Vanessa pointed at the fish-man chef with her fingers: "Cookie, in fact, I think you have good qualifications, if, I mean if, how about letting you take the place of the old blind and become the king of the fish-man?" There's a Lich King in Northrend, and I think you can be a Fish-Man King! ”

"Gah?" The fish-man cook let out a duck-like cry, tilted his head, and stared at Vanessa with two large, watery eyes, as if to ask what the king meant.

"The king's benefits are many, you listen to me tell you carefully, Ah ......" she used her brain to wonder, what is the benefit of the king? Back to the pot? Assassinated by orcs? Stand up to the front when the enemy comes? When the troops retreat, they want to be the queen of the palace?

Thinking about it this way, the king is too sad! It's worse than the president of South Korea, and a fool goes to be the king!

Of course, you can't say the same for Fishman Chef.

"There are so many benefits! You can hit whoever you want! You can do whatever you want, no one cares about you, and no one dares to beat you......" Like coaxing a kindergarten child, Vanessa gushes a lot about the benefits of 'king'.

The fish-man chef began to knock his head with a burning stick, which was his usual way of thinking about problems, and it sounded like a wooden fish.

After waiting for half a minute, this guy with relatively high intelligence among his peers shook his head vigorously and rejected the proposal.

He danced and explained his reasons.

The reason for the refusal of the fishman chef is actually very simple, he can't beat the current fishman leader Lao Blind, if he fights fairly, the opponent can second him with a charge.

Going in a battleship? Is that still a fair duel? No matter how stupid the fish-man is, he still has this intelligence.

"That's it......" After listening to the fishman chef's explanation, Vanessa was a little depressed, thinking about it carefully, she felt that the fishman chef's refusal was reasonable, it was useless to talk about the rules in these years, and the critical moment still had to look at the fist, and the fist had no confidence to speak.

She hasn't seen what kind of old blind eye, guessing it, according to the level of human beings, most of them are also intermediate level, and it's okay for the fishman chef to perform an iron pot to stew himself when he is fine, and it's no fun to fight.

She proposes a solution, stealth herself to kill the old blind eye, and then set up the fish-man chef to be king.

This method is also denied, the fish-man is not peaceful inside, challenges happen from time to time, cookies used to be too easy to expose, today may be able to fool the past, tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? He has no strength himself, and the fishman chef may be killed by his fishmen one day.

It's not the fish-people who have the strength, it's the fish-people who don't have the strength.

What to do? Vanessa had an almost unsolvable problem in front of her, and the advisory group did not think that she could solve it, and advised her to follow the old practice of sending troops to kill the fishmen every year.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Vanessa, who had a big brain, really thought of a way the next day.

Are you on your way? Yes, I'll do it! She's going to dress up as a fishman and sneak in to be the king.

"Transfiguration? Sorry, there's no spell specifically to turn into a fishman, at least I haven't heard of it. The female mage was not optimistic about her whimsical idea, and rummaged through the magic book twice, but did not see a spell that could turn a person into a fishman.

This spell is actually not difficult, but no one, or rather, no mage thinks in the direction of the fishman, so this spell has not been developed until today! The female mage said that she could write to Dalaran's colleagues and ask them to develop such a spell, but it would take some money and time to experiment.

As soon as she heard that she wanted money, Vanessa shook her head, it costs money for such a trivial matter! And it's not immediately researched, they have been researching for a year and a half, and during this period, they have counted the cost of other experiments, the cost of eating, drinking, and Lazar to their own side, and reimbursed them themselves? Dream on!

Do-it-yourself, what a big deal!

Vanessa took out her needle and thread, found a few pieces of leather from the storeroom, and sewed a two-size-size-larger fishman holster according to the shape of the fish-man chef! Just like the one in front of the mall who wore a cartoon doll costume to hand out leaflets, no one made it look good, she made a rudimentary version.

I remember that one of the druids did just that, and she should be able to get away with it.

Normal people will find the problem at a glance, but the fishman has low intelligence! Even if she did it roughly, it would be fine to fool around twice.

At least the fishman chef doesn't see the problem!

After two busy days and several needles on his fingers, Vanessa's fish-man holster was finished.

The mage smiled, added a language proficiency to her, and then watched her put the holster on herself, learn to be like a fishman, and take two steps one by one.

"Let's go! Let's go and kill the old blind eye, and then you'll call me...... What's my name? ...... By the way, call me King Gollum, you are my Prime Minister of Gollum! Vanessa waved her hand and motioned for Chef Fishman to follow.

Knowing the language is not too useful for the fishman, many words are too simple to even translate magic, and there must be a real fishman by her side to speak for her, the Xibei goods.

Bidding farewell to the female mage, Vanessa took an unstoppable step and led the fish-man chef towards the long beach where the fish-people were entrenched.

Strictly speaking, she has done a good job in this holster, with holes dug in the position of her eyes and mouth, so that she can't see anything inside, and there is a zipper behind her back, and when she wants to take it off, pull the zipper open, and she can jump out.

The dagger and the long sword were hidden in the holster, all kinds of poisons were carried with her, the grappling hook, the lock-picking tools, the ropes were not falling, and even the goblin shotgun she had brought with her.

The King of Gollum walked in a square step with his hands behind his back, pacing on the beach.

The Prime Minister of Wow Wow Wow Ran with a Blood Flag, a ritual to challenge the local chieftain according to the tradition of the Fishmen.

There were already some fish-people hiding in the aquatic weeds, hiding behind rocks and watching them, and the sound of wah-la-wah was endless.

After a short time, I saw a purple figure running from far and near, at a speed of about 30 kilometers per hour.

She's really not slow, and Vanessa can shake off the fish-man in a short sprint, but her endurance isn't that good.

"It's Braque." The fish-man chef whispered to her.

Is it the prototype of the 'Run, Brother' poem? Vanessa looked at it twice, this guy had violence in his eyes, and there was a little smell of blood on his body, he was definitely not a good person.

With the arrival of Brak, the surrounding fish-people immediately quieted down, and you could see how ferocious this purple-skinned fish-man usually was.