Vanessa's orders to Little Ferding and Tyr's Hand are all military training, madness is not the foundation of the country, reason is, the Scarlet Crusade will slowly come out of the previous frenzy, and it will take some time.

The army of Hearthvale was given the title of Second Legion of Lordaeron by her, and the armies of the Hand of Tyr were organized into the Third and Fourth Legions.

The three legions were all understaffed, the second legion could be expanded to 3,000 men, and the third and fourth legions were 5,000 men each.

Both the number of soldiers and the weapons and equipment were far worse than the First Legion of her descendants.

But it doesn't matter, put up the shelves first, and then slowly expand them later.

"Materiel...... Do I still have supplies in my hands? "Vanessa is troubled in the Valley of the Hearth, the three new legions are not fully staffed, and the gaps in weaponry are frighteningly large.

In the past, they could only overcome it, but now that they have the boss, of course, they have to find the boss.

Little Ferdin, knowing that His Highness did not understand military affairs, took the time to do so, and laid out a long sheet of parchment for her what he remembered as the standard configuration of Lordaeron's regular army.

Vanessa was stupid on the spot, she thought that with armor and spear, she would be done, but she was told that it was still far away!

She knew that the regular army and the militia were different, but she never expected that the gap would be so big.

As a standard Lordaeron infantry, in addition to armor, each soldier had to have a short knife, a spear, a longbow, three bowstrings, two quivers, fifty iron arrows, two robes with the Lordaeron mark, a parchment grain bag, a water bladder, a rice bowl, a salt bag, a herb bag, two whetstones, and a chisel.

It would be too tiring for a soldier to wear armor all the time while marching, so he had to have a cloth coat, cloth pants, a hat, three pairs of shoes, and a blanket, felt, and bedding for sleeping......

Vanessa looked down from above, and the half-meter-long parchment saw that she was sweating, and when she flipped her wrist, she found that there was still one behind!

How much does this Nima get!

Seeing Little Ferdin's serious face, she scratched her head in distress: "Okay, okay, Lord Ferdin, you reminded you well, I understand, I ...... I'll figure it out......"

Her voice trembled, and little Ferdin, who had a military demeanor, turned away cleanly.

"Where am I going to raise these things?" Looking at the long parchment, she was a little confused.

Of course, it is possible to make a living, but it is not a long-term solution, after all, this is a regular army, not a militia organization.

Vanessa copied all the needs on the parchment, and then began to ponder, the key to raising supplies is nothing more than the words 'cheating', preferably the kind that pays very little and gains a lot...... She thought repeatedly, is there still such a big head in Azeroth now?

On the same day, she left the Hearthvale and headed west alone, staying at Shadowfang Castle for the night, and after a brief explanation, she set off for the south.

Supplies don't come out of thin air, and sometimes money may not be able to buy them.

Stormwind's supplies are nearly empty, and Boval is now shaving like crazy scraping, and Vanessa can't find anything in the south.

Thanks to her, the great lord Darius of Gilneth was easily defeated by the king. Crowley is now in full swing with the King's army, and the two sides have been fighting around the King for three months, and the winner has not yet been decided.

Transformed into a giant eagle, Vanessa flew around Gilneth, a human kingdom like a pot of porridge, where war was going on as far as the eye could see.

Armament? Steed? Sorry, we're missing too! If you have one, you can sell us a little?

Dalaran is still rebuilding, the king of Arathi is occupied by thieves and ogres, Vanessa looks around and finds that everyone is poor now, and in the end she can only target overseas, and it is you, Kurtilas!

......

The largest island in the eastern part of Kurtilas, Drusva.

The Vikris family is the owner of this huge island, which is quite rich in products, but it is eerie, and it is really unsuitable for human habitation, and the whole island has a population of about 70,000 or 80,000.

The Vickresses are also the four families of the Coultiras alongside the Proudmoor, Stozon and Ashvans.

2,500 years ago, the Vikris family came to the land with the arrival of the first head of the family, and they used a long time to finally conquer the original people of the land and take root in it.

The family has stated in literature and various public statements that they defeated natives, beasts, not intelligent beings.

Some scholars believe that they are lying, because Drusva has been surrounded by all kinds of weirdness for many years.

Pitch black forests, strange diseases, and the disappearance of people and livestock have kept the land shrouded in a faint layer of fog.

In Dalin. When Proudmoor, Gianna's father, suppressed the other three families to rule Kurtilas, the island changed a bit.

The old hero and someone are really like-minded and visionary...... The old man gave an order, burn! More than half of the forests scattered throughout Druswa were burned.

The Druswa made ordnance for Kurtilas, and the whole region flourished.

Unfortunately, with the death of the old hero, without the support of the state, no one wanted the ordnance that was built, and the area fell silent as before, the forest once again occupied the cultivated land, and the prosperity of the territory was cut in half. Vicresse fell ill as a result, and his condition became more and more serious.

Lady Vikreth pleaded with the other three families that she would pay whatever price she could to save her husband, but the lords of Kul Tiras refused her, and everyone was busy fighting for power, who had the time to take care of her.

Mrs. Vikreth locked herself in the mansion and struggled to find a way to save her husband.

"Madame......" The maid knocked on the door quietly, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and the lady she served by herself usually had a bad temper and looked down on the poor, and now she was in a bad mood, so it was even more difficult to serve, but the maid had to come.

There was no answer to the knock on the door, so the maid put her ear to the door, listened carefully, felt that there was someone inside, and pretended to be bold and shouted again.

"There's a doctor...... She said she had come from the east, "...... she had finished speaking, when she saw the door slammed open, and Mrs. Vicresse, with a stern countenance and high cheekbones, appeared before her.

The maid was so frightened that she quickly bowed her head.

"Where's the doctor? Which country is the doctor? Mrs. Vikreth questioned sharply.

How could the little maid know this information, she was silent for a long time, and she didn't say a clear word.

Madame Vikres strode out of the room, and without the maid following her, she walked down the corridor through the courtyard to the antechamber, and when she pushed the door, she saw a woman in a red robe sitting there reading a book.

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