Paladin of Asgard

"Master Scala, the camp medical officer, is in that room, go and report for duty." Captain Cole pointed to a cabin not far away, and said to Rowe.

Luo Wei nodded and passed.

"Dong dong."

"Please come in."

Luo Wei opened the door and entered, and saw a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance and a tall and thin figure sitting and flipping through something.

The table is full of various documents, which looks a bit messy.The camp medical officer is not only responsible for battlefield medical treatment, but also many trivial matters.

"Lord Scala, I'm the new healer, Rowe Garrison." Rowe said, handing over his identity information.

Scala took a look, then got up and rummaged in front of a wooden box, took out a book "Rules of the Third Camp", a key and a dagger and handed them to Luo Wei.

"The key is your room key, and the room number is written on it. The house to the east is the doctor's residence."

"...Daggers are used for self-defense. The Scrims often attack our camp. Although patrolling soldiers can deal with them in most cases, there are also accidents. Once they enter the camp, we have to make some preparations."

While talking to himself, Scala suddenly paused, looked at the Fist of Virigan in Rovi's hand, and frowned slightly: "Warhammer?"

"Uh, it was given to me by a friend for self-defense." Luo Wei said.

"This is not an ordinary weapon. I can feel its magic fluctuations. If I didn't guess, it should be the power of fire... Your friend is so generous." Scala said slowly.

He then added: "Fighting is not the duty of a healer. Although your hammer is very good, let the soldiers protect you as much as possible, understand?"

"Yes." Luo Wei replied.

"Go." Scala sat down where she was, and said without raising her head.

Luo Wei turned and left, and came to the residence of the camp healer.This is a three-story building with a wooden structure.

There are many forests in Vanaheim, rich in vegetation and rich in various kinds of wood, so most of the buildings in Vanaheim are made of wood.

Looking at the number on the key, Luo Wei found his room on the second floor, opened the door and entered.

The room is small, a single cabin, half of the space is occupied by the bed, and half of the remaining space is occupied by tables and chairs.There was a window in the wall beside the bed.

Luo Wei leaned on the window and looked out, and saw the boundless verdant forest and the rolling mountains.

From time to time, some birds can be seen in the sky, some are huge in size, and some are colorful, all of which are species he has never seen before.

Different from a peculiar celestial body like Asgard, Vanaheim is a standard planet with a vast territory and various races. The Vana Protoss is only the strongest of the many Vana races. They are in a dominant position and are regarded by the Vana people as God.

In addition to the Warner Protoss, there are many races here, including many intelligent races, such as Warners, Scrims, Trolls, Kronan and so on.

This is Vanaheim...

"Hey, are you new here?" The door was not closed, and there was a sound from outside.

Luo Wei turned his head to look, but saw a blond young man standing at the opposite door, looking towards him.

He didn't look very old, maybe a few dozen years old at most, maybe even a minor.

"Yes." Luo Wei nodded.

The blond young man came over: "My name is Sigurd, and I am also a healer. What's your name?"

"Rovie." Rowe said, "By the way, I heard that this is a mixed camp. Why didn't I see anyone from the Warner Protoss?"

Sigurd smiled and said: "You think they look special? You know, the Vanir and Asir have a common ancestor."

"Is there any difference from us?"

"No, except culture." Sigurd shrugged.

"They're both protoss and have a common ancestor. What's the difference? Go to the camp and find someone. Before you communicate with him, you won't be able to tell whether he is the Asa or the Vanir protoss."

"Okay." Luo Wei nodded.

It is worth mentioning that the so-called "Protoss" broadly refers to a powerful race, but in fact there are specific standards, but the standards are somewhat controversial.

According to the mainstream, that is, the Asa Protoss and the Vanir Protoss, the Protoss should have these characteristics: high intelligence; kindness and benevolence; have a strong body and be able to survive in the space environment; and have no obvious defects.

According to this standard, races such as frost giants and dark elves were excluded.

They were naturally dissatisfied, so they set up a set of Protoss standards that were suitable for them to fight against them. This was the source of the "Protoss" standard controversy.

Frost giants and dark elves were expelled from the gods by the Asir Protoss. The main reason is not moral quality. After all, the evaluation of moral quality is always subjective and not very convincing.

The Aesir think they are extremely evil, and so do their evaluations of the Aesir.

What really expelled them from their gods was actually their physical defects.

The frost giants are not used to the heat, and the dark elves are afraid of the light. This is obvious, and they can't refute it.

Dark elves are particularly afraid of light. For this reason, they even have to wear special masks and armors to block the invasion of light.

Exposure to a bright environment is a challenge for the strong dark elves, and ordinary dark elves would never dare to do so.

Because of this huge defect, the grass on the dark elf's grave is already high.

In contrast, the Asa Protoss and Vanir Protoss have no obvious defects, are not particularly afraid of a certain environment, and have strong adaptability.

"Siglod, how long have you been in Vanaheim?" The two were talking.

Sigurd said: "It's almost a year. I heard that Vanaheim is rich in medicinal herbs, and there is no danger, so I came here."

Luo Wei: "How do you feel?"

"This place is indeed rich in medicinal herbs. You can feel it when you look at the scenery outside the window. There are plants everywhere. However, this place is not as safe or comfortable as I thought." Sigurd thought for a while and said.

Luo Wei was a little surprised: "Why, are the Scrims very powerful?"

"No, the Scrims are weak. Their strength and wisdom are not higher than the 15-year-old Asgardians. I can easily defeat them." Sigurd said.

"But there are too many of them, you'll never kill them all, and the Skrins are disgusting, I've never seen such a disgusting humanoid creature."

When he spoke, he seemed to recall something, curled his lips, showing a disgusted expression.

"I can only say...the Skrinsians, from their soul to their body, are utterly filthy and depraved."