Chapter 32： 【Heimd】

In addition to medicinal herbs and lightning mead, Luo Wei also exchanged a lot of gold coins. After all, donating gold coins is more convenient and more cost-effective than donating other items.

The caravan sent two wine glasses, so after getting the Thunder Mead, Rowe immediately poured two glasses, and Sigurd and Sigurd each had one.

"呲...呲..."

The dark blue mead was poured into the wine glass, and there were some arcs flashing, accompanied by a slight electric shock, which was really amazing.

The two touched each other, raised their glasses and drank the mead.

A strong sense of pungency came, and Luo Wei only felt that a few arcs were opening in his mouth, and his entire mouth was a little numb for a while, and he couldn't help but exhale: "Hi-ha-"

"Cough! Cough-cough-" Sigurd was choked, coughed and blushed.

After a while, he calmed down, frowned and said, "This wine is not good at all, Luo Wei, you've lost money."

Rowe: "..."

At this time, a thin young warrior came over and joked: "I said Sigurd, are you an adult, and you are drinking here secretly? Are you afraid that I will tell your father?"

Sigurd curled his lips: "If you dare to tell my father, I will tell you about you too."

A trace of embarrassment flashed on the thin young man's face: "Just kidding, you really have no sense of humor."

The two chatted for a while, and he turned to leave: "Don't talk, I still have business."

Sigurd was startled, blinked, and seemed to think of something: "Commander, won't you be planning to let you **** the caravan?"

"You guessed it right." The lean young man said, "But I think this should be the safest escort. After all, after the war, the surrounding Skrins people were less than half of them, and it should not be possible to be attacked on the road. "

"By the way, how long are you going to stay in Warnerheim?" he continued.

Sigurd: "I've only been here for a while. Are you ready to go back?"

The lean young man nodded: "It's been a long time since I went back to Asgard. After this **** is over, I'll go back."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Rowe asked, "Who is he?"

"Heimd, the fastest runner among Asgard's 158-year-old and three-month-old youth," Sigurd said casually.

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Six months passed.

About a war really consumed a lot of Skrins people. In the past six months, Rowe's life in the camp has been very quiet, with only a few small-scale attacks.

The so-called small-scale attack refers to the attack organized by one or two Lord Skrins. Generally speaking, this kind of attack cannot break into the interior of the camp.

Considering the blood and exuberant body fluids secreted by the Scrins, Rowe didn't want to participate in the battle at first, he just wanted to find a chance to catch another outcropping lord and kill it with the sword of justice.

Until three months ago, he accidentally discovered that in addition to the lords, there were a small number of high-level elites in the Skrins army who also reached the standard of intelligent life and possessed sinful attributes.

Although these high-level elites are also extremely cautious, always hiding behind the cannon fodder, and easily not showing their faces, they are still much easier to kill than the lords.

In half a year, Rowe successfully killed two high-level elites of Scrins, but unfortunately, he was unlucky, and the two revenge awards did not produce anything good, a book of ordinary experience, and a holy light illumination technique, which can be learned directly, but except for There is no practical use for anything other than lighting.

That night, there was a sound of warning outside.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The camp was quickly organized, and groups of Protoss soldiers formed an iron-clad outer defense line, waiting in full force.

"Kill!" A large number of Scrins came from all directions, killing the third camp, with a loud voice.

In six months, Rowe already knew a few Scrins words, these low-intelligence cannon fodder Scrins, in addition to shouting kill, only a few insulting words.

Rowe waited quietly by the window.

As before, the cannon fodder rushed up in waves, but like harvested crops, they fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, just to drain the stamina and state of the Protoss soldiers.

After the cannon fodder was dead, the stubborn Scrins elite came on stage. The speed at which they were killed was much slower, and the scene was a little stalemate.

Rowe immediately jumped down from the window, holding the fist of Verrigan, and wandering around the perimeter defense line.

For crimes such as theft, it must be very close to the holy deed to be perceived, but serious sins are different.

For serious crimes, basically as long as the judgment or the sword of justice can hit, the pointer of holy light can sense it.

"You're here again?" Ander, who was fighting, saw Rowe and turned his head to say something.

"Well." Rowe nodded and said nothing.

Ander smiled and said, "Lord Scala has only killed a Skrins Lord by chance. If you can kill another one, you will be the only incumbent healer in Asgard who has killed two Skrins Lords."

Rowe stalked around the line of defense, gazing at the attacking Scrins.

Suddenly, the holy deed radiated a lot of light, and the pointer of the holy light pointed straight ahead.

The radiance of the holy deed is strong, but only Rowe can feel it.

His expression turned positive, UU reading clenched Verrigan's fist and searched for the specific location of the target.

"Ah-uh!" At this moment, a Protoss soldier suddenly screamed, but was stabbed in the neck by a sharp sword that suddenly struck, blood splashed, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

At the same time, a stern-eyed Scrins man appeared in front of Rowe. He stabbed the soldier in the neck with a single blow, and was about to retreat.

How could Rowe let him go, and immediately waved his warhammer.

Judgment!

The energy warhammer composed of holy light and fire blasted out, hitting the Scrinthian in the arm when he was about to disappear into the group.

"Boom!"

Stimulated by the strong sin, the energy warhammer exploded, and the golden holy light and the red flame expanded, engulfing the Scrins.

Therefore, even though he only hit the shoulder, he still managed to blow up half of the Skrins elite's body and successfully killed it.

This kind of evildoer has a crispy defensive power, not to mention being hit in the arm, even if it is only rubbed by the Holy Light, it is a dead end.

After killing the enemy, Luo Wei hurriedly dragged the seriously wounded soldiers out of the defense line.

"Uh... uh..." The soldier was stabbed in the neck, blood came from his mouth, his body trembled, and he was speechless.

Fortunately, the wound is not very deep, it should not penetrate the neck bone, and it is not fatal for the time being.

Luo Wei took out a healing stone, rubbed it into powder, and sprinkled it on the wound on the soldier's neck.

As the healing powder fell, the wound quickly scabbed over and stopped bleeding. The blood in the soldier's mouth gradually stopped after a while.

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ps:

Yesterday, there was a reason for this... Trumpet leveling, he accidentally brushed a DK horse in Stratholme, and Ben African Chief was so excited that he couldn't write a word.