New Order of Azeroth

When Li Gui met Li Kui, Vanessa was a little embarrassed: "That... that... I didn't do anything, it's nothing worthy of praise."

She was also a little worried, what if the guy in front of her was not the same Druid she knew, and if they met and chatted in the future, eh? You are pretending to be a fishman here, and there is a guy who is exactly like you on the human side. She said that this method was her own. How did you come up with this idea? It's actually not harmful if this happens, but with the idea that one more thing is worse than one less thing, she didn't talk too much, just to leave room for the small chance of an own incident.

She placed her position relatively low, and the elf was very satisfied: "You have noble feelings. You have compassion and compassion that are difficult for humans to have. You can feel that you are a kind person."

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

"Can you tell me what you think? You must know that many of my colleagues do not approve of my approach. I hope to get some new ideas in order to persuade those big shots who turn a blind eye to the unfair status quo of the fishmen."

Vanessa sneered in her heart, fishmen are unfair? That's not what the fishmen think. They live quite happily. The so-called injustice is all made up by your own imagination, right?

She wouldn't say that. All elves are a little neurotic. The person in front of her is similar to those dog lovers in the previous life. His behavior can be added with an adjective in front of neurotic, that is, extremely neurotic!

Vanessa didn't want to taunt, and then the two of them had a fight? It's not necessary, and she probably can't beat him either...

This person looks to be quite old. He has lived for three to five thousand years, which is just like playing for an elf.

Even if she spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, accumulated over thousands of years, her fighting skills would be enough to overwhelm her.

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

Bringing his nine-member advisory team to fight together, one out of ten, with all the combat magic and animal husbandry, he might be able to win, but she is definitely no match against her alone.

She couldn't say that she had won the title of king by killing the two fish-men leaders through a 'competition of strength' and killing the old blind man by using smoke, sneak attack and poison.

Druid tends to be neutral, but the person with excessive love in front of him should not be very neutral, at least not neutral to fishmen.

Whatever the other party likes to hear, just tell them what they mean. This is not difficult for modern people who have a very low threshold.

"The humans in the Western Wilderness are very miserable, and the fish people are even more miserable. Humans still have fresh soil to eat, but what do the fish people have? They can only drink sea water to satisfy their hunger! It's so miserable! They must be united. Only by uniting can they survive. "Let's talk about the misfortunes first, focusing on her role in it. It's definitely not possible to talk about all the advantages. She also talked about the shortcomings.

"My cousin's neighbor in my hometown told me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. It is difficult to actually do it, too difficult. It is still difficult for me to take care of all aspects of my job. I can only guarantee the murlocs of the Western Wilderness. Those fishmen who came out of the deep sea must be expelled. The resources here cannot accommodate the endless fishmen, alas..."

She sighed, seeming sad that she couldn't save the poor homeless fishmen.

The male elf listened and nodded: "You are right. With great power comes great responsibility? That's really good. I will definitely tell the Archdruid this and let him listen to the voice of mankind."

Vanessa was immediately alert, who? Archdruid? Which end?

Now that Malfurion is still sleeping, the archdruid in charge of daily affairs should be Fandral Staghelm, right?

Although everyone has the word "Fan" in their names, it actually doesn't matter at all.

This Fandral Staghelm is not a kind person, and attracting his attention seems...

It doesn’t seem like a big deal! The sky is high and the emperor is far away, across the vast sea, I'm so scared! Vanessa remembered Fandral. Comrade Fan had never been to the continent of Azeroth. The old comrade had been wandering around the continent of Kalimdor all his life, so he probably wouldn't make a special trip for her.

The male elf carefully savored the idea that with great power comes greater responsibility. At first glance, it seemed very ordinary. When he put this sentence into his own role, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

He also saw the problem Vanessa mentioned, because he couldn't hide it. The murlocs in the distance were holding spears to drive away those of the same race who came from the sea to the land.

Is there anything you can do? As an elf who has lived for more than ten thousand years, he knows that the number of fish-men in the deep sea is completely incalculable. Let alone a western wilderness, even ten hundred cannot be fed. Vanessa's approach is undoubtedly correct.

"We are all mortals. It is enough to do our best to protect the people and things in front of us. No one has the right to criticize you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net They are not worthy. It is very pleasant to talk to you." The elf hesitated for a moment, and finally He still stretched out his thin fingers and tapped Vanessa's wrist lightly.

"A small gift, I don't know if you humans can accept it... No matter what the result is, I am very happy to see someone willing to help the fish people." The elf did not leave a name, and his body quickly deformed. Next It turned into a crow in seconds, soared into the sky, and soon disappeared from the horizon.

He's really a druid. Is this a raptor druid? Vanessa waited there for a while, and seeing that the other party had no intention of returning to deliver equipment to her, she left the fish-man beach alone.

On the way back, she also looked at the so-called 'gift'. At this time, there was a fluttering bird mark on her right wrist. The color was emerald green, just like a tattoo sticker, and it felt no different to the touch.

What power did you give yourself? She didn't hit the stone with her hands, but pushed it. Her strength showed no tendency to increase at all.

That's agile? She ran two laps on the field, running fast, jogging, and sprinting. The result was that her speed was the same as before.

Did he teach himself the druid's transformation spell? Vanessa's pretty face turned red from suppressing it, but she didn't notice any signs of deformation in her body.

My talk should have been successful, but the prize is a bit confusing. Why can't you tell me clearly what its purpose is? Wanting to roar into the wilderness, for fear of being regarded as a lunatic, Vanessa returned to Moon Creek Town angrily.

In order to prevent the other party from observing in the dark, in the next two days, she went to work just like in her previous life, rushing to the fishman station early to be her own Gulu Gulu King. She clocked in at night, took off her work clothes, went home from get off work, had a meal, and slept. Come again the next day!

It's a pity that the compassionate Druid never appeared again.