Vanessa pointed at the murloc chef: "Cookie, actually, I think you have good qualifications. If, I mean, if, I let you take the place of the old blind, how about being the king of the murlocs?" Germany has a Lich King, I think you can be a Murloc King!"

"Quack?" The murloc chef uttered a duck-like cry, tilted his head, and stared at Vanessa with two big watery eyes, as if asking what the king meant.

"The king has many benefits, listen to me and tell you carefully..." She started to think, what benefits does the king have? Take the blame? Assassinated by orcs? When the enemy comes to the front? Should the troops be in the rear when retreating?

Thinking about it this way, the king is too sad! Worse than the president of South Korea, a fool is going to be a king!

Of course, the same cannot be said of Murloc Chef.

"There are so many benefits! You can hit whoever you want! You can do whatever you want, no one cares about you, and no one dares to hit you..." Like coaxing kindergarten children, Vanessa gushed Has been said a lot of 'King' benefits.

The murloc chef held up the fire stick and began to knock on his head. This was his usual way of thinking about problems. There was a 'bang bang', like knocking on a wooden fish.

After waiting for half a minute, this guy with relatively high intelligence among his peers shook his head vigorously and rejected the proposal.

He danced and explained his reasons.

The reason why the murloc chef refused was actually very simple. He couldn't beat the current murloc leader, Blind Eyes. In a fair fight, the opponent would be able to kill him in seconds with a single charge.

Go with a battleship? Is that still a fair duel? No matter how stupid the murloc was, he still had some intelligence.

"That's it..." After listening to the murloc chef's explanation, Vanessa was a little depressed. After thinking about it, she felt that the murloc chef's refusal was reasonable. It is useless to follow the rules these days. It still depends on the fist, and the fist has no confidence in small talk.

She hadn't seen that blind old man before, so she guessed that according to the classification of human beings, most of them are at the intermediate level. When the murloc chef is free, it's okay to stew himself in an iron pot, but it's useless to fight.

She proposed another solution, sneaking in to kill the old blind man secretly, and then supporting the murloc chef as the king.

This method was also rejected, the murlocs were not at peace, and challenging things happened from time to time. Cookies were too easy to reveal their secrets in the past, maybe they can fool them today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Without his own strength, the murloc chef might be killed by his subordinate murlocs one day.

It is not the murlocs who are strong, but the murlocs are not strong enough.

How to do it? An almost unsolvable problem was posed in front of Vanessa. The advisory team didn't think she could solve this problem. They all suggested that she follow the old practice and send troops to kill murlocs every year. If you don't feel at ease, we can dispatch two more .

After thinking about it, thinking about it, Vanessa, who had a big brain hole, really came up with a solution the next day.

You you on the line? Yes, I will do it! She wants to dress up as a murloc and sneak in to be the king.

"Transfiguration? I'm sorry, there is no spell specifically for turning into a murloc, at least I haven't heard of it." The female mage was not optimistic about her whimsical idea. She searched the magic book twice, but she couldn't find anything that could transform people into murlocs. A murloc spell.

This spell is actually not difficult, but no one, or no mage, thinks in the direction of the murloc, so this spell has not been developed until today! The female mage said that she could write to her colleagues in Dalaran, asking them to develop such a spell, but it only needed some experimental funds and time.

Vanessa shook her head when she heard that she asked for money, such a trivial matter still costs money! And it's not right away. They study for a year or so. During this period, other experimental expenses, eating, drinking, and messing up are all counted to their own side. Will they reimburse them? Go dreaming!

How big a deal it is to have enough food and clothing by yourself!

Vanessa took out her needle and thread, found a few more pieces of leather from the warehouse, and sewed a murloc leather case two sizes larger according to the shape of the murloc chef! Just like the one in front of the mall who was wearing a cartoon doll costume and distributing leaflets. No one else made a good-looking one, so she made a crude version.

I remember that a druid did this before. She could do it like a cat and a tiger, so she should be able to get away with it.

Normal people can spot problems at a glance, but murlocs have low intelligence! Even if she did it extremely rough, it's okay to fool her a little bit.

At least the murloc chef can't see the problem!

After two days of busy work, several needle holes were pricked in her fingers, and Vanessa's murloc holster was finished.

The female mage suppressed a smile, added a language proficiency to her, and then watched her put the leather cover on her body, imitating the murloc, and took two steps with a swipe and a swipe.

"Let's go! Let's kill the old blind man. After that, you can call me... What's my name?... By the way, call me King Gulu Gulu, you are my wah wah wah Prime Minister!" Vanessa waved her hand ~lightnovelpub.net~ to signal the murloc chef to follow.

Proficiency in language is not very useful for murlocs. Many vocabulary is too simple to translate magic. There must be a real murloc by her side to speak for her.

Saying goodbye to the female mage, Vanessa took a mighty step and led the murloc chef to the long beach where the murlocs were entrenched.

Strictly speaking, her leather case is not bad. Holes are dug for the eyes and mouth, so that you can't see anything inside. There is a zipper on the back. When you want to take it off, you can pull the zipper off and she can jump. come out.

The dagger and long sword are hidden in the holster, and all kinds of poisons are carried with her. Grappling hooks, lockpicking tools, and ropes are all secure. She even brought a goblin shotgun. The situation is not good. These equipment can help her kill Bleed out.

King Gulu Gulu walked on the beach with his hands behind his back, walking in square steps.

Wow Wow Prime Minister held the blood flag and kept running. According to the murloc tradition, this was a ceremony to challenge the local leader.

There are already some murlocs hiding in the water plants, watching them from behind the stones, and the sound of wah wah wah is endless.

Not long after, I saw a purple figure running from far to near at a speed of about thirty kilometers per hour.

The speed is really not slow, and Vanessa can get rid of this murloc by sprinting for a short distance, but her endurance is not so good.

"It's Braque." The murloc chef whispered to her.

The archetype of the 'Run, Brother' poem? Vanessa glanced twice. This guy had a violent look in his eyes and a **** smell on his body. He was definitely not a kind person.

With Braque's arrival, the surrounding murlocs immediately became quiet, and one could tell how cruel this purple murloc was usually.