Fooling the fish-people into not going deep into the western wilderness is the first step, and making the originally chaotic fish-man society a little more orderly is the second step.

"This way, this way! Stand up! ”

"You! You! And you! Stand on this side, no...... I can look back! The Gollum King watched from a distance with his hands behind his back, and the fish-man chef took advantage of her majesty, holding a burning stick, and constantly beating the fish-men around her, just to let the fish-people have a basic social order.

The relationship inside the fish-man is too messy!

For example, Xilara and Melala are husband and wife, at least it looks like husband and wife, but this Melala is always staying with the lazy Lala next door! And what about Hylara? This guy has a poor sense of direction, and often gets lost and goes to other people's houses.

This relationship is a mess! Vanessa's solution is to divide them into areas, whether you like to stay with Sherala or lazy Lala, you can divide a small area, see this big rock? The location of this big rock to the root of the old tree in front of you is your home! This is the land that King Gollum has given you!

There are many similar operations, it doesn't matter if it's a Lalang match, or a strong mandarin duck spectrum, Vanessa feels that after her own adjustment, the fishman may enter the matriarchal society, which is also a kind of progress, right?

A larger function of the demarcation is to artificially create a defensive belt separating the western wilderness from the sea.

How many fish-people are there in the sea? This number is unknown to even the wisest mages, but in the long coastline of the Western Wilderness, new fishmen come out of the sea almost every day, and Vanessa's human walls at this time can be useful, taking advantage of the exclusive nature of the fishmen on their own territory, these subdued fishmen will destroy those who come out of the sea, because the new fishmen have violated their territory.

After two days of busy tossing and turning, she felt that she had done her best, and it would take time to test how effective it was.

Vanessa sometimes didn't have time to come, so she tied the fish-man holster to the back of a large turtle, and every day the turtle roamed around, and the fish-people looked as if their Gollum King was riding a turtle to patrol the territory.

The Fishman Chef was left by her to carry out the daily management, and everyone liked the return of clothes, and the Fishman Chef was no exception, and his ability to exert power in the clan greatly reduced his interest in the dreadnought, and Vanessa used a peaceful means to take the management of the dreadnought back into her hands.

She reverted to the conventions of the Dafan era, with Mr. Minotaur Heavy Punch as the first mate and herself as the captain.

The fishmen began to shrink their range of movement, and Vanessa was not completely indifferent, but she went to see it every three or two days, and occasionally put on a holster and walked around the fish-people twice, so as to prevent the group of forgetful creatures from forgetting the great Gollum King.

She doesn't speak the language of the fish-people, and can only express herself with her actions.

Push this, kick that, command a group of fishmen in a daze, and the day's stability maintenance work is completed!

"Can humans really coexist peacefully with fish-people? I have to say, what a genius idea. A man's voice with a strange accent suddenly sounded next to Vanessa, and she was startled, this is the lingua franca!

I didn't have time to take off my holster, and I made a somewhat distorted backward jump, and the dagger slid into the palm of my hand, and my center of gravity was lowered, and then I looked up.

Oh, a tall and thin man was standing in place, and the other party was looking at her with interest, or rather at the fish-man holster she had sewn.

Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can't be wrong with several features, tall man, pointed ears, a little purple face, slightly yellowish pupils, if I guess correctly, the other party is a male elf.

As for whether it was the Night Elf or the Blood Elf or the High Elf, she couldn't tell if it was the characteristics of the game, and the characteristics of the game could not be applied to the real world.

What should I call each other? Sindore, Chadore, Cadore? Vanessa thought of her own character, a thief leader in the western wilderness would not understand the names of these elves, so she should pretend to be stupid.

Her gaze quickly swept to the hands and feet of the elves, which were taught by the old hunter of the Valley of Thorns, staring at the hands and feet of the enemy, the opponent was going to attack, the footsteps were bound to change, to strike, to use weapons, or to clench their fists.

Finding that the other party did not attack immediately, she quickly got out of the holster.

"Who are you? Do I know you? "There are elves in this hellish place of the Western Wilderness? Whether it is Dafan's intelligence or her memory, the identity information of the other party has not been found.

The male elf waved his hand: "Your life is too short, you don't need to know who I am, it's a heavy burden, and I don't want to know your name." ”

Vanessa: "??? ”

How did you come up with this awesome pose? Can I learn a little bit about it? Or is braggart just the tradition of the elves?

Like the elven queen Azhara, as soon as she entered Nashatar, the eldest sister began to hide in the shadows and brag wildly, summoning a big monster, and then telling you that this is my pet and you can teach it a lesson, or that you are a worthy toy to collect, and you are qualified to kneel in front of me.

As a result, this eldest sister is dying, her mouth is not idle, and she is still blowing words like 'This is just the tip of the iceberg of my strength', eldest sister, you are going to hang up! Hurry up and pull out the iceberg to open our eyes? ......

The male elf in front of him was a little better than their former queen, but the pride that came out of her bones still made Vanessa frown.

"I was just passing through here and I found it funny to see your behavior." The male elf paid no attention to Vanessa's guard.

"Interesting?"

"Yes, you know what? The Fish-People are the oldest race on the continent of Azeroth, and I have been looking for ways to live peacefully with them and help them escape from barbarism, and I have conceived many of them, all of which have failed. Young human, you have provided me with a whole new approach, thank you. ”

The male elf pressed his right hand to his chest and saluted her slightly.

Vanessa was tempted to say that this was not my initiative, as I remember a druid in Northrend doing it...... When the words came to her lips, Vanessa's heart was full of doubts, wouldn't the druid who would help the fish-man in Northrend in the future be the guy in front of her?

Glancing at the other person's dress, the ragged clothes, the shoulders were made of leaves, the cloak was made of tree bark, and the head was like a bird's nest, this guy fit Vanessa's definition of a druid very well, and these poor sours seemed to be like this.

With his own revelations, did the druid, who sought to change the status quo of the fish-people, strengthen his convictions? It's weird......