World of Warcraft Murloc City Guide

"Would you like to go up and rescue this guy? If you can pass the level 2 warrior evaluation test on your own, you must be an awesome person.

"Or do you mean to go up and make up for it, and then take away the prey and everything on him?"

Yang Yi began to get entangled. He found that the young man did not faint after falling to the ground but lay quietly on the ground. The young man's eyes were wide open so that the boss was always on guard against other ferocious beasts on the grassland that might be attracted by the bloody atmosphere.

"Forget it, the culprit who caused Ratchet Village is dead anyway, let's retreat." Yang Yi finally decided to retreat quietly without doing anything.

If the young man who fell to the ground was an aboriginal, Yang Yi would not let go of this good opportunity to profit from the snipe and the clam. But if he was an adventurer, it would be a different story.

The adventurer may be resurrected after death. No matter how crazy the young man acts in revenge, Yang Yi will not be surprised.

What would happen if the adventurer was rescued? Yang Yi couldn't imagine that the adventurer would repay his kindness to him, a "fish-man aboriginal", or become a foreign brother. Maybe he would take a fancy to something in Ratchet Village and then It's not necessarily the case that the fishman village was slaughtered. Most of these "players" don't have any psychological burden on such a thing.

Yang Yi signaled to the murlocs not to move. It would be best to wait until the young man died from excessive blood loss, then pick up the equipment and leave.

The weather doesn't go as planned. There are too many murlocs hiding in the grass, and their discipline is loose. A fishman accidentally made a noise, and the young man lying on the ground had a keen sense of hearing, so he immediately paid attention.

The young man discovered that there were many fishmen lurking in the grass in the distance, and he was confused.

"Oops, we were discovered. That murloc that moved around has nothing to eat!" Yang Yi was helpless. These murlocs were clumsy and not suitable for sneaky things.

Yang Yi was discovered and didn't want to just evacuate. He planned to rescue the young man.

Yang Yi didn't want to show up on his own, so he took a bottle of [Elementary Healing Potion] and gave it to the fishman Tidecaller Slark, and asked Slark to deliver it to the young man.

Slack was not interested in human beings. After getting the medicine bottle, he took a few steps forward and then raised his hand and threw the medicine bottle towards the young man lying on the ground.

boom!

As a legal professional, Slark was weak. Due to his lack of strength, the glass bottle containing the potion fell to the ground, and a good bottle of primary healing potion was wasted.

Yang Yi was speechless, and the young man was also speechless.

"Prodigal son!" Yang Yi secretly felt heartbroken, and he took out another bottle of potion.

This time he ordered Slark not to throw it away, and he walked directly over to deliver the potion.

Slark stepped forward as he was told. At this time, the young man didn't even have the strength to open the medicine bottle and drink the medicine.

Silk stood in front of the young man and silently pulled out the cork of the medicine bottle. Then he stood up without squatting and turned the wrist holding the medicine bottle. A whole bottle of red primary healing potion was poured on it like watering a flower. On the young man's head.

The young man's face and mouth were covered with thick red liquid, which looked more frightening than the blood on the young man's chest.

When Silak successfully completed the mission and came back, Yang Yi thought that it was all his fault. From the beginning, he should not have thought that Slack, a legal professional with a high IQ, could complete the mission very well. Sending Silak out was the wrong decision.

After the things on the scene were done, Yang Yi left with all the murlocs and troll hunters.

Although the murlocs in Ratchet Village did not take action, the matter was resolved smoothly, and the murlocs in Ratchet Village who were logging were safe for a period of time.

Yang Yi was reluctant to let this hunting end. After all, he spent 10 silver coins traveling back and forth with a large group of murlocs for a long time, only to watch a battle between man and beast. It would be a waste to go back just like that.

"Anyway, the money has been paid, so it can't be wasted. By the way, I can use the Troll Hunter's skills of tracking wild beasts to get myself a head-catching pet."

Yang Yi led a group of fishmen to wander on the grassland until it was almost dark, and finally caught a chocobo.

Although he failed to use the tame beast skill, at least he had gained something, and then he led the team back to the fishman village with satisfaction.

Back at Ratchet Village, Yang Yi asked people to put the chocobo in a taming pen, intending to kill the chocobo's wildness first.

After Yang Yi returned to Ratchet Village, he started messing with the mailbox again. He wanted to send a few letters to others under different names.

"First of all, you must not use the name Murloc Lord to send emails. You must choose a name that will not reveal your identity as a fishman."

When it came time to choose a name, Yang Yi became entangled again. When he used to play games, he often spent half a day trying to choose a name.

"Since it's a secret second name, why not give it something a bit cool?"

"The fighting dragon is in the sky, do you have the same name?"

A proud overlord, or a repeat? "

Let’s call him the Invincible Emperor. Is this repeated? "

Yang Yi was helpless. It seemed that there were too many adventurers with the same vision as him.

"But with a name like this, others can guess at a glance that the person who sent the letter is an adventurer. You have to choose a vaguer name so that people can't guess that you are an adventurer from the name."

"Dragon Slayer? Judge? Or Erudite? Well, let's call it Erudite. It's low-key and connotative. Anyway, the mailbox given by the system has more than one extra name field. This name is not easy to use. You can choose another one." Yang Yi finally decided to "low-key" and fill in the three words "Erudition" in the second name column.

"The name has been chosen, but how to use it?" Yang Yi fell into confusion again.

"To Ouyang, the sword master? Or Chen Nanfeng, the spear master who killed the red-scaled dragon that I saw today? Why don't they each send a letter?"

Yang Yi finally made a decision. He asked two masters to send a letter each.

Yang Yi fantasized about a bright future in which he would get involved with the masters by writing letters and finally beg him to learn their kung fu skills. However, he soon discovered that his poor cultural level made it impossible to write about it.

"Just write that I have admired my name for a long time, and want to get to know and be friends with the experts?" Yang Yi thought for a while and felt that this seemed too low-priced. This is the world of Azeroth, not the Earth. No one knows who is there. The details.

"Why don't you just write, 'I'm very optimistic about you and think you have a lot of future, so I wrote here to talk about it'?" Yang Yi nodded, thinking that this would be a bit more impressive.

What should I write the letter in? Where is the stationery? Where is the pen?

As soon as Yang Yi thought about it, he found that paper and pen appeared on the mailbox. This was the effect of the magic mailbox. Otherwise, there would be no place to find paper and pen in the fish-man village.

"So which language should I write in?" Yang Yi had struggled several times to send letters.

After Yang Yi became the murloc lord, he automatically mastered Aquatic, Common, and other languages ​​of the Azeroth world. He is now a real language expert in the Azeroth world.

"To make it simple, let's write in the common language of the world of Azeroth." Yang Yi thought proudly that if he wrote to them in tauren, orcs, and trolls, he would probably not even be able to write to them. It is difficult for them to find a translator.

"This lord knows so many languages, he is worthy of being a 'learned man'."

Yang Yi wrote letters to the two masters in common language as he had just thought. Now he is not only proficient in various languages ​​​​in the world of Azeroth, he can even write various texts in the world of Azeroth with ease. Snake iron painted silver hook.

When Yang Yi wrote the language of the earth and stars, it was like spring earthworms, autumn snakes and ghosts drawing peach symbols. Now that he could suddenly write good calligraphy in common language, how could he not show off? So as soon as he got good at it, he wrote the same sentence several times in several languages ​​of the Azeroth world. He didn't stop writing until he was happy and mailed the letter.

"Will you hear back from them?"

Yang Yi smiled and shook his head. It would be strange if he could receive a reply from the other party. He was just trying out the function of the mailbox and having some fun for himself. Normal people would not reply to him for this reason.

"The problem of the lobster man has not been solved yet. How about killing someone with a borrowed sword?" Yang Yi had a sudden thought. He thought of the human master who used the sword. "Don't the master like to use the lobster man to practice swordsmanship? Let him go to the lobster man to cause trouble." Okay. If you can kill one, it’s best to kill them all.”

Yang Yi did what he thought of and immediately sent another letter to the sword master through his mailbox.

In the letter, Yang Yi described the location of the Lobster Man's lair in detail and didn't write much else. However, this time he had business matters, so Yang Yi wrote it in common language, and then he sent the letter.

"I don't know if this sword master usually checks his mailbox. I hope he can. Otherwise, we will have to rely on the Fishman Village."

Yang Yi planned to make two preparations. If the master did not come forward, he would take the fishmen and find a way to deal with the lobstermen.

Yang Yi confirmed that he could use two different names to send and receive letters. He had no more people to whom he could write letters. After playing for a while, he felt bored and soon left the cave where the mailbox was placed.

It was already dark, and Yang Yi fell asleep in the center of the fishman town. .