Paladins of Asgard

The Skrins' cannon fodder troops had been exhausted, and only the elite troops of perseverance remained, but despite this, their numbers were still extremely large, encircling the camp layer by layer.

Compared to the cannon fodder who didn't even wear much clothes before, these Scrins elites are not only well-equipped, but also obviously superior in intelligence.

When the cannon fodder Scrins rushed to kill, they would only repeat a few words back and forth, and then go on a rampage. Obviously, their intelligence is very low. They are not so much warriors as they are war beasts.

These elite Scrins are different. They have shown certain fighting skills and sometimes communicate with their companions, although from the perspective of gestures, the content of their exchanges is mostly "Why are you so hot chicken", "You are so hot." Will it hit?" or something like that...

After the battle just now, the exhausted Protoss soldiers were no longer able to achieve a one-hit kill in the face of these Skrins elites.

More and more soldiers were wounded, and the dead began to appear.

The number of Skrins who stormed into the camp was growing.

Commander Heimdall led a team of soldiers to fight the enemy in the camp, and the medical officer Scala was responsible for leading people to protect non-combatants such as doctors.

Somewhere in the perimeter defense line was torn open, and a large number of Scrins people filed in and went straight to the location of the healer.

Scala roared loudly, and once again smashed out a large piece of thunder, and the arc was like a dragon and snake, flying towards the enemy.

"Boom!"

But this time there are too many enemies, and the damage of these lightning bolts is far from enough.

The soldiers next to Scala entered the battle one after another. They had never made a move before. They were soldiers in good condition in the current camp, so they could easily deal with this group of enemies.

"boom!"

A Scrins man's head landed at Rowe's feet, dark green blood splashed on his feet, and a strong stench hit his face.

Sigurd covered his mouth and nose, and said, "You feel the disgust of the people of Scrins."

Rowe nodded.

"Ah!" At this moment, a somewhat familiar scream came.

Rowe turned his head to look, but not far away, Andel was surrounded by a group of Scrins.

Ander's hands, feet, body, and neck were tightly hugged by more than one enemy. He screamed several times in succession, and he was about to fall to the ground. The situation was very critical.

Rowe clenched his right hand clenching Verrigan's fist, then clenched his teeth a little and rushed over.

"What are you doing! Come back!" Sigurd was startled.

Luo Wei turned a deaf ear, clenched Verrigan's fist in his right hand, and summoned the Holy Pact in his heart.

In an instant, a dense layer of holy light was like armor, wrapping the Fist of Verrigan, and the mysterious runes on it circulated endlessly, exuding a sacred aura. At the same time, flames also lingered out and wrapped around the warhammer.

With a distance of more than ten steps away from the enemy, Luo Wei shouted and waved vigorously.

Judgment!

An energy warhammer composed of holy light and flame blasted out from the Fist of Verrigan, at an extremely fast speed, and smashed into a group of Skrinthians in an instant.

"Boom!"

A Scrins man was directly smashed into two pieces, and several companions around him were also blasted out by the power of holy light and flames, either dead or injured.

A trial successfully attracted a lot of hatred, and nearly half of the Scrins who had surrounded Ander rushed towards Rowe.

Luo Wei's expression remained unchanged, his hands clenched the fist of Verrigan, and the light of the Holy Light and the flames were both shining, very dazzling.

Holy Light Strike!

The Holy Light struck and swept across with a hammer, and several Skrinsians were killed. They were hit in the chest with depressions in their chests, and when they were hit in the head, their brains burst out on the spot!

However, this power did not meet Rowe's expectations.

In the face of sinful targets, the lethality of Holy Light will be enhanced, which was verified when he dealt with thieves before.

However, the power of the Light did not seem to be strengthened when attacking the Skrinthians. What is the reason?

Aren't the Scrins evil?

Rowe was puzzled, but he didn't dare to stop the warhammer in his hand.

The fist of Verrigan swept across, and the power of flame surged, often drawing hot and dazzling flame trails in mid-air, like a shooting star.

For a time, the Scrins couldn't get close at all.

Rowe approached Ander while killing the Scrins.

"Andre, are you okay?" he shouted.

The number of enemies was reduced by half, and Ander naturally fought back hard, wielding his great sword in his hand, beheading several Skrinsmen one after another, and temporarily escaped the siege.

"Luo Wei, why are you?" Ander asked panting when he saw that it was Lo Wei who saved him.

Rowe swung his hammer to deal with the steady stream of Scrins people, and said, "Didn't you ask me to take care of you more?"

Ander was still in disbelief, and shook his head: "I didn't expect such a scene."

The incessant Scrins surrounded them again.

The two then turned back to back, each facing one enemy, and stood still in the siege.

I have to say, as Sigurd said, the Scrins are really disgusting. Not only do they stink blood, but they also like to spit wildly in battle, but their saliva secretion is amazing. There are many and smelly uukanshu.com, which affects people's mood very much.

Rowe would rather be stabbed a few times than face the Scrins' bodily fluids.

Just as he was thinking so, a Scrins man took a close look and stabbed Rowe in the arm.

This is not a sharp weapon, even if it rolled the blade on Rowe's body, it managed to cut a shallow wound on Rowe's arm.

Poison!

Rowe knew the knife was poisonous, but the Scrins attacked him more violently, leaving him no time to take out the antidote.

With the onset of toxicity, his movements gradually became a little sluggish.

This poison can't really hurt the Aesir, and the effect will dissipate quickly, but on the battlefield, it is also very fatal to become sluggish.

So after a while, Luo Wei added a few more minor injuries, and the poisonous power in his body that was about to be resolved by the immunity of the Protoss was also supplemented.

Damn, wait for Lao Tzu to learn the Holy Storm, and you Scrins people will be bald to death!

Rowe was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

The Scrins who rushed up became more elite, better equipped, and more skilled in combat.

At this time, Ander was in a very bad state. He had multiple injuries on his body, including his neck. He was out of breath and might fall down at any time. Rowe wasn't much better either.

A few steps away from Ander stood a tall, fully armored Skrinthian who looked distinctly different from the other Skrinthians.

At this moment, the Scrins man was slowly approaching, holding a spear and staring at Ander coldly, as if waiting for an opportunity.

"A Lord of Scrins..."

Ander gasped and whispered, looking alert.

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