arcs or straight, and those complicated lines were like magic arrays engraved on the long bow.

The use of a long bow under the water gave Van Dahl a ridiculous feeling, but the other side did just that, and the strong breath from the other side made Fan Dahl's scalp numb, and the entire spine had a kind of electric stiffness sense.

So strong!

Will die!

Eat her an arrow, I will really die!

What a joke!

Why must I be a druid who has not stepped into the realm of God to face a demigod?

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

"Hee hee! Let's run! If I can't hit you, my skill that has been cultivated over the years is nothing but white training." The powerful demigod female Naga smiled charmingly, and the voice of the soul in her mouth spread in all directions, directly Into the spiritual sea of ​​Vandal.

Vandal is still desperately twisting his body and speeding up! accelerate! Speed ​​up again!

How long did he swim, he didn't know.

Maybe a few seconds, or just the usual time of three or five breaths, anyway, the water is getting closer and closer, he can clearly feel the hope of freedom and vitality.

An unprecedented excitement spreads through every cell in the body.

Just then, Vandal suddenly felt his body hanging.

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

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

All the surrounding water was emptied in an instant. The female Naga, who should be called Vasiqi, actually sucked out the water from the small half of Anze Lake, compressed it beyond imagination, and eventually became a huge The arrow rested on the bow of the gorgeous carved long bow.

At this moment, his grand druid vandal * deer helmet actually hung above a huge vortex, was towed by an inexplicable force, or was held up and could not move at all.

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