When Li Gui met Li Kui, Vanessa was a little embarrassed: "I didn't do anything that one, there was nothing to praise."

She was a little worried. If the guy in front of her was not the same person as the druid she knew, and they would meet and chat in the future, huh? You are pretending to be a fishman here, and there is also a guy who is exactly the same as you on the human side. She said that this method was created by her. How did you think of it? It would be harmless if this happens. However, with the idea that it is better to have less than more things. She didn't say too much, just leaving room for the mischief incident with a small chance.

She put her position relatively lower, and the elf was very satisfied: "With noble feelings, you have the compassion and compassion that humans are difficult to possess, you can feel that you are a kind person."

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

"Can you tell me what you think? You should know that many of my colleagues don't agree with my approach. I hope to gain some new ideas to convince the big guys who turn a blind eye to the unfairness of the fishman."

Vanessa sneered in her heart, "The fishman is unfair?" This is not what the fishman thinks. They live happily. The so-called injustice is all imagined by you, right?

She wouldn't say that, the elves are a little nervous. The person in front of him is similar to those dog lovers in his previous life. His behavior can completely add an adjective before the neuroticism, that is, it is particularly nervous!

Vanessa doesn't want to make a joke, and then the two fight together? It's not necessary, and she probably can't beat the other party.

This person seems to be quite old. He lives for three to five thousand years, just like playing for the elves.

Even if she fished for three days and had two days of drying the net, and after thousands of years of accumulation, her combat skills could completely crush her.

This is at least a high-level professional, most of whom is a high-level druid.

He brought his nine-person consulting group to fight together, and fought ten, and the tactics and maids were all in place. Maybe he could win. She would definitely not be the opponent when fighting alone.

She couldn't say that she killed the two leaders of the fishman by "comparing strength", and then used smoke, sneak attack and poison to kill Lao Blind, so she won the title of king.

The druid prefers neutrality, but the person who is overly caring in front of him should not be very neutral, at least not neutral to the fishman.

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

"The humans in the western wilderness are very bitter, and the fishman is even more bitter. Humans have fresh soil to eat. What are the fishmans? They can only drink sea water to fill their hunger! It's so miserable! They must be united, and only when they are united can they have a way out." Let's sell their miserables first, and focus on their role in it. They will definitely not be able to say the advantages. She also took a few words on her shortcomings.

"My cousin's neighbor told me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. It is difficult to do it in reality, and it is too difficult. My work is still difficult to take care of all aspects. I can only guarantee that the fishmen in the wilderness of the western region, those fishmen who come out of the deep sea must be expelled. The resources here cannot accommodate endless fishmen at all, alas."

She sighed, as if saddened for not being able to save the poor homeless fishmen.

The male elf nodded while listening: "You are right, the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility? It's so good that I will definitely tell the Great Druid this sentence and let him listen to the voice of humans."

Vanessa immediately became alert, who? The big druid? Which end?

Malfurion is still sleeping now, and the big druid in charge of daily affairs should be Vandal. Deer Helmet?

Although everyone has a model in their names, it doesn’t actually matter if it’s a dime.

This Vandal Deer Helmet is not a good person, and it seems that it will attract his attention.

It seems that it is no big deal! The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and across the vast sea, I'm afraid of nothing! Vanessa remembers Vandal, and Comrade Fan has never been to the continent of Azeroth. The old comrade has been wandering around the continent of Kalimdo all his life, so he shouldn't have made a special trip for her.

The male elf carefully savored the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. At first glance, it seemed very ordinary. When he put this sentence into his role, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

He also saw the problem Vanessa said, because it could not be concealed. The fishman in the distance was driving away the tribes who had walked up to land from the sea.

Is there any way he can do it? As an elves who have lived for more than ten thousand years, he knew that the number of fishmen in the deep sea could not be calculated at all. Not to mention a western wilderness, even ten or hundreds of them could not be supported. Vanessa's approach was undoubtedly 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 and they are very happy to talk to you." The elf hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out his thin fingers and pointed it at Vanessa's wrist.

"A little gift, I don't know if you humans can accept it. No matter what the result is, I'm very happy to see someone willing to help the fishman." The elf did not leave his name, his body quickly deformed, and the next second it turned into a crow, soared into the sky, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

He is really a druid. Is this a raptor druid? Vanessa waited in the spot for a while, and saw that the other party had no intention of giving her equipment, so she left the Fishman Beach alone.

On the way back, she also looked at the so-called "gift" of the other party. At this time, there was a bird mark with flying wings on her right wrist. The color was emerald green, just like a tattoo sticker, and it felt like it was nothing unusual.

What kind of power did she bless herself? She didn't use her hands to smash the stone, but pushed her, and her power had no tendency to increase at all.

That is agility? She ran two laps in the field, running fast, jogging, and sprinting, and the result was that her speed was no different from before.

Did he teach her druid's deformation spell? Vanessa's pretty face turned red, and she didn't notice any tendency to deform her body.

My mouth candid should have been successful, but the prize is a bit confusing. Can't I tell you what it is for? I want to roar at the wilderness twice, afraid of being regarded as a madman, Vanessa returned to Yuexi Town in disappointment.

In order to prevent the other party from observing in the dark, in the next two days, just like when she was working in her previous life, she rushed to the fishman station early to be her Gulu Gulu King, checked in at night, took off her work clothes, went home to eat after get off work, had a nap, and came back the next day!
Chapter completed!