New Order of Azeroth

Vanessa is a bit pretentious, but it's true that she takes the time to read.

She needs to learn a lot of things now, political, military, cultural, and artistic. She doesn't need to know much, at least she can't let others fool her.

She brought a few books with her and took them out to read whenever she had time.

I am currently reading a biography that praises Lordaeron, the ancestor of Lordaeron. Later generations praised this ancestor of Lordaeron for killing giants, defeating trolls, and defeating sea monsters. Lordaeron in the book is described as... Just like Grom Hellscream, he holds a big sword and fights from east to west. All kinds of great achievements are all arranged for free. Vanessa estimates that this biography of Lordaen can squeeze out at least 80% of the water.

She read it while holding it, extracting something worth thinking from the book from time to time, and then writing it down in the notes on the side.

Her attitude of catching up on summer homework before school started was different in Mrs. Waycrest's eyes.

Those who are diligent and studious will always gain some respect. This middle-aged woman noticed Vanessa's difference at first sight.

It's not that she saw Vanessa's profession, Mrs. Waycrest was just an ordinary person, and any extraordinary person looked the same to her.

She just found that the visitor's sitting posture was very standard, his writing posture, and his reading movements were very orderly. The most important thing was that she found a seal ring on the visitor's little finger. Most people would not wear this thing.

It’s true that Mrs. Waycrest loves her husband, but it’s also true that she looks down on common people. If her own daughter is engaged to a commoner, she can hire a murderer, which shows what kind of character she is.

Her arrival was like dropping a pebble on a calm lake. Vanessa was alert, remembering several elements of palace training, and stood up with a calm and leisurely attitude.

She closed the book, crossed her hands on her lower abdomen, and tapped her head with a subtle movement.

"I am a bit presumptuous. I am Miss Jaina Proudmoore's friend, Hope Vanessa Struy Menethil. I heard that Lord Waycrest was ill, so I came here to visit."

"Menethil?!" Mrs. Waycrest was obviously shocked. Compared with the Menethil family, their family was not much different from the country rich.

She felt that Vanessa was too young and might not have any real abilities, but this surname shocked her greatly. She never expected that such a noble person would come to help when she was in such trouble.

No matter what the outcome was, it was a gesture of kindness, and Mrs. Waycrest, who would cling to a straw as long as she had one, was still very touched.

"Your Excellency, no, Your Highness? Your Highness! Please come with me." She led the way.

Vanessa took advantage of the moment when the lady turned her back and quickly shook her neck and shoulders. She had only learned half of the court etiquette. It took a little time to put on airs, but after a long time, she was tired. !

The other party walked in front, and she followed behind, asking about Lord Arthur Waycrest's symptoms from time to time.

Walking into the bedroom, I found a brazier placed every half meter. The fire was burning brightly, but Lord Arthur Waycrest, who had long been unconscious, was still as cold as ice.

This was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. His hands and feet were covered with frostbite. Vanessa looked at his eyelids and saw a large amount of black bloodshot eyes covered with blood, and his mouth exuded the stench of decay.

She read the notes provided by her previous therapist twice.

Mrs. Waycrest took advantage of her inspection to call the alchemists, healers and priests in the manor to help.

As soon as the group of people entered the room, they began to talk endlessly. Some said that the lord was poisoned and needed bloodletting for treatment, some said that he was cursed and needed to communicate with his ancestors through psychic communication, and some said that the lord needed to believe in the Holy Light and let the Holy Light heal his illness.

The meaning behind the words is the same. The reason why he hasn't been cured yet is not because of his lack of skills, but because of the other people who made trouble and delayed the treatment.

"Dizziness, vomiting, general paralysis, chilblains, low body temperature? I understand." Vanessa nodded in a strong manner, which made the other alchemists, doctors, and priests very dissatisfied. Who are you? However, they saw that Mrs. Waycrest's face was full of evil, and they did not dare to scold this new colleague.

Vanessa smiled easily. In the world of Azeroth, doctors and alchemists are not valued, but those priests are all people of a certain rank. They cannot cure Lord Arthur Waycrest because of this. The disease not only contains the power of death that makes the body undead, but also mixed with a mutated natural force.

The power of mutated nature and the power of death transform into each other, and the two opposing forces are mixed together. Even priests cannot dispel them, at least priests in closed areas such as Kul Tiras.

In other words, the disease was man-made or caused by a druid.

Vanessa sighed. She was such a good person. She just wanted money. That fellow druid not only wanted money, he also wanted his life!

This disease is indeed difficult to say is difficult, but it is indeed easy to treat if it is said to be easy.

The power of nature in Lord Arthur Waycrest is a rootless tree after all. At Vanessa's level, she forcibly uses the power of nature to expel that part of the weird natural force, and then eliminates the power of the undead. With this Lord Mr. At the cost of losing ten years of life, she can be cured in half a day, but curing in half a day is not her original intention.

Treat illnesses and save lives, UU reads www. uukｎshu.net Will it also harm the patient’s lifespan? That's inappropriate! Vanessa is a responsible person and an upright person!

She was going to take her time and heal the lord bit by bit by peeling off the cocoon.

"Heather, anchor grass, winter's kiss, toad's gallbladder, cow's tear duct" she didn't bring some materials, and now she could only ask Mrs. Waycrest to provide them.

The other party hurriedly took her to the alchemy room nearby, where almost all herbs and usable materials were stocked.

Vanessa picked and picked, and quickly found the materials. She seemed serious, but actually easily prepared two bottles of fiery red potion, one of which was slightly heavier in color, and the other was lighter in color.

She then took out a small bottle and sprinkled a portion of each potion into the two bottles, just like sprinkling condiments.

The originally static potion suddenly changed drastically. Spiral water columns rolled inside the potion bottle, and a burst of golden light faintly appeared.

Mrs. Waycrest, who originally thought these herbs were not of high value, was dumbfounded. She asked somewhat dullly.

"Your Highness, what was the last thing you put in there?"

Vanessa certainly wouldn't say that these were pig bones used to moisten Lord Waycrest's stomach and enhance the hematopoietic function of cells. She had a pained expression on her face: "Have you ever heard of Archosaur? This is ground dragon powder! "