Paladins of Asgard

The soldiers of the Protoss quickly stood in a circle and surrounded the camp.

The mighty Skrinthian army rushed in like a flood, and then it seemed to hit the iron wall and collapsed at a touch.

Facing the powerful Protoss warriors and the invincible Protoss weapons, the Skrins were as fragile as paper, and the vanguard was killed by the Protoss soldiers in a blink of an eye.

The Protoss soldiers were unscathed, and they all stood firmly in place, motionless.

The strength of the Protoss is evident.

However, despite this, the faces of the soldiers did not show any slack, and they were still ready to fight, as if facing a big enemy, and some even showed a little nervousness.

When a locust crosses a border, no one is complacent that they can run over a locust at will. The Skrins are like locusts, they can become a big problem for the Warner Protoss, not relying on the fighting power of the individual, but the overwhelming number.

The first Boskelins were killed in a blink of an eye, and the second Boskerins rushed up and shouted even more frantically.

Unsurprisingly, the Second Boskerlins were also easily killed by the Protoss soldiers and harvested quickly.

However, the third wave, the fourth wave, the fifth wave and even more enemies kept rushing up.

A circle of corpses taller than people soon piled up on the periphery of the camp, and blood was flowing.

The blood of the Skrinthians was dark green and had a strong stench, so the camp was soon filled with a sickening smell.

It tasted...like a large heather in a slaughterhouse.

Even though Luo Wei was in his room, he couldn't help frowning when he smelled the smell from a distance. You can imagine what it would be like to have soldiers surrounded by Scrinthian corpses.

In this environment, after many kills, the state of the Protoss soldiers began to decline. Although no one was injured, the atmosphere was obviously much more tense.

Just then, another group of Scrins rushed up.

Different from the previous cannon fodder troops, these Skrinsmen were wearing armor to some extent, and the weapons in their hands were obviously much better, at least they were all metal products.

They climbed a hill of corpses piled up by their comrades, then jumped down and charged at the Protoss soldiers.

This jump made some of them directly cross the line of defense of the Protoss soldiers. Although they were killed by the soldiers who turned around in a blink of an eye, if they looked down from a height, the line of defense formed by the Protoss soldiers had already begun to be infiltrated by green.

More and more Scrins crossed the line, and every now and then a few unkilled rushed inside the camp.

The soldiers inside the camp began to take action to kill these fish that slipped through the net.

The fighting continued, and Protoss soldiers began to be injured.

Most Skrinthian weapons are fragile, not to mention penetrating Protoss armor, not even the skin of Protoss soldiers.

But there are some sharp weapons that can injure Protoss soldiers, and most of these weapons are poisonous enough to affect Protoss.

Looking at the battle scene outside the window, Luo Wei couldn't help but gradually get nervous.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Rowe got up to open the door and saw Sigurd and of course other healers.

Sigurd held a dagger in his hand and said: "The scale of this attack by the Skrins is very large. The enemy has already entered the camp. Lord Skala let us prepare."

A man next to him said, "Take your dagger."

Rowe took the warhammer and shook it in his hand: "No, I have this."

Verrigan's fist shone with silver light, shining on the faces of several healers, causing them to look at each other in dismay.

One of them whispered: "Has the healer changed to a warhammer now? I want to fix one too..."

"Stop talking nonsense,

Let's go down. "

A group of doctors went downstairs one after another.

Luo Wei asked casually, "Where are we going?"

Sigurd: "To Commander Lord Heimdall, of course. The healer is protected."

"Heimdall?" Rowe was taken aback.

Sigurd smiled and said, "You've been at the camp for a few days. You don't even know the commander's name, right?"

Rowe didn't speak, he really only knew now.

Unexpectedly, the commander of the third camp turned out to be Heimdall, the gatekeeper of Asgard in the age of Thor.

Soon, all the doctors came to the open space in the center of the camp. Commander Heimdall, Medical Officer Scala and others were here, surrounded by soldiers.

Rowe secretly looked at Heimdall.

Heimdall had dark skin and a tall and burly stature. At this time, Thor had not yet been born, so he was naturally very young and looked like he was only a few hundred years old.

He was wearing heavy armor, and he was holding an oversized battle axe on the ground, not the standard guardian sword of the later gatekeepers.

The most similar place to the image of later generations is probably the horn helmet on Heimdall's head. This is actually an Asgardian tradition. The helmets of the warriors have horns, and most of the shapes are exaggerated, long, thick and pointed, which can be inserted to death.

As if feeling Rowe's secret observation, Heimdall turned his head and glanced at him. Although he didn't say anything, Rowe couldn't help but shudder.

He then remembered that Heimdall had the all-seeing eye.

As long as there are no special forces such as hidden magic and reality gems blocking him, Heimdall can look wherever he wants, regardless of the spatial distance, even if he doesn't move.

This kind of person should not attract girls... Luo Wei thought to himself.

"Soldiers, prepare to fight." Heimdall picked up the battle axe and said slowly.

At this moment, a hole in the outer defense line was smashed, and a group of well-equipped Skrinthians rushed over with a roar.

Heimdall stood at the front of the crowd, and Rowe was about to see his skills, but unexpectedly it was the medical officer Scala who shot first.

Scala's beard twitched, and then I saw him rubbing his hands together.

"Crack!"

The arc suddenly appeared, and the thunderous thunder gushed out of his hands, rushed into the Scrins people in an instant, and immediately burst.

"boom!"

The Scrinsians didn't even have time to let out their screams, but they were swept away by the thunder and turned into a scorched corpse.

Rowe was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the gentle-looking medical officer Scala was actually a pretty powerful magician.

The first opening was opened, followed by the second and third.

In the face of a steady stream of unclean Scrins, the soldiers on the outer defense line were increasingly stretched.

More and more Skrinthians took the opportunity to rush into the interior of the camp and fought with the soldiers guarding inside. The green corpses and blood of the Skrinthians quickly appeared.