The hardest ogres to be eaten by the goblins, but the old doctor and she reported that there were not enough people to cut down trees and they needed more people!

Since three hundred militias were not enough, she was planning to recruit another three hundred to five hundred people to cut down trees and burn mountains.

With the help of the city repair activity, her power has begun to penetrate into Stormwind City. It was indeed tight before, but now with the city of Stormwind City as a backer, she can hire hundreds of people to work at will.

The work of killing the undead must be done by militia, but cutting trees and setting fires have no technical barriers. As long as you are not mentally retarded, anyone can do it.

She posted a list saying that there is insufficient wood now. For the construction of the Holy Light Cathedral, after it was necessary to cut down a large number of trees in the twilight forest, someone was willing to work for free, which made Vanessa feel embarrassed.

The salary was saved, but the worker was not a tool person. She needed to provide three meals a day. She could not ask for a penny and brought her own dry food to help her work. She was also the president of the Difia Brotherhood and had a bottom line.

When the meal is not mentioned, the workers cut down trees. At least each person must have an axe and provide a similar work clothes.

For this reason, she built five blacksmith shops in Crow Ridge, hired blacksmiths from Stormwind City to make irons, build axes, long saws, hand saws, hammers, and swords, spears, and arrows for militias. After all, her flame enchantment is more fertile.

From time to time, I have to go to the scene where the militia cleared the dead and go to the place where the goblins fight against the ogres.

Busy of national strategic defense and attack and logistics support every day, Vanessa lost two pounds in her entire body.

The time is November.

In order to allocate a batch of supplies, Vanessa returned to Sentinel Ridge, and the old knight was still in Lakeside Town. Now she was the largest in Sentinel Ridge. She soon confirmed all the supplies to Crow Ridge and handed them over to monk Nimaz to organize manpower transportation. She turned over and prepared to go to Stormwind City.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Bastard! 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 end of the Wine Festival, the western wilderness has completely become famous. From time to time, some poor people in the surrounding villages and towns have been lucky and want to come over and eat for free.

The addition of these people, coupled with the addition of the thieves of the Brotherhood, brought the originally harmonious atmosphere of Sentinel Ridge apart. The old knight sighed several times. He missed the environment in which everyone was poor but everyone knew each other and no one would be too over-existent.

The Sentinel Ridge is changing every day now, and he almost loses his recognition.

At this time, a newly joined militia was arguing with the veteran. The other party was preparing to rob the veteran's food before he could catch up with the canteen. He must have been beaten up.

Vanessa didn't take this matter at all. The conflict between the new recruits and veterans has been around for a long time. Not to mention her, even Berval's army will have such problems. The new recruits and veterans in the regular army need to be adjusted, not to mention that these militias are lacking in quality, which is normal.

She was not prepared to deal with such trivial matters, but she was so smart that she heard some remarks, which made her unwillingly loosen the reins.

"This greedy stupid pig refused to share his food. The cafeteria was closed. Who knows when it would be possible to eat! I want to eat! I want to eat!" The young militia who was beaten was still unwilling to give in. He quarreled with the two veterans in anger.

At this time, a strange voice sounded, and the other party had a strange accent. He knew that he was not from the Western Wilderness at first glance.

"I stabbed my companions for a piece of bread. Where is your military discipline?" The shout was very abrupt and very unceremonious. The other party not only criticized the young militia on the ground, but also criticized everyone present, including the head of Sentinel Ridge.

Who dares to make trouble in his own territory after eating his heart and leopard courage?

Vanessa couldn't help but look back and saw a middle-aged man of some age. He was wearing a robe representing the Cathedral of Holy Light, with a warhammer hanging on his waist, and a clergy dressed as a clergy. However, this outsider was not a thin priest like a young monk, Nimaz. It can be seen from the kneaded muscles on his arms that this person looked like a warrior than a priest.

Although Vanessa talks about the Holy Light every day, the Holy Light Cathedral is not in her eyes. She is somewhat awe of the Holy Light, but that cathedral is hehe, let it go.

Her disrespect does not mean that the people are not awe. What is the concept of the Holy Light? To be honest, the people do not understand it, and the priests and paladins will not tell them. We will definitely not lie to you. Don’t care about what the Holy Light is, just believe it with all your heart!

The people were very awe of the Holy Light and the priest representing the Holy Light. Several veterans and the new recruits who fell to the ground saw the priest speak, and they hurriedly bowed and listened to the words of the Holy Light spoken.

Vanessa came over at this time, wearing a red robe, which was a power robe bought from the tailor of Stormwind City. It was a very beautiful dress, bright and bright in color, and it also provides a good mana bonus. Recently, she has been wearing this robe.

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

"They are all militiamen, and they were just ordinary villagers before. Sir, did your holy light teach you to respect different customs in various places?" The other party had a look of scrutiny, which made Vanessa say very rudely.

"Aren't militia soldiers soldiers? On the battlefield, will the enemy show mercy just because they are militias?"

Vanessa disdained: "Sociation."

She pointed to the young militia with bruised face on the ground and a bloody mouth on her shoulder and said, "He is injured. Dear Holy Light Walker, shouldn't you go to heal him first?"

The priest looked down and said loudly: "Of course I have spells to heal him, but this injury is not fatal. Why do I use the healing technique given to me by the Holy Light on him?"

What does this mean? Vanessa didn't understand: "Healing the injured, isn't this your duty?"

"You are wrong. Pain is the punishment for him selfishness, and scars will make him reflect on his stupidity at all times. The Holy Light is equal to everyone, and the same is pain." The middle-aged male priest said in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something natural.

"Haha." Vanessa couldn't help but sneer. After saying so much, the core was still the usual arguments in this world, believing that civilians are different from themselves, but the guy in front of him was more extreme and cynical.
Chapter completed!