Paladin of Asgard Chapter 25: [Skrinsians]

"Why do you say that?"

Sigurd said: "First of all, it's the appearance. You can tell this after seeing it... Besides, the Scrims are an inherently evil race. I used to think that there were no inherently evil creatures. Until I met the Scrims."

"All in all, don't feel sorry for any Skrinsians, not even women and children among them."

Hearing this, Luo Wei couldn't help thinking about it.

Although he had heard that the Scrims were cruel, he did not expect this to be the case.

Asgard has good law and order, and thieves are hard to find. He is worried that there is no crime to punish. If the Sklins are really evil in nature, wouldn't that just provide him with a target for sanctions.

After the two chatted for a while, Sigurd went back to his room.

On the second day, after eating, Rowe and Sigurd went to the camp's pharmacy together to start the day's work.

There are a lot of medicinal herbs in the pharmacy room, and the smell is so fragrant that Luo Wei couldn't help but shine his eyes as soon as he came in.

Mount Lyfia is known as the Holy Land of Medicinal Herbs, but after all, the area is too small, and most of the high-end products are grown in the royal medicine garden. Therefore, for ordinary people, Vanaheim's medicinal herb resources are more abundant.

I don't know how many of these herbs can be used as ingredients for talent mixture... Luo Wei thought to himself.

"Start working, we need to make more antidotes." Several doctors entered the pharmaceutical room one after another, getting busy.

Sigurd said: "In addition to the most commonly used healing stones, antidotes are the most commonly produced potions here, mainly Greenhild antidotes. Vanaheim is rich in medicinal herbs, and naturally it is also rich in poisonous weeds. The Linsi people also like to use poison very much.”

"Although most poisons cannot cause fatal damage to the warriors of the Protoss, they will affect their actions to some extent. In battle, sometimes this effect cannot be underestimated."

He introduced it eloquently, and then asked, "Have you learned the Greenhilde antidote?"

"I just learned it not long ago." Luo Wei began to process the required herbs.

Sigurd smiled: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me, I am quite good at antidotes."

Luo Wei didn't speak, but processed the herbs in a fast pace, one step after another.

Sigurd also started to get busy.

At the beginning, the two just worked on the antidote silently.

However, after a while, Sigurd's expression became a little unnatural, and he glanced at Luo Wei several times in a row: "How did you do it so fast?"

"Fast?" Luo Wei didn't think so, "My cousin is much faster than me."

Speaking of El, he suddenly felt a little missing, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but slow down a bit.

Seeing this, Sigurd hurriedly speeded up his pace, trying to catch up with Rowe's progress.

However, soon, Luo Wei's mind returned to the work at hand, and the pace was much faster, leaving Sigurd several steps away.

Sigurd's eyes widened and he was sweating wildly.

In the end, when Rowe finished making the antidote, he was only halfway through the process.

Looking at Luo Wei's calm expression, thinking that he had tried to point him before, Sigurd's face was on fire, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "You... aren't you just learning?"

"It's not considered just learning, it's been more than two months." Luo Wei said, taking out the holy deed and spreading it on the table.

Sigurd: "..."

Luo Wei brought a herb and put it on the blueprint of the talent mixture for identification.

Just like when buying magic gems before, in order to facilitate his use of the identification function of the holy deed, Rowe specially prepared a few pages of paper and clipped them in the holy deed.

Except for him, no one can see the pictures and texts on the holy deed, so in the eyes of others, his behavior is like studying medicinal herbs against notes, without attracting any attention.

[Cannot be used as a substitute material]

Luo Wei changed to a new herb for identification.

[11% substitution for purple lotus], [cannot be used as a substitute material], [26% substitution for heather grass]...

Gray line grass [92% replacement for silver leaf grass]

Seeing this result, Luo Wei's eyes lit up, and he quickly recorded it.

92% replacement rate, this result is quite good. If there is no accident, when he finally made the talent mixture, he should use this gray thread grass.

"What are you doing?" Sigurd asked.

"Take notes."

Sigurd leaned over and watched for a long time, but his eyes were blurred and he couldn't understand anything.

This is exactly what Luo Wei wanted. Those few pages recorded all the most obscure knowledge he extracted from the "Greenhildr Pharmacopoeia".

Sigurd was too embarrassed to ask again, but felt that Luo Wei was more advanced, so he lowered his head and left with a complicated expression.

After identifying the medicinal materials in the pharmacy, in addition to the gray line grass with a 92% substitution rate for silver leaf grass, there is also a herb with a 59% substitution rate for heather grass, and a 51% substitution rate for golden thorn grass. Herbs are a bit of a harvest.

However, Luo Wei was not very happy. After all, among the several ingredients of the talent mixture, the substitutes of silver leaf grass, heather grass and golden thorn grass should be the most basic and easy to obtain.

Arcane, Mountain Blood, and Dragon Blood are the real headaches.

Purple lotus doesn't seem to be easy to get.

There is also a lightning flower core, Luo Wei has no impression of it at all, and he has wondered more than once whether this thing is something from World of Warcraft.

However, no matter how difficult these materials are to collect ~IndoMTL.com~ he will definitely collect them. Otherwise, it is really difficult to become a big weapon with this small body.

In the next few days, Luo Wei quickly adapted to the life in the camp, and worked with Sigurd every day to make medicine and treat the wounded.

The injuries caused by the Scrims to the Protoss were basically ordinary injuries, and the warriors themselves could use potions to deal with them. Therefore, there were not many tasks to treat the wounded. The main job of the healers was to make medicines, which was relatively easy.

This evening.

Luo Wei was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep when a sharp whistle sounded suddenly.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Rowe shuddered, and immediately lost all sleepiness. He quickly turned over and looked out the window.

The fire was bright, and the soldiers in the camp quickly organized themselves. At the same time, the sound of running and shouting came from the surrounding forest.

This yelling sound was very sharp, not like a human being, but rather like a reptile, but it was quite regular, as if speaking a certain language.

As the sound approached quickly, under the light of the fire, Luo Wei could clearly see the attacker's face.

This is a green creature, roughly human-shaped, but with a tail and scales, like a lizardman, but the head is similar to some insects.

From the perspective of human aesthetics, this is indeed a disgusting image.

They are none other than the Scrims.

There were so many of these Scrims, locusts generally came from all directions, and the ground trembled slightly.

They were armed with all kinds of miscellaneous weapons, without a single strand of hair on their bodies, while shaking their indescribable organs, they rushed towards the camp of the Protoss shouting...

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