New Order of Azeroth

The most difficult ogres were left to the goblins to deal with, but the old doctor and her reported that there were not enough people to cut down the trees, and they needed more people!

Since three hundred militiamen are not enough, she plans to recruit another three hundred to five hundred people to chop down trees and burn mountains.

With the help of city repair activities, her forces have begun to penetrate into Stormwind City. Before, manpower was really tight, but now with the backing of Stormwind City, she can easily hire hundreds of people to work.

The work of killing the undead must be done by the militia, but there is no technical threshold for cutting down trees and setting fires. Anyone can do it as long as they are not mentally retarded.

After she announced that there was a shortage of wood and that a large number of trees needed to be cut down in the Dusk Forest for the construction of the Holy Light Cathedral, there were actually people willing to work for free, which made Vanessa even embarrassed...

The salary is saved, but the worker is not a tool. She still needs to provide three meals a day. She cannot ask others for a penny. She also brings her own dry food to help her work. She is the president of the Defias Brotherhood. There is also a bottom line.

Not to mention eating, when workers cut trees, each worker must be equipped with at least an ax and a similar set of work clothes.

For this reason, she directly built five blacksmith shops in Crow Ridge, hired blacksmiths from Stormwind City to forge iron, and made axes, long saws, hand saws, and hammers for workers, as well as swords, spears, and arrowheads for militiamen. After all, she The fire enchantment is more expensive for weapons...

From time to time, I would go to the scene where the militiamen collected the dead, and where the goblins fought against the ogres.

Busy with strategic homeland defense attacks and logistical support every day, Vanessa lost two pounds.

...

It's November.

In order to deploy a batch of supplies, Vanessa returned to Sentinel Ridge. The old knight was still in Lakeside Town. Now she was the biggest in Sentinel Ridge. She quickly determined the various supplies to be sent to Crow Ridge and handed them over to Brother Nimitz. After organizing the transportation, she got on her horse and prepared to go to Stormwind City.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Asshole! I'm starving, how dare you not give me food!"

As soon as she walked out of Sentinel Ridge, she saw several young people arguing.

With the conclusion of the Wine Festival, the Western Wilderness has completely gained its reputation, and from time to time there are some poor people in the surrounding villages and towns who want to come here and have a chance to eat for free.

The joining of this group of people, coupled with the joining of the thieves from the Brotherhood, completely deflected the originally harmonious atmosphere of Sentinel Ridge. The old knight lamented several times. He missed the old days when everyone was poor, but everyone had each other. An environment where you know each other and no one is too much.

Sentinel Ridge is changing every day now, and he almost doesn't recognize it anymore.

At this time, a newly joined militiaman was arguing with the veteran. The other party was preparing to snatch the veteran's food before the canteen was ready for dinner. In the end, he was definitely beaten.

Vanessa didn't take this matter to heart at all. The conflict between recruits and veterans has been going on for a long time. Not to mention her, this problem will also occur in Bolvar's army. Both recruits and veterans in the regular army need to get along. What's more, these militiamen are lacking in quality, which is normal.

She was not prepared to deal with such a trivial matter, but she still heard some remarks due to her sharp ears and eyes, which made her involuntarily loosen the reins.

"This greedy stupid pig refuses to share his food. The canteen is closed. Who knows when we will be able to eat! I want to eat! I want to eat!" The beaten young militiaman still refused to admit defeat. He angrily and the two Two veterans quarreled.

At this time, a strange voice sounded. The other person had a strange accent, and he knew at first glance that he was not from the Wild West.

"You stabbed your comrade for a piece of bread, where is your military discipline!" The shout was very abrupt and rude. The other party not only criticized the young militiamen on the ground, but also called everyone present, including the person in charge of Sentinel Ridge. Accused again.

Who dares to come to their own territory to cause trouble after eating the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage?

Vanessa couldn't help but look back. She saw a middle-aged man who was wearing a robe representing the Cathedral of Holy Light. He had a warhammer hanging from his waistband, looking like a clergyman. However, this outsider is not a thin priest like the young monk Nimitz. It can be seen from the knotted muscles on his arms that this outsider looks more like a warrior than a priest.

Although Vanessa talks about the Holy Light every day, in fact, the Cathedral of the Holy Light is nothing in her eyes. She is somewhat in awe of the Holy Light, but that cathedral haha, let's forget it.

Just because she is not in awe does not mean that the people are not in awe. To be honest, the people do not understand what the concept of the Holy Light is, and priests and paladins will not explain it to them. We have read a lot, so we will definitely not lie to you. Don’t worry about what the Holy Light is, just believe in it wholeheartedly!

The people were in awe of the Holy Light and the priest who represented the Holy Light. Several veterans and recruits who fell on the ground saw the priest speaking, and they hurriedly bowed to listen to the words of the spokesman of the Holy Light.

Vanessa came over on horseback at this time. She was wearing a red robe. It was a power robe bought from the Tailor Master in Stormwind City. It was a very beautiful piece of clothing with bright colors and it also provided good mana bonus. Yes, she has been wearing this robe recently.

The middle-aged pastor looked up and saw her.

"They are all militiamen. They were just ordinary villagers before. Sir, didn't your Holy Light teach you to respect different customs in different places?" The other party had a scrutinizing look, which made Vanessa's words very rude. .

"Are militiamen not soldiers? On the battlefield, will the enemy show mercy just because they are militiamen?"

Vanessa dismissed it: "Sophistry. UU read www.uukanshu.net"

She pointed at the young militiaman with bruises on his face and a bloody gash on his shoulder and said, "He is injured. Respected Holy Light Walker, shouldn't you treat him first?"

The priest lowered his head and said loudly: "Of course I have spells that can heal him, but this injury is not fatal. Why should I use the healing spell given to me by the Holy Light on him?"

Vanessa didn't understand what this meant: "Isn't it your duty to heal the injured?"

"You are wrong. Pain is the punishment for his selfishness, and scars will make him reflect on his own stupidity all the time. The Holy Light treats everyone equally, and so does pain." The middle-aged male priest said calmly. It seems to be saying something that is perfectly justified.

"Haha." Vanessa couldn't help but sneered. After saying so much, the core was still the common argument in this world, that civilians were different from her, but the guy in front of her was more extreme and cynical.

A red light rose from her palm, and she threw it at the young militiaman from a distance. The injury was healed immediately, at the cost of the other party being excited for most of the day.