When Ghost Li met Li Kui, Vanessa was a little embarrassed: "That...... That one...... I didn't do anything either, it's nothing to praise about. ”

She was still a little worried, in case this guy in front of her was not the same person as the druid she knew, and the two would meet and talk in the future, huh? You're pretending to be a fishman here, and there's a guy on the human side who looks exactly like you, and she says that this method is her original, how did you come up with this? It doesn't hurt if this happens, but with the idea that more is better than less, she didn't say too much, just to leave room for that small chance of an oolong incident.

She placed herself relatively low, and the elf was satisfied: "Noble feelings, you have compassion and compassion that are rare for human beings, and you can feel that you are a kind person. ”

Vanessa hurriedly pressed the poison in her pocket deeper, and the dagger with a strange blue light slid into the scabbard, and she pursed her lips tightly, her face full of sacredness, pretending that what she was holding in her hand was not a weapon, but an olive branch.

"Can you tell us what you think? Knowing that many of my colleagues don't approve of my approach either, I'm hoping to get some new ideas that will help convince the big guys who are blind to the injustice of the fish-people. ”

Vanessa sneered in her heart, the fish-man is unfair? Fish-people don't think so, they live happily, the so-called injustice is all your own imagination, right?

She wouldn't say that, elves are a little neurotic, the one in front of him is similar to those dog lovers in his previous life, his behavior can completely add an adjective in front of neuroticism, that is, special neurotic!

Vanessa doesn't want to be taunted, and then the two of them have a big fight? There's no need, and she doesn't think she can beat the other party......

This one seems to be not young, and he will live for three or five thousand years, which is like playing for elves.

Even if she fishes for three days and dries her nets for two days, it has accumulated over thousands of years, and her fighting skills can completely crush her.

This is at least a high-level professional, and most likely a high-level druid.

Pull her nine-person advisory group over to fight together, ten to fight one, the tactics are complete, maybe she can win, she is definitely not an opponent when she fights alone.

She couldn't say that she had killed the two leaders of the fishmen by 'comparing strength', and had killed the old blind with smoke and sneak attacks and poison, which earned her the title of king.

The druids tend to be neutral, but the over-caring person in front of him should not be very neutral, at least not neutral towards the fishmen.

Whatever the other party likes to listen to, just follow the meaning, which is not difficult for modern people with a very low lower limit.

"Humans in the western wilderness are bitter, fish-people are even more bitter, humans still have fresh soil to eat, what do fish-people have? You can only drink sea water to satisfy your hunger! It's miserable! They must be united, and only together can they survive. "Sell miserably first, focus on her role in it, and it is definitely not okay to talk about the advantages, and she also picked on the shortcomings and said a few words.

"My cousin's neighbor told me that with great power comes great responsibility. It's hard to actually do, it's too difficult, it's still hard for my job to take care of all aspects, I can only guarantee that the fish-people in the western wilderness, those who come out of the deep sea, must be expelled, the resources here simply can't accommodate the endless fish-people, alas......"

She sighed, as if sorry for not being able to save the poor fish-people who were homeless.

The male elf nodded as he listened: "You are doing the right thing, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?" Well said, I'll definitely tell this to the Great Druid and let him listen to the human voice. ”

Vanessa was immediately alert, who? The Great Druid? Which end?

Now Malfurion is still asleep, and the big druid in charge of the day-to-day affairs should be Vandal. Deer helmet, right?

Don't look at the fact that everyone has a model in their name, it doesn't actually matter a dime.

This Vandal. Deer Helmet is not a good person, and it seems that the attention of him is ......

It doesn't seem like a big deal! The emperor is far away, separated by the vast sea, afraid of a fart! Vanessa remembered Vandal, the old Comrade Fan had never been to the Azeroth continent, and the old comrade had been wandering around the Kalimdor continent all his life, so he shouldn't have made a special trip for her.

The male elf tasted the greater the power and the greater the responsibility, at first glance, it seemed to be very common, and when he substituted this sentence into his own role, the more he pondered it, the more he felt that it made sense.

He also saw the problem Vanessa said, because he couldn't hide it, and the fishmen in the distance were holding spears to drive away their fellow people who had walked up from the sea to the land.

Is there anything you can do about it? As an elf who has lived for more than 10,000 years, he knows that the number of fishmen in the deep sea is completely incalculable, let alone a western wilderness, even ten hundred can't be fed, Vanessa's approach is undoubtedly very correct.

"We are all mortals, it is enough to do our best to keep the people and things in front of us, no one is qualified to criticize you, they are not worthy, it is very pleasant to talk to you." The elf hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out his thin finger and tapped it lightly on Vanessa's wrist.

"A small gift, I don't know if you humans will be able to accept it...... Regardless of the outcome, I'm happy to see someone willing to help the Fishpeople. The elf didn't leave a name, his body quickly deformed, and the next second he turned into a crow, soaring into the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

Is it really a druid, is this a raptor druid? Vanessa waited in place for a while, seeing that the other party had no intention of returning to give her equipment, so she left Fishman Beach alone.

On the way back, she also looked at the so-called 'gift' of the other party, and at this time, there was a bird mark on her right wrist with wings fluttering high, the color was emerald green, like a tattoo sticker, and it didn't look out of the ordinary to the touch.

What kind of power has you blessed yourself? She didn't use her hands to smash the stone, but pushed, and her strength showed no tendency to increase at all.

Is that agile? She ran two laps in the field, running, jogging, and sprinting, and the result was that the speed was the same as before.

Did you teach yourself the transformation spell of the druid? Vanessa's pretty face was flushed, and she didn't notice any tendency to deform her body.

My mouth cannon should be a success, but the prize is a bit confusing, what is the use, can't you tell me clearly! Wanting to roar twice at the wilderness, for fear of being taken for a madman, Vanessa returned to Moonstream Town in a huff.

In order to prevent the other party from observing in the dark, in the next two days, she rushed to the fish-man station early to be her own grunt king just like she went to work in her previous life, clocked in at night, took off her work clothes, went home from work to eat, sleep, and came back the next day!

It's a pity that the sympathetic druid never appeared again.