Paladins of Asgard

The Skrinthians' cannon fodder had been exhausted, leaving only the hard-nosed elite, but they were still so numerous that they surrounded the camp layer by layer.

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

When the cannon fodder Skrins 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, facing these Skrins elites, have been unable to achieve one-shot kills.

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

More and more Scrins stormed into the camp.

Commander Heimdall led a team of soldiers to fight the enemy in the camp, and Medical Officer Skala 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 filed in, heading straight for the doctor.

Scala roared, 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 these lightning strikes are far from enough.

The soldiers next to Scala entered the battle one after another. They had not made any shots before. They were soldiers in good condition in the camp, so they could easily deal with this group of enemies.

"boom!"

The head of a Scrins man 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, "Feel the disgust of the Scrins."

Rowe nodded.

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

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

Ander's hands, feet, body, and even 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 tightly holding Verrigan's fist, then clenched his teeth slightly 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 breath. 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 Skrinthian was directly smashed into two pieces, and several companions around him were also blasted out by the power of the Holy Light and the flames, either dead or injured.

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

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

Holy Light Strikes!

The Holy Light swept across with a hammer, and several Scrins were killed. They were hit in the chest and their chests were sunken. 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 Light's power does not appear to be enhanced 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 as he killed the Scrins.

"Andre, are you all right?" he called.

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

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

Rowe swung his hammer to deal with the steady stream of Scrinsians, 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 Scrinthians, who had been slaughtering incessantly, gathered around again.

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

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

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

Just as he thought about it, a Scrins man took a close look and stabbed Rowe in the arm.

This is not a sharp weapon. Even if the blade was rolled on Rowe's body, he managed to draw a shallow wound on Rowe's arm.

poison!

Rowe knew that the knife was poisonous, but the Scrins attacked him so hard that he didn't even have 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, the slowness of the action is also very fatal.

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

Damn, wait till Lao Tzu learns the Holy Storm, and you Scrinthians will be bald!

Rowe was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

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

Ander was in a very bad state at this time. 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 from Ander stood a tall, fully armored Skrinthian who looked distinctly different from the other Skrinthians.

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

"A Lord of Skrins..."

Ander gasped and whispered, looking vigilant.