New Order of Azeroth

Deceiving the murlocs not to go deep into the western wilderness is the first step, and making the originally chaotic murloc society a little more orderly is the second step.

"This way, this way! Stand still!"

"You! You! And you! Standing here, I can't... look back!" King Gulu Gulu watched from a distance with his hands behind his back. The fishman chef took advantage of her majesty and held a fire stick in his hand. The purpose of violently beating up the murlocs around them is to maintain a basic social order among the murlocs.

The relationships in Fishman are so messy!

For example, Xi Lala and Melala are a couple, at least they look like a couple, but this Melala always stays with the lazy Lala next door! And what about Xi Lala? This guy has a poor sense of direction and often gets lost and wanders into other people's homes.

This relationship is a complete mess! Vanessa's method is to divide areas for them. Melala, whether you like to stay with Xi Lala or Lala Lala, I will divide a small area for you. See this big rock. Yet? From this big rock to the root of the old tree in front, it is your home! This is the land given to you by King Gulu Gulu!

There are many similar operations. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a good match or a stronger match. Vanessa feels that after her own adjustments, the murlocs may enter a matriarchal society. This can be considered an improvement, right?

A larger function of dividing the area is to artificially establish a defensive belt that separates the western wilderness from the sea.

How many fishmen are there in the sea? Even the wisest mage doesn't know this number, but on the long coastline of the Western Wilderness, new murlocs come out of the sea almost every day. Vanessa's human wall can play a role at this time, using the murlocs Due to the exclusive nature of their own territory, these subdued murlocs will destroy those murlocs who come out of the sea because the new murlocs invade their territory.

After two days of busy work, she felt that she had tried her best, and the results would need time to be tested.

Sometimes Vanessa doesn't have time to come over, so she ties a fish-man holster on the back of a big turtle. Every day the turtle wanders around, and the fish people look like their King Gulu is riding a turtle to patrol the territory. .

The fishman chef was left by her for daily management. Everyone liked the return home, and the fishman chef was no exception. He was able to dominate the group and greatly reduced his interest in the dreadnought. Vanessa used a Through peaceful means, the management of the dreadnought was once again taken back into his own hands.

She restored the practice of the Dafan era, with Mr. Minotaur Heavy Fist serving as first mate and herself as captain.

The murlocs began to shrink their range of activities, and Vanessa didn't completely ignore them. She would go over there every three or two days to have a look. Occasionally, she would put on a leather suit and walk around among the murlocs to prevent these forgetful guys. Forgot about the great King Guru Guru.

She couldn't speak the language of the fish people and could only express her meaning through movements.

Pushing this, kicking that, commanding all the fishmen to be confused, the day's stability maintenance work is completed!

"Can humans really coexist peacefully with murlocs? I have to say, it's really a genius idea." A man's voice with a strange accent suddenly sounded next to Vanessa, and she was startled. He spoke in common language. ah!

He didn't have time to take off the leather sheath, so he made a slightly out-of-shape leaping backward movement. The dagger slipped into his palm, and he lowered his center of gravity before looking up.

Hey, a tall and thin man was standing there, looking at her with interest, or rather at the fish-man leather case she had sewn.

Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, there are a few characteristics that are unmistakable. He is tall, with pointed ears, his face is a little purple, and his pupils are slightly yellow. If you guessed correctly, the other person is a male elf.

As for whether it was a night elf, a blood elf or a high elf, she couldn't tell. The characteristics in the game could not be applied to the real world.

How should we call each other? Sin'dorei, shal'dorei, kaldorei? Vanessa thought about her character. A thief leader in the western wilderness would not understand the names of these elves, so she might as well pretend to be stupid.

Her eyes quickly glanced at the elf's hands and feet. This was the teaching of the old hunter in Stranglethorn Valley. Keep an eye on the enemy's hands and feet. If the opponent wants to attack, his footsteps must change. If he wants to take action, he must use a weapon, or make a fist.

When she found that the other party didn't appear to attack immediately, she quickly got out of the holster.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" Are there elves in this hellish place called Westfall? Neither Da Fan's intelligence nor her memory found the other party's identity information.

The male elf waved his hand: "Your life is too short. You don't need to know who I am. That is a heavy burden. I don't want to know your name either."

Vanessa: "???"

How did you achieve this awesome and coaxing posture? Can I study it? Or is bragging a fine tradition of the elves?

Like Elf Queen Azshara, UU reads www. uukanshu.net As soon as she entered Nazjatar, this eldest sister started bragging crazily in the dark, summoned a big monster, and then told you that this is my pet and you can teach it a lesson, or that you are worth collecting. toys, qualified to kneel in front of me.

As a result, this eldest sister is about to die, and she is still talking about it, saying, "This is just the tip of the iceberg of my strength." Sister, you are going to die! Quickly pull out the iceberg so that we can open our eyes? ...

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

"I was just passing by here and I found your behavior very interesting." The male elf didn't care about Vanessa's caution.

"interesting?"

"Yes, you know? Murlocs are the oldest race in Azeroth. I have been looking for ways to coexist peacefully with them and help them escape from barbarism. I have thought of many ways, but they have failed without exception. Yes. Young human, you have provided me with a completely new approach, thank you."

The male elf pressed his right hand on his chest and gave her a slight salute.

Vanessa wanted to say that this was not my initiative. In her memory, there was a druid in Northrend who had done this... As she spoke, Vanessa felt doubts in her heart. The druid who will help the fishmen in Northrend in the future won't be the guy in front of him, right?

I took a second look at the other party's dress. He was in rags, with leaves on his shoulders, a cloak made of bark, and a head like a bird's nest. This guy fit Vanessa's definition of a druid very well. Poor people seem to be like this.

With his own revelation, has this druid who strives to change the status quo of the fishmen strengthened his belief? So weird...