The most difficult ogre was handed over to the goblins to deal with, but the old doctor told her that there were not enough people to cut down trees, and they needed more people!

Since 300 militiamen were not enough, she planned to recruit another 300 to 500 people to chop down trees and burn mountains.

With the help of the city repairing activities, her influence has already begun to infiltrate into Stormwind City. It was really tight before, but now with the backing of Stormwind City, she can easily hire hundreds of people to work.

The work of killing the undead still needs to 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 handicapped.

After she made a list, saying that there is not enough wood now, and that a large number of trees need to be cut down in the Twilight Forest for the construction of the Cathedral of Holy Light, someone is willing to work for free, which makes Vanessa feel embarrassed...

The wages are saved, but the workers are not tool workers. She still needs to provide three meals a day. You can’t ask people not to pay a penny. They also bring their 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, workers chopping trees, at least each person must be equipped with an axe, and provide a similar overalls.

For this reason, she directly built five blacksmith shops in Crow Ridge, hired blacksmiths from Stormwind City to forge iron, made axes, long saws, hand saws, and hammers for workers, and made swords, spears, and arrows for militiamen. After all, she The flame enchantment compares to weapons...

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

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

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Time to enter November.

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

"Stop! Stop!"

"Asshole! I'm starving to death, how dare you not give me something to eat!"

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

With the end of the Wine Festival, the Western Wilderness has completely gained its reputation. From time to time, some poor people in the surrounding villages and towns take chances and want to come and eat for nothing.

The addition of this group of people, coupled with the addition of those thieves from the Brotherhood, has taken away the originally harmonious atmosphere of Sentinel Ridge. The old knight sighed several times. Recognize that no one is too much of an environment.

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

At this time, a newly joined militiaman was arguing with the veteran. The other party was about to grab the veteran's food before the canteen was ready for dinner. The result must have been severely 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. Let alone her, this problem also occurs in Bolvar's army. The recruits and veterans in the regular army need to adjust. What's more, they are militiamen. It's normal for the militiamen to lack quality.

She was not prepared to deal with such trivial matters, but she still heard some remarks, which made her let go of the rein involuntarily.

"This greedy stupid pig refuses to share his food, the canteen is closed, who knows when we will get food! I want to eat! I want to eat!" The young militiaman who was beaten up still refused to admit defeat, he angrily fought with two Veterans arguing.

At this time, a strange voice sounded, the other party had a strange accent, and one could tell that it was not from the West Wilderness.

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

What kind of person dared to come to his own territory to make trouble?

Vanessa couldn't help looking back, and she saw a middle-aged man of some age, who was wearing a robe representing the Cathedral of the Holy Light, with a warhammer hanging from his waist, and a clergyman's attire. But this outsider is not a thin priest like the young monk Nimez. From the gnarled muscles on his arms, it can be seen that this person looks more like a warrior than a priest.

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

She is not in awe, but it 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 tell them. We read a lot, so we definitely won’t lie to you, don’t care what the holy light is, just believe in it with all your heart!

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

Vanessa came over on horseback at this time. She was wearing a red robe, which was a power robe bought from a master tailor in Stormwind City. Yes, she has been wearing this robe recently.

The middle-aged pastor saw her as soon as he looked up.

"They are all militiamen. They were just ordinary villagers before. Mister, 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 .

"Isn't a militia a soldier? On the battlefield, will the enemy show mercy just because they are a militia?"

Vanessa dismissed it: "Sophistry~lightnovelpub.net~ She pointed to the young militiaman who was bruised on the ground and had a **** cut on his shoulder and said: "He's injured, respected Proctor of the Holy Light , shouldn't you go and treat him first?"

The pastor looked down and said loudly, "Of course I have spells to heal him, but this kind of injury is not fatal. Why should I use the healing spell bestowed on him by the Holy Light?"

What does this mean? Vanessa didn't understand: "Isn't it your duty to heal the wounded?"

"You are wrong. Pain is the punishment for his selfishness, and the scar will make him reflect on his stupidity all the time. The holy light is equal to everyone, and pain is the same." The middle-aged male priest said calmly, just It seems to be saying a matter of course.

"Hehe." Vanessa couldn't help but sneer. After saying so much, the core is still the usual argument in this world, thinking that civilians are different from herself, but this guy in front of her is 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, but the price was that the other party would be excited for a long time.