The New Order of Azeroth Chapter 92

Vanessa is very clear about her own flames, and she has such a number in her heart. She has even done experiments in private. Even if a normal-level weapon is only attached with a thin layer of flames, it will only persist under normal conditions. After half a day, after half a day, the user will find out 'Huh? How did my 40-meter long knife become shorter? '

It can only be a good wish that everyone is an Ashbringer. Just find a weapon with some flames and is it an Ashbringer? That artifact is too worthless, and her rhetoric is just to cheer up the militiamen.

But Vanessa is also kind, she believes that the flame can help the militia overcome the fear of the undead.

She has investigated the history of Nightshade Town. It is a town with a long history. It was famous for brewing wine in the early years. At that time, Nightshade Town was also called Sunshine Town, and a large area of ​​grapes was planted outside the town.

In other words, these guys are rich...at least richer than Sentinel Ridge, which was converted from a sentry tower.

People are the most precious, and there are the most suitable ways to ensure their own safety, and the price is only to pay some money. She thinks that the boys and girls of the night watchman will make the right choice.

After they kill the undead, they can also come to the Crow Ridge Quartermaster to exchange for equipment, arm themselves, and then kill more undead and exchange for better equipment! What a virtuous circle!

There's a saying that she's always thought made sense.

The salary is naturally cool!

Only when a person has spent all his wages and calmed down completely, can he concentrate on work!

Data show that in this state, the efficiency is the highest whether it is study or work! Reflected in the world of Azeroth, mages will study spellcasting without materials if they have no money, and warriors will practice swordsmanship if they have no money to drink. Vanessa herself is a negative example. She can even speak Elvish and Luna sickle I don't even think about anything else, I just focus on helping everyone solve logistical problems!

Of course, she doesn't think she is greedy, she just thinks that there are too many bosses in the world of Azeroth, and she needs to gain a sense of accomplishment in the field she is good at, otherwise it is easy to lose her mentality, which can be regarded as an alternative druid balance the way?

"How long can a weapon be used?" Miss Commander was a little worried. Even after seeing the mountains of weapons on Vanessa's cart, she was still worried!

"Well... you should also know that what drives the undead is the fire of the soul. The fire of the soul is that kind of dark blue flame, which is usually hidden in the skull of the undead. My flame is this kind of soul. The nemesis of the fire, two completely opposite energies will produce the Godfrey Gordon effect that mages often say..." Vanessa Yunshan mist for a while, there is truth and falsehood in this, just bullying the other party Melee.

Miss Commander really didn't understand her effects, she didn't know what it was, but the flame in the head of the undead was a weakness, she understood this, and felt that she was very rewarding, so she nodded.

"Okay, I understand. If the weapon is damaged, can I keep the account on your side? None of my people have any money?"

Vanessa smiled brightly: "Of course, I am a friend of the Night Watchman, and I have always been."

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Then Miss Commander Althea began to dispatch everyone to collect the undead.

Many of the undead in the north are warriors and adults. After being resurrected from the dead, to use a fantasy saying, they are full of resentment and cruelty. On the other hand, most of the undead in the Twilight Forest are dead bodies in the Crow Ridge Cemetery. These 'people' have been dead for many years, and their corpses are all rotten. Not to mention their slow movements, their reactions are also very slow.

The militia is definitely not as good as the regular army, but counting the flame enchantment, it is not difficult to deal with a group of undead who can walk ten meters away in three minutes.

"How long can this fire last?" Realizing that Miss Struy from Sentinel Ridge is a transcendent, Miss Night Watch Commander was more polite.

Vanessa looked at the fire and calculated secretly: "Don't worry, my subordinates are very good at cutting trees. With the support of a large number of trees, it will be no problem to persist for three days."

Different from the environment of West Wilderness, where birds don't **** and chickens don't lay eggs, Twilight Forest is a forest after all, with trees everywhere.

A large pile of crooked-neck trees, occasionally two crows nested on it, screaming twice, the whole environment looked very gloomy, and now they were all chopped down for firewood.

Miss Althea felt that someone had been calling on everyone to hack, chop, burn, and burn. This idea was a bit strange, but she didn't have any better suggestions.

There are so many trees in the forest, since you like it, you can cut it down!

The accumulation of negative energy has caused the heart of many trees to rot, and the inside is riddled with insect bites. A tree can be cut down with a few axes. It is very fast to cut down, but this kind of tree does not burn sufficiently. There is so much residue that more trees need to be cut down.

The militiamen on Sentinel Ridge were divided into three parts, one hundred people were left to continue building the stronghold, more than one hundred people went to cut down trees, and the remaining one hundred people joined the night watchmen, a total of more than 300 militiamen~www.mtlnovel.com~ Slowly move north.

Firelight dotted the land that had long been shrouded in darkness, and every flash of light represented the death of an undead creature.

The night watchman has rich combat experience, and the thieves of the Brotherhood can fight this group of slow-moving and scattered undead. Only the newly recruited militiamen from Sentinel Hill are somewhat hesitant, but a group of three can cheer each other up and encourage them to fight. He mustered the courage to stab the weapon into the body of the undead.

The cemetery at Crow Ridge is very large, and Vanessa was worried that the people on her side would lose the chain, so she asked the old doctor Gao Rusi to follow them, and she was in the rear.

She is very busy, busy preparing the highest level of trading items.

During the Brewfest before, she gave goblin Gazlowe a Brewfest goat and a Brewfest Kodo. The other party had to be said to be a very generous goblin, and Gazlowe gave her two goblin cars in return. Tricycle.

The goats and Kodos she gave away were not too expensive. Anyone who had organized the event knew that the prizes left at the end of such large-scale events were generally a bit incomplete, and they were left over...

And Gazlowe is a goblin after all, and the tricycle he gave back had a technical glitch...

When the killing of undead was in full swing in the north of Crow Ridge, Vanessa was taking the skilled craftsmen of the Brotherhood to repair the tricycle. She thought it would be a good story to repair the car and sell it to the night watchman.

As a druid, communicating with animals is instinctive, and riding a horse in the forest is no difficulty for her. But if the equestrian skills are not good enough, ordinary people riding horses in a forest with extremely low visibility are courting death!

Now with a new option, they can fight on a tricycle! Holding the handlebar with one hand, wielding a long flaming sword with the other! Dora wind ah!

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