Lich Alaki finally realized that something was wrong. He could underestimate the Paladins because the Undead Legion had defeated countless Paladins, but he would not underestimate the mage. He himself was the mage. He knew even more how much destructive power would be generated by the mage's magical powers gathered together.

"Retreat!" He had only had time to issue one order, and the huge fire tornado drowned him. The energy of this magic was too huge, and even his soul that escaped into the lich box was damaged to a certain extent.

It is still a familiar beheading tactic, and fighting unorganized enemies is definitely easier than fighting organized enemies.

This was fully explained by dealing with the Forgotten last time, and it is not bad to use it again now.

One fifth of the entire city was emptied by a super-large magic. The little Fording from the south seized the opportunity and led the cavalry to break through the enemy's fragile defense line. After entering the city, he began to set fire according to the scheduled plan.

Werewolf warriors scattered all over the city in groups of three or three. The undead mages and psychics in Andorhal often, as soon as they emerge, they are dragged by the werewolf with night vision to the back of the house and in the grass.

With paladins, mages and werewolf as backbones, artillery, bombs and cavalry as auxiliary, human infantry also showed their courage and style.

The ghouls were knocked down in pieces. Their sharp fangs and claws were extremely fragile in front of the tightly defended human army formation. The tall hatred exuded a foul smell all over their bodies. They raised their machetes and axes to break through the human army formation, but were blown into pieces by the mages, and the rotten meat flew everywhere. The scene looked extremely disgusting.

In dealing with a group of brainless undead, the coalition forces launched wave after wave of attacks.

Seeing that there was really nothing to do with her, Vanessa went back to bed.

Jaina was quite enthusiastic about fighting, and she fought for a whole night and an early morning.

After sleeping until the next morning, Vanessa and Jalia finished their breakfast, the group ended the battle.

"Your Highness." Old Fording returned to the king's capital and told the battle. He also brought the lich box of the lich Alaki, but this thing had been purified by him.

"This thing is hard to destroy, and it will be very difficult to deal with if we encounter a large number of lichs."

He talks about his feelings from a military perspective.

He can't be killed, and it's very hidden. He is an idiot like the Lich Alaki. He just put his lich box next to him. He would be sorry for him if he didn't kill him. Other lichs are not so rude.

Vanessa picked up the lich box and looked around and looked through it. It was luxurious! She had never seen many materials before. The first thing she felt was that this thing was very valuable!

"Don't worry, the Great Lord, there are a lot of materials needed for the conversion of lich rituals. The Undead Legion does not have the technology to produce these materials. Even because of the previous turmoil between Dalaran and Quelthalas, it may be difficult for Azeroth to find these materials in a short period of time. The Undead Legion will not have a large number of lichs."

Vanessa was sure of this, and Old Fording soon talked about the second thing.

"The soldiers of the Storm Kingdom have returned to the south, and the soldiers of Tyr's Hand are going to return to their garrison. There are too few garrisons in the Western Plagueland."

This is a cliché issue, but the core is just one meaning, expanding the army.

This time Vanessa made a positive response. She promised to expand the army with a limited extent. She would recruit 10,000 new soldiers and then add the soldiers to the various legions.

Expansion of the army is a matter of the future. The current Western Plagueland still requires a large number of soldiers to eliminate the remaining undead. Where do the soldiers come from?

"If I clear the dead, I will find a way. Is there anything else?" Vanessa said that this matter could be solved by herself. Seeing that Old Fording wanted to speak, she could only ask.

Old Fordine's expression was very strange. He looked at Vanessa, and Vanessa looked at him strangely. What does it mean?

"It's okay, Your Highness, I'll return to Tyre's hand now." Old Fording actually wanted to say that he met a strange fishman on the road and wanted to learn the Holy Light from him. After thinking about it, he still held back.

Old Fording was confused at the time. Although he did not oppose the union of multiple races to fight against evil, the fishman came to learn the Holy Light? This really challenged his values, but the fishman was holding the certificate signed by Vanessa.

He knew that Vanessa had tinkered with the study plan, and from the bottom of his heart, he supported it.

Not to mention anything else, the Seventh Legion alone came to the battle after the battle, five paladins learned the way of the Holy Light. These are all elites, not ordinary soldiers, and they all went to the battlefield and had abundant combat experience. Now they brought their own dry food to their doorsteps. There is no problem with the Knights of the Silver Hands accepting it, but this fishman is a bit weird.

He was unwilling to bother Vanessa with this little thing. He felt that the elite could teach himself, and the fishman might do it. The Holy Light is not a race. He always believed in this and immediately stood up and left, preparing to go back and teach him.

"Oh, have you heard of it? I tell you, don't tell others that someone has found treasures under the abandoned houses in the Western Plagueland!" Many people who did not want to be named began to spread a rumor in the alliance countries as instructed.

"Really or false?" Someone must not believe such a shocking news.

The spreader said with confidence: "Of course it's true. Think about it, before the undead rage, do many people have the habit of burying their homes? They have become undead now and will definitely not be able to come back, so you know these things, right?"

"Yes! It makes sense. I'll set out to the Western Plagueland!"

Similar conversations occur simultaneously in many areas, and the circulating speed is getting faster and faster. In less than a month, this little secret becomes a well-known secret.

Many people did not care about Lordaeron's restoration before, what does it have to do with them? But nowadays, once things are linked to money, they can immediately burst out with 200% enthusiasm.

This news is not fake. Someone did find buried property on a farm in the Western Plagueland. In an era when the commodity circulation was extremely slow, many civilians had the habit of burying property underground. As long as they were patient, they could indeed dig out some property.

Of course, Vanessa spreads these news not to do good deeds. No matter how much money you dig out, you must first give half of the royal family! This money belongs to the royal family because this land belongs to the royal family. Then pay a part of the personal income tax, and the money is given to Lordaeron, because that is your income in Lordaeron. If you dare not give it, we dare to fight!
Chapter completed!