If the orcs can eat happily, lunch meat can naturally conquer the fox people's appetite.

"Well, it's delicious! It's so delicious! Do you want to eat something? I eat very little, I..." Mirla was kind-hearted, her big ears flashed, worried that this was Vanessa's ration, and she wanted to give her some.

"No, I ate it when I went out...you eat it quickly, stop talking! There are still here." In order to block the talkative mouth, Vanessa took out two more cans of Spam.

The little fox man was not big and ate a lot. She ate two cans in a row. The third can was actually edible, but she wanted to take it back to her clan members.

The two alpacas were pulling the cart, and they recognized their own way. In some aspects, they even had a better sense of direction than the little fox man, and there was no need to catch the car at all.

After eating Vanessa's good things, Mirla's attitude became much more kind.

She asked her most concerned question: "Where did you come from? Why did you appear in the sea?"

She asked, adding a canned lunch meat box, and she thought the soup inside was extremely delicious.

"Well, I'm from a distant Eastern country. My territory is very large and my people are many. As long as you give me two thousand gold coins, I... no, no, I'm wrong. Just remember what I came from the East!"

Vanessa's consciousness was a little dazed and almost told me, King Lord Lordaeron, the routine of making money.

Just look at the rags in this car, you will know that fox people are all poor people. Apart from being cute, they basically have no survival skills...

Mirra held the empty can, looking unconscious.

Vanessa's physical strength was barely recovered. She wanted to teleport back to the Moonlight Woodland, but the spell failed to be cast twice in a row.

"What's the situation?..." She carefully observed the surrounding environment and found that the arcane energy in the air was very sufficient. This energy was like a dense net, covering the vast area from the beach to the mountains at the end of her sight.

"You are the Zandala Troll Empire?" she asked the little fox man.

Hearing Vanessa's question, Mirla was confused: "What? Dara?"

"Who is the one who is in charge of this land? Who has the greatest power here? By the way, have you ever seen outsiders? Except for me."

The little fox man saw her chatting with him on his own initiative, so he was so happy. His big watery eyes were full of excitement: "Here, to the edge of the desert, to the other side of the sea, to the end of the mountain, is the territory of the snake man. We fox man hates snake man the most, but we are very weak. They take away the iron tools we have worked hard to pick up every year, and then ask for our food..."

She said Balabala, and Vanessa frowned and thought.

The fox man's language is a bit lacking, and the little fox man is also young, so he doesn't speak well, but she probably understands it.

The little fox man didn't know how large the land was under his feet, and he had never seen outsiders. She only knew that the fox man was bullied by the snake man. The largest building she had ever seen was the temple of the snake man. As for whether there were larger tribes outside the snake man, she didn't know.

Vanessa needs rest now, and she speculated that she had arrived at the territory of the Zandala Troll Empire.

Zandala is very strong, the ancient troll empire and the country of gold, and its comprehensive strength is no less than that of the night elves of the same period.

The Zandala trolls have warriors and mages, and their magical ones include paladins, shamans, priests and other professions.

There are strong army on the land and many warships on the sea. Their navigation technology is fifty years ahead of the human kingdom, and all kinds of knowledge, secret techniques and inheritance are there. This is a real and powerful race.

The essence of the troll clan is in Zandala. The snake people here are just a relatively large tribe ruled by Zandala trolls. It is not surprising that the fox people have never heard of Zandala. Most of them have never heard of Zandala...

If Vanessa reads correctly, this big island is covered with magic, or the magic of trolls, which is not exactly the same as the mainstream elf magic of Azeroth now. It really takes a little time to go out.

She immediately took the caravan of the little fox man Mirla and rushed to their gathering place.

The fox people are really a weak race. The whole clan has only more than 1,500 people. Only these 1,500 people live in several places. Because there is too little food in the wild, they have to be scattered and picked up rags.

At the gathering place of the fox people, Vanessa finally saw their leader, a young-looking male fox man, Kiro.

Knowing the truth that too much is too little, Vanessa did not take the can again, but talked to the fox leader by the bonfire.

"Foreigners, as long as the people who come to the gathering place of the fox people are our friends, we will do our best to protect you. If the enemy is too strong... then we also..." Kiro came up and opened the skylight and said in a bright voice. This was a bit direct, but he would not be disgusted. If he had the strength to say the greater the words, Vanessa would not believe it if he patted his chest and promised it.

"Don't worry, um..." Vanessa hesitated for a moment.

Next was the catastrophe. In her opinion, the catastrophe could not be stopped. The elemental power absorbed by Death Wings was too strong. Although he was crazy, his power was still far higher than the limit of protecting the dragon and the guardian.

In her opinion, the Deathwing, which crazyly absorbs the power of elements, is no longer inferior to Kiljadan and Archmond.

This is also the reason why the original time and space dragon legion used the dragon soul. It was impossible to defeat the Death Wings by relying on everyone to go side by side.

Now that the Wings of Death was cut off by Vanessa, it is hard to say whether he chose to turn over the table to destroy the world or to continue to lie dormant. Vanessa tends to be the former, and the catastrophe will soon come.

Deathwings will cause severe damage to the entire Azeroth landform. Fortunately, these islands on the sea are the most dangerous.

"Captain Kiro, do you know how big the land under your feet is? I calculated it before and it is about the same area as my country, and my country has a history of 2,800 years."

Mirra, the little fox man, had been listening to their conversation, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Are you so old? You're over two thousand years old... No wonder you are so tall... Are there anyone with your tribe taller than you?"

Kiro couldn't help but slap Mirra on the back of the head, and Vanessa also showed an embarrassing and polite smile.
Chapter completed!