Paladin of Asgard Chapter 24: [Wanaheim]

"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.

"Boom."

"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.

"Master Scala, I am the new healer, Rowe Garrison." Rowe said as he handed 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 residence of the doctor."

"...daggers are used for self-defense. The Skrins often attack our camp. Although patrol 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 Veligan in Rowe'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 flames... Your friend is so generous." Scala said slowly.

He then added another sentence: "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.

"Let's go." Skala 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-person 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 on one side of the bed.

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

From time to time, some birds could be seen in the sky, some were huge in size, and some were colorful, all of which were species he had never seen before.

Unlike a peculiar celestial body like Asgard, Vanaheim is a standard planet with a vast territory and various races. People are regarded as gods.

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 doesn't seem to be very old, at most dozens of years old, 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 the people from the Warner Protoss?"

Sigurd said with a smile: "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 are all protoss and have a common ancestor. What's the difference? Go to the camp and find someone. Before communicating with him, you can't tell whether he is the Asa protoss or the Vanir protoss."

"Alright." Rowe 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 the following characteristics: human form; high intelligence; kindness and benevolence; have a strong body, can survive in the space environment; 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.

The reason why the Frost Giants and Dark Elves were expelled from the Aesir Protoss was not their moral character. After all, the evaluation of moral character is always subjective and not very convincing.

The Aesir consider them to be extremely evil, and so do their evaluations of the Aesir.

What really expelled them ~IndoMTL.com~ was their physical flaws.

Frost giants are not used to the heat, and dark elves are afraid of 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, they are not particularly afraid of a certain environment, and have strong adaptability.

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

Sigurd said: "It's been 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 fifteen-year-old Asgardians. I can easily defeat them." Sigurd said.

"But there are too many of them, you can never kill them cleanly, and the Scrims are very disgusting, I have never seen such a disgusting humanoid creature."

When he spoke, he seemed to be recalling something, his mouth curled up, showing a disgusted expression.

"I can only say... Sklins people, from their soul to their body, they are completely dirty and depraved."