The toughest ogre was left to the goblins to deal with, but the old doctor told her that there weren't enough people to cut down trees, and they needed more people!

Since 300 militia was not enough, she was ready to recruit another 300 to 500 people to cut down trees and burn mountains.

With the help of the city repair activity, her power has begun to infiltrate Stormwind City, and she was indeed short of manpower before, but now with the backing of Stormwind City, she can easily hire hundreds of people to work.

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

After she posted that there was a shortage of wood and that a large number of trees needed to be cut down in the Twilight Forest for the construction of the Cathedral of Light, Vanessa was embarrassed that someone was willing to work for free......

The wages have been saved, but the worker is not a tool person, she needs to provide three meals a day, she can't ask people not to pay a penny, and she also brings her own dry food to help her work, and she is the president of the Difia Brotherhood, and she also has a bottom line.

Not to mention eating, the workers cut down trees, at least one axe per person, and provided with similar work clothes.

To this end, she directly built five blacksmith shops in Raven Ridge, hired blacksmiths from Stormwind to strike iron, forge axes, long saws, hand saws, and hammers for workers, and forge swords, spears, and arrows for militia, after all, her fire enchantment is more expensive weapons......

From time to time, I have to go to the scene where the militia cleared the undead, and go to the place where the goblins fought the ogre.

Busy with the work of territorial strategic defense and attack and logistics support every day, Vanessa lost two pounds.

......

It's November.

In order to allocate a batch of supplies, Vanessa returned to Sentinel Ridge, the old knight was still in Lakeside Town, and now Sentinel Ridge was the largest, and quickly determined the materials to be sent to Raven Ridge, and handed them over to Brother Nimez to organize human transportation, she turned over and prepared to go to Stormwind City.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

"Bastard! I'm starving, you dare not give me food! ”

As soon as she stepped out of Sentinel Ridge, she saw several young men arguing.

With the end of the wine festival, the western wilderness has become famous, and from time to time there are some poor people in the surrounding villages and towns who want to come and eat white food.

The addition of these people, coupled with the addition of those thieves of the Brotherhood, has completely deviated the originally harmonious atmosphere of Sentinel Ridge, and the old knight sighed several times, he misses the old environment where everyone is poor, but everyone knows each other, and no one will be too much.

Sentinel Ridge was changing every day, and he didn't even know it.

At this time, it was a new militia member who was arguing with the veteran, and the other party was ready to rob the veteran's food before he could start the meal in the cafeteria, and the result must have been a violent beating.

Vanessa didn't take this matter to heart at all, the contradiction between recruits and veterans has been going on for a long time, not to mention her, even this kind of problem will occur in Bervar's army, recruits and veterans in the regular army need to run in, not to mention their militia, the militia is lacking in quality, which is normal.

Not ready to deal with such trivial matters, but she still heard some remarks that made her involuntarily let go of the reins.

"This greedy stupid pig won't share his food, the cafeteria is closed, and who knows when they'll be able to eat! I want to eat! I want to eat! The beaten young militiaman still refused to admit defeat, and he angrily argued with the two veterans.

At this time, an unfamiliar voice sounded, and the other party had a strange accent, and when he heard it, he knew that he was not from the Western Wilderness.

"Where is your military discipline to stab your comrades for a piece of bread!" This shout was very abrupt and unkind, and the other party not only criticized the young militia on the ground, but also criticized everyone present, including the principal of Sentinel Ridge.

Who ate the bear's heart and leopard's guts and dared to come to his own territory to make trouble

Vanessa couldn't help but look back, and she saw a middle-aged man of some age, wearing a robe representing the Basilica of Light, with a war hammer hanging from his waist, a clergyman's dress. But this outsider was not a thin priest like the young monk Nimez, and the knotted muscles in his arms showed that he was more like a warrior than a priest.

Don't look at Vanessa talking about the Holy Light every day, in fact, the Holy Light Cathedral is not a fart in her eyes, she is still a little in awe of the Holy Light, but that cathedral, hehe, forget it.

She is not in awe, it does not mean that the people are not in awe, what is the concept of the Holy Light, to be honest, the people do not understand, and the priests and paladins will not tell them. We read a lot, so we won't lie to you, you don't care what the Holy Light is, just believe in it with all your heart!

The populace was in awe of the Light and the priest who represented it, and several veterans and fallen recruits watched the priest speak, and they hurriedly bowed down to listen to the words of the Light's spokesman.

Vanessa rode over at this time, she was wearing a red robe, it was a power robe bought from the master tailor of Stormwind City, a very beautiful dress, bright and bright colors, and it would also provide a good mana bonus, she had been wearing this robe recently.

The middle-aged pastor saw her as soon as he raised his eyes.

"They are all militiamen, they were just ordinary villagers before, this gentleman, didn't your holy light teach you to respect the different customs of various places" The other party had a look of scrutiny, which made Vanessa's words very unkind.

"Isn't the militia a soldierOn the battlefield, will the enemy show mercy to them because they are militia?"

Vanessa was dismissive: "Sophistry." ”

She pointed to the young militiaman on the ground with bruises on his face and a bloody cut on his shoulder, and said, "He's wounded, esteemed Light Trailer, shouldn't you go and treat him first?"

The priest looked down twice, and said loudly, "Of course I have a spell to heal him, but this injury is not fatal, why should I use the healing spell given to me by the Holy Light on him"

What does this mean, Vanessa didn't understand a little: "Heal the wounded, isn't it your duty?"

"You are wrong, pain is the punishment for his selfishness, and Scar will make him reflect on his own stupidity all the time, the Light is equal to everyone, and so is pain." The middle-aged male pastor spoke in a calm tone, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted.

"Huh." Vanessa couldn't help but sneer, saying so much, the core of it is still the usual argument of this world, that civilians are different from herself, but the guy in front of her is more extreme and cynical.

A red light rose from her palm, and she threw it at the young militia from a distance, and the injury healed directly, at the cost of the other party's excitement for a long time.