Whether it was the black dragon princess's arrest before, or everyone's self-insecurity after the black dragon prince came to power, the brotherhood that had just developed a little bit of development in Stormwind City was hit hard. Forget it, the Brotherhood suffered heavy casualties.

Even the Red Vengeance Army and Night Watchmen who returned to Stormwind City later suffered a lot of casualties.

As for the workers who accepted their employment, a small part of them also lost contact.

"Save people first! Don't worry about building houses!" After visiting several residential areas, she knew that she had no time to carry out Bovar's order. A bunch of people were still under the rubble. No one lives in the house, so save people first!

He urgently contacted his subordinates, not only the elite of the Brotherhood, but even the soldiers of the Red Vengeance Army and the Night Watchman.

The city guards only wanted to kill the twilight believers in the city, but they really didn't have the energy to do disaster relief.

Vanessa is very busy here, firefighting, cleaning up the ruins, first aid, food distribution, material allocation, and temporary shelter, a lot of things fell on her head.

She was doing it, but she found it was impossible. In modern society, this is a matter that can only be solved by the joint efforts of a large number of departments. Now she is too busy to be busy. She urgently asks for help. No matter who it is, come over and help if you have the breath Bar!

Calia Menethil immediately brought the priests and paladins from the Northshire Abbey to help, but there were still not enough manpower.

After finding the loud voices hired for the wine festival, Vanessa told them about the first aid knowledge she had rummaged through, and after reciting it by heart, she sent them to go to various parts of the city to publicize it.

Help yourself, save each other! Don't wait, if you can find a way to solve it yourself, you can solve it yourself, if you can't solve it, come to me again!

Bolvar soon sent her the fat Chancellor to help.

The fat minister was leading his men to check the warehouse, but found that the number was wrong...

Bovar inquired and found that many people had seen the goblins leaving the city with a large amount of supplies. He was very decisive, this is what the goblins do! No need to check! It must be all on their heads. After the busy period of time is over, he must lead his troops to fight against these goblins!

Now the accounts don't match up at all, Vanessa has been urging for supplies, and she can't take care of the accounts at critical times, save people first, and then talk about other things!

All the warehouses were opened, and the cartloads of food were distributed to the surviving citizens. The order in the city was initially restored.

On the way, King Varian sent his palace guards to help.

This guard team is the team that gathers the evil races of Azeroth, but now that the dragonmen and twilight believers have been eliminated, the team has shrunk by half, and the rest are basically faceless men, demons, necromancers, orc thieves , Werewolf or something.

The Faceless people despise the Twilight believers who are making trouble in the city, and humans are a group of low-level creatures! Jumping out so foolishly to seek death? Are your Twilight Trials just two black dragons? Retarded!

They didn't have the slightest intention of making trouble, and clocked in and went to get off work as usual.

"Hold on, hold on!" Two palace guards of unknown race were carrying a beam, with a middle-aged man under it.

"I'll come!" Vanessa was so tired that her neck was sweating, seeing the danger here, she hurried over to help.

Still holding tightly the captive head of the Windchaser, as a hurricane rose, the beam was lifted half a meter high, and the middle-aged man who was crushed was pulled out by the palace guards and carried aside, waiting for a while The pastor hurriedly treated his broken leg.

The disaster relief work lasted for two full days. King Varian, Prince Anduin, and the interim Prime Minister Bolvar also came to help. Finally, even the shady-faced thieves from MI7 were mobilized to support, and it was barely stable. Chaos in Stormwind.

Civilian casualties cannot be counted, and property damage cannot be counted.

Lack of a unified command, no standard disaster relief method, everyone is busy in their own way, if it is not for the healing spells of priests and paladins, the death toll will be at least 20% higher.

No one can ignore the threat of the undead in the north. A large number of corpses are piled up. If they are used by the necromancers, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Despite great resistance, Bolwar sent soldiers to collect the corpses in the rubble, and then cremated them centrally.

In this event that was officially defined by the Stormwind Kingdom as the disaster of the black dragon, the veteran with the highest military rank was Old Marshal Reginald Windsor.

The military and the royal family held a somewhat crude funeral for the old marshal, after which the body was burned, and the ashes were finally buried in the cemetery in Stormwind City along with the weapons and armor used by the old marshal.

The city is in chaos, and Vanessa's rescue work as a civilian team is also very hard.

After finishing her official duties, she stayed in Jialia's North County Abbey. Regarding the revival of Lordaeron, she needed to have a good talk with the Eldest Princess and get her full support.

The North County Abbey also received a large number of refugees, and the priests were exhausted, but they still turned their benevolent hearts into holy light to heal every wounded person.

Vanessa was very moved, but she was just moved. She could heal, but she was not as professional as other pastors.

She changed into a long wine red dress with a skirt that reached the floor, walked barefoot on the carpet with ordinary patterns, picked up a glass of moonberry juice and took a sip slowly.

The entrance is a bit astringent~lightnovelpub.net~It is not as refreshing as modern drinks, but after drinking it, I found that it is quite delicious. The key is that this drink can nourish spiritual power. It is a drink that priests often drink. She became stronger, and she started drinking even if she had nothing to do.

Leaning on the window sill on the second floor, I looked at the busy pastors and medical staff below for a while, then went back to the room and began to make several calculations.

What are the strengths of the Forsaken, what are the strengths of Cirvanas, what are my strengths, what are my weaknesses, and what should I do with the Forsaken after my side wins? again.

After dinner, she called Jialia who was about to go back to her room for meditation: "Sister Jialia, there is something I need to talk to you about."

"What's the matter?" At this time, the eldest princess was wearing a bright yellow cloth robe, her hair was brushed up, and her sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. She looked no different from an ordinary priest.

Seeing that Vanessa's eyes are very serious, she also knows that people are talking a lot: "Come to my room and talk."

Despite the experience of "scaring" Jaina away, Vanessa still didn't make any preparations because she felt it was unnecessary: ​​"I want to revive Lordaeron, and I need your full support."