Vanessa pointed the fishman chef with her fingers: "Cookie, I think you have good qualifications. If, I mean, if, how about you let you replace the old blind position and be this fishman king? There is a lich king in Northrend, and I think you can be a fishman king!"

"Ga?" The fishman chef let out a duck-like cry, tilted his head, staring at Vanessa with two big watery eyes, as if asking what the king meant.

"The king has many benefits, listen to me to tell you carefully." She used her brain to think about what the king has? Take the blame? Being assassinated by orcs? When the enemy comes, it is in front? When the troops retreat, they need to be in the back of the palace?

Thinking of this, the king is so miserable! He is even worse than the Korean president, and only a fool goes to be the king!

Of course, that's not the case with the fishman chef.

"There are so many benefits! You can hit whoever you want! Do whatever you want, no one cares about you, and no one dares to hit you." Like coaxing a kindergarten child, Vanessa talked a lot about the benefits of the 'king'.

The fishman chef held up a fire stick and began to knock on his head. This was his usual way to think about problems. The "bang bang" sounded like a wooden fish.

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

He danced and explained his reasons.

The reason why the fishman chef refused was actually very simple. He could not beat the current fishman leader. If he fought fairly, the opponent would be able to kill him in seconds with just one charge.

Going on a warship? Is that still a fair duel? No matter how stupid the fishman is, he still has this intelligence.

"That's it." After listening to the explanation of the fishman chef, Vanessa was a little depressed. When she thought about it carefully, she felt that the fishman chef's rejection was reasonable. It is useless to follow the rules these days. At critical moments, you still have to look at the fist. Fist novels are not confident even if they speak.

She had never seen that old blind man before. She guessed that according to the human level, it was probably at the intermediate level. When the fishman chef was fine, he could perform a pot of stewing himself, but there was no chance to fight.

She proposed another solution, sneaked over and killed the old blind man secretly, and then helped the fishman chef to be the king.

This method was also denied. The fishman is not peaceful and challenges happen from time to time. The cookies were too easy to reveal themselves in the past. Maybe they could fool them today. What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? If you don’t have the strength, the fishman chef might be killed by his fishman one day.

The one who has strength is not the fish man, but the one who has the strength is not yet strong.

What should I do? A nearly unsolvable problem was placed in front of Vanessa. The advisory group did not think she could solve this problem. They all suggested that she follow the old rules and send troops to kill the fishman every year. If you feel uneasy, at worst we can do it twice more.

After thinking about it, Vanessa, who had a big brain, really thought of a solution the next day.

You can do it, you can do it? Yes, I can do it! She wants to dress up as a fishman and sneak in and become a king.

"Transformation? Sorry, there is no spell specifically for turning into a fishman, at least I have never heard of it." The female mage was not optimistic about her whimsical idea. She searched for the magic book twice, but she didn't see a spell that could make people turn into a fishman.

This spell is actually not difficult, but there is no one, or there is no mage thinking about it in the direction of the fishman, so this spell has not been developed so far! The female mage said that she could write to Dalaran's colleagues and asked them to develop such a spell, but it only requires some experimental funding and time.

When they heard that they wanted money, Vanessa shook her head, saying that such a small thing would cost money! And they didn’t study it immediately. They studied it for a year and a half, and during this period, they calculated the expenses of other experiments, food, drink, defecation and urination. Will they reimburse them by themselves? Go dreaming!

What a big deal to do it yourself!

Vanessa took out the needle and thread, found a few pieces of leather from the warehouse, and sewed a large two-sized fish man leather case according to the appearance of the fish man chef! Just like the one in the front of the mall who was wearing cartoon doll suits and distributed leaflets, it was not as good as anyone else's. She made a simple version.

I remember a druid did this, and she could still get away with it even if she could do it.

Normal people will find problems at a glance, but the fishman is very intelligent! Even if she does it very roughly, it is still okay to fool it for a few times.

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

After two days of busyness, several needle holes were pricked on his fingers, and Vanessa's fish man leather hood was completed.

The female mage kept laughing and added a language mastery to her. Then she watched her put the leather holster on her body, and took two steps in a way, like a fishman.

"Let's go! Let's kill the old blind man, and then you will call me what name? By the way, call me King Guru Guru, you are my Prime Minister!" Vanessa waved her hand and signaled the fishman chef to follow.

Knowing language is not very useful for fishman. Many words are too simple and cannot even translate magic. There must be a real fishman around you to speak for her, Xibei.

Saying goodbye to the female mage, Vanessa took arrogant steps and led the fishman chef to the long beach where the fishmen were entrenched.

Strictly speaking, her leather case is pretty good. There are holes in her eyes and mouth, so she won’t be able to see anything inside. There is a zipper behind her. When she wants to take it off, she can jump out by pulling it open.

The dagger and the sword were hidden in the leather case, and all kinds of poisons were carried with them, and they did not fall off with the ropes. She even brought a goblin's hunting rifle. The situation was not good, and these equipment could completely help her fight a path of blood.

King Gulu, with his hands behind his back, walked around the beach, and walked.

The Prime Minister held the blood flag and kept running. According to the tradition of fishman, this is a ceremony to challenge the local leaders.

There were already some fishmen hiding in the water plants, hiding behind the stones and watching them, with a constant sound of wow.

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

The speed is really not slow. Vanessa can shake off the fishman after sprinting for a short distance, but her endurance is not so good.

"It's Blake." The fishman chef whispered to her.

It's the prototype of the poem "Run, Brothers"? Vanessa glanced at it. This guy had violent eyes and a little bloody smell on his body. He was definitely not a good person.
Chapter completed!