The New Order of Azeroth

Fooling 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, you can't...you can't look back!" King Gulugulu watched from a distance with his hands behind his back. The purpose of beating the murlocs around them was to give them a basic social order.

The relationship among murlocs is too messy!

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

This relationship is simply a mess! Vanessa’s solution is to divide them into areas. It doesn’t matter whether you Melara like to stay with Xi Lala or you like to stay with Lazy Lala. I will divide you into a small area and see this big rock Yet? From this big rock to the old tree root in front, it is your home! This is the land bestowed upon you by King Gulu Gulu!

There are many similar operations. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a man with a man or a mandarin duck. Vanessa feels that after her own adjustments, the murlocs may enter the matriarchal society. This is also 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 murlocs are there in the sea? Even the wisest mages don'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 city wall can play a role at this time. Due to the exclusive characteristics of their own territory, these subdued murlocs will destroy those murlocs who came out of the sea, because the new murlocs invaded their territory.

After two days of busy chattering, she felt that she had tried her best, and the results would still need the test of time.

Vanessa sometimes doesn't have time to come over, so she straps a murloc holster to the back of a big turtle, which wanders around every day, and the murlocs look as if their King Gulugulu is riding a turtle to patrol the territory .

The murloc chef was left behind by her for daily management. Everyone likes to return home, and the murloc chef is no exception. He can dominate the group and greatly reduce his interest in dreadnoughts. Vanessa uses a Peaceful means to take back the management rights of the dreadnoughts into their own hands again.

She resumed the practice of the Dafan era, Mr. Tauren Heavy Fist served as the first officer, and she herself served as the captain.

The murlocs began to shrink their range of activities, but Vanessa didn't ignore them at all. She went over to have a look every three or two days, and occasionally put on a leather case and walked around the murlocs twice to prevent this group of forgetful guys. Forget about the great Gollum King.

She can't speak the language of the murlocs, and can only express herself with actions.

Pushing this, kicking that, making all the murlocs dizzy, the day's work of maintaining stability is considered complete!

"Can humans really coexist peacefully with murlocs? I have to say, it's a genius idea." A man's voice with a strange accent suddenly sounded beside Vanessa, and she was startled. what!

There was no time to take off the holster, so he made a slightly out-of-the-way jump, the dagger slipped into the palm of his hand, lowered his center of gravity, and then looked up.

Heh, a tall and thin man was standing there, and the other party was looking at her with great interest, or at the murloc leather case she sewed.

Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can't mistake a few characteristics. It is tall, with pointed ears, with a purple face and slightly yellow pupils. If I guess correctly, the other party is a male elf.

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

What should I call each other? Sin'dorei, Xia'dorei, Kaldorei? Vanessa thought of her own character design, a thief leader in the wild west would not understand the names of these elves, so let's pretend to be stupid.

Her eyes quickly turned to the hands and feet of the elves. This is the teaching of the old hunter in Stranglethorn Vale. Staring at the hands and feet of the enemy, if the opponent wants to attack, his footsteps will definitely change. make a fist.

Seeing that the other party didn't appear to attack immediately, she quickly got out of the leather case.

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

The male elf waved his hand: "Your lives are 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 either."

Vanessa: "???"

How did you come up with this awesome pose? Can I study it? Or is it a fine tradition of the elves to brag?

Like Elf Queen Azshara~www.readwn.com~As soon as she entered Nazjatar, this eldest sister started hiding in the dark and bragging wildly, summoned a big monster, and then told you that this is my pet, you can Give it a lesson, or say that you are a toy worth collecting, and you are qualified to kneel in front of me.

In the end, this elder sister was about to die, her mouth was not idle, she was still blowing words like 'this is just the tip of the iceberg of my strength', elder sister, you are going to die! Hurry up and pull out the iceberg to open our eyes? …

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

"I was just passing by here, and I found it interesting to see your behavior." The male elf didn't care about Vanessa's guard.

"interesting?"

"Yes, did you know? Murlocs are the oldest race in Azeroth. I have been looking for a way to coexist peacefully with them and help them escape from barbarism. I have imagined many ways, but all failed without exception. Yes. Young human, you have given me a whole new approach, thank you."

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

Vanessa really wants to say, this is not my creation. In my memory, there was a druid in Northrend who did this... As soon as the words came to her lips, Vanessa felt doubts in her heart. The druid who will help the murlocs in Northrend in the future will not be the guy in front of him, right?

I took a look at the other party's attire, ragged clothes, leaves on the shoulders, a cloak made of bark, and a head like a bird's nest. This guy fits the definition of a druid in Vanessa's mind. Poor and sour seem to be like this.

With his own enlightenment, did this druid, who was striving to change the status quo of the murlocs, strengthen his belief? so weird...