Vanessa has people and resources, while Jaina has a lot of gold coins and a mage who has nothing to do.

Someone's quartermaster business reopened.

The druid is actually stronger than the Paladin's agility to the power of the undead. Just a glance, she can estimate the approximate negative energy value. She is too lazy to bother to divide it directly from level one to level nine.

"There is no energy in this piece of leather! Don't try to fool me! Get out!"

"What kind of broken thing is this? Broken tree trunk? No energy, get out!"

"Hey, this is good! A third-level negative energy stone is here to take it, five copper coins." I still believe in Jaina's reputation. At this time, the money needs Vanessa to advance, and the payment can only be officially collected when the goods are delivered. However, after handing the five copper coins to the militia, she still carefully recorded on the account book on the side, "The account is five coppers, the expected account is five silvers, and the profit is four silvers and ninety-five coppers."

The militia did not dare to go to the north of Crow Ridge to cut off the undead. They wandered around the camp and thought that something was what Miss Stroe called "negative energy items" and took it back and tried it. One-third of them could pass the test and get the reward, which made the militia more motivated.

Vanessa doesn't just use coins to make trading goods. Just like in Sentinel Ridge, armor, weapons, food, and war horses are all trading goods. This time she also had magic scrolls and some alchemy products in her hand. These were all brought by Jaina last time, and there were not many, so she could be exchanged for fine products.

A day later, most of the night watchmen in Yese Town came, mostly young and middle-aged, with men and women. The dress was not very neat, with leather armor, cloth clothes, and equipment messy, and lack of energy. Many people were still afraid on their faces, obviously scared by the news of the undead, and now they are just holding on.

They were a little stunned when they saw the lively scenes on Crow Ridge. What are you doing? Are you having a holiday?

Someone who was happily collecting money finally remembered her task, and she hurried out to watch it. I have to say that the night watchman gave her the impression of her at first glance.

The morale of this unit is a bit sluggish.

Vanessa felt that she had underestimated the fear of the undead by ordinary people in this era. In this state, 100% of her strength could not be even 50%.

She didn't like to do pre-war mobilization. She always thought it was fake, but she still had to stand up and encourage everyone.

"I stand here, I am not afraid in my heart. It is just a group of walking skeletons, but I see fear in your eyes. You are afraid of the dead, and you dare not go to the north of Crow Ridge, right?" she said loudly in the eyes of the night watchmen.

Unlike Sentinel Ridge, which was both kind and powerful, the Night Watcher never took a copper plate, and these people had no fear of her.

Some people were told that the main thing was so shameless that they lowered their heads, while others refuted it with dissatisfaction.

"Who said it! We are not afraid of death, we just don't want to become those ghosts!"

"Yes! We are not extraordinary people, we were all civilians before! My brother became an evil ghost! Woo woo, me"

The crowd was in a stir, and the militias at Sentinel Ridge were shaken a little, and fear was contagious.

Vanessa discovered another problem in the Azeroth world at this time, and there was a lack of information dissemination channels between superiors and subordinates.

The upper classes of all countries know that the undead plague is not too contagious, which is already a semi-public thing, but among the people at the bottom, the undead plague is still demonized. Some think it is a curse, some think it is an evil magic, and some think it is a punishment from the gods, and everything they say is.

The upper class did not explain, and there was no place for the people below to ask. This caused the natural disaster of the undead for five years. Alsace brought his army back to Northrend, Northrend, but ordinary people still had no good way to deal with the undead plague. They did not know what this was, and they could not understand what the undead was.

Vanessa directly brought out the two night watchmen with local third-degree burns to show them. While it was getting hot, you all came to touch them to see if they would become dead.

In modern society, her behavior was sentenced to intentional injury without any problem. If the compensation was in place, no one would hold her accountable for less than ten years or more than three years. Many night watchmen followed her own mentality and saw others touching her, and they also touched her.

Not to mention, it is indeed hot, completely different from the cold feeling of the undead.

She whispered a few words, and the fraternity members quickly carried a pile of firewood more than one person high.

"Weapons that restrain the undead are always by our side, I will tell you! Flame! Flame is the natural enemy of the undead! If you don't want your ancestors' graves to be harassed by the undead, then take up the weapons and burn all the undead to ashes!"

Silently mobilizing the flames in her body, she was like Melisandra in Game of Thrones, her hair was slightly floating, and the air instantly rose twenty degrees.

A crimson flame appeared out of thin air, and the firewood piled up and the scorching light rushed into the sky.

"The legend of the Ashes Messenger in the North, I tell you, today you are all the Ashes Messenger! Today you are all heroes! Take up your weapons, accompany the fire of hope, and kill all the undead you see!" Her voice suddenly increased, and the night watchmen all looked at the fire, looking at the flames that were so hot that they were not as hot as the mortal world.

Soon a night watchman inserted his weapon into the pile of firewood. When he pulled it out, there was a layer of flame attached to the sword. He waved it twice and found that the flame had not weakened at all. If it weren't for the strong heat at the handle, he even thought the flame was fake.

With one, there are two, and soon there are ten or hundreds.

Long swords, short swords, spears, and arrows can all be attached to flames, but bows and arrows can only shoot one arrow, and arrows with flames cannot be included in the arrow capsule.

This is a bit of a loss for the Night Watchers with superb archery skills, but they also have good melee abilities, so the impact is not too great.

"Go, kill all the undead and purify this land." Someone stood there, motionless, and said in a very stern manner.

"Yes!" The night watchmen and Sentinel Ridge soldiers raised their weapons and shouted in unison, as if they wanted to shout out their fears.

"What a miracle I'm just a warrior. I don't know much about these things. Will this magic damage the quality of the weapon?" Miss Night Watch Commander was a sensible person. She was not fooled by Vanessa in a few words and could not find Bei. She could still think calmly, and then asked Vanessa in a low voice.

My intentions that I have hidden so deeply have been discovered? Miss, your IQ is not low!
Chapter completed!