Paladins of Asgard

"Why do you say that?"

Sigurd said: "The first is the appearance, you will know this after you have seen it... In addition, the Skrins are an inherently evil race. I used to think that there were no inherently evil creatures until I met Scrins."

"In short, don't sympathize with any Scrins, not even their women and children."

Hearing this, Luo Wei couldn't help thinking.

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

Asgard is safe and secure, and thieves are hard to find. He is worried that there is no crime to punish. If the Scrins are really evil in nature, wouldn't that be the right person to provide him with sanctions.

The two chatted for a while, and Sigurd went back to his room.

The next day, after eating, Rowe and Sigurd went to the pharmacy in the camp to start the day's work.

There were a lot of herbs on display in the pharmacy room, and the smell was fragrant. Luo Wei couldn't help but light up his eyes as soon as he came in.

Liphia Mountain is known as the Holy Land of Medicinal Herbs, but after all, the area is too small, and most of the high-end products grow in the royal medicine garden. Therefore, for ordinary people, Warnerheim has more abundant medicinal herb resources.

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

"Let's start working, we need to make some more antidote." Several doctors entered the pharmacy one after another and got busy.

Sigurd said: "In addition to the most commonly used healing stone, the most commonly used potion here is antidote, mainly Greenhild's antidote. Warnerheim is rich in herbs, and naturally also rich in poisonous weeds. Also very fond of using poison."

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

He introduced it eloquently, and then asked, "Have you studied Greenhild's antidote?"

"I just learned it not long ago." Rowe started to handle the herbs he needed.

Sigurd smiled: "If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I'm pretty good at antidote."

Luo Wei didn't say a word, he just dealt with the herbs at a fast pace, step by step.

Sigurd also got busy.

At first, the two were just silently doing the antidote.

However, after a while, Sigurd's expression became a little unnatural, and he glanced at Rowe a few times: "How did you do it so quickly?"

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

Speaking of El, he suddenly felt a little missed, and the movements in his hands could not help slowing down a bit.

Seeing this, Sigurd quickly accelerated the pace, trying to catch up with Rowe's progress.

Soon, however, Rowe's mind returned to the work at hand, and the pace was much faster, throwing off Sigurd several steps.

Sigurd's eyes widened, and a burst of sweat broke out.

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

Looking at Luo Wei's calm expression, thinking that he had tried to point him before, Sigurd's face burned, and after a while he said, "You... haven't you just learned?"

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

Sigurd: "..."

Rowe brought a medicinal herb and put it on the blueprint of the talent mixture for identification.

Just like when he bought magic gems before, in order to make it easier for him to use the identification function of the holy deed, Rowe specially prepared a few pages of paper to be sandwiched 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 herbs according to his notes, which is not noticeable at all.

[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]…

Grey thread grass [92% substitution for silver leaf grass]

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

92% substitution rate, this result is quite good. If nothing else, when he finally made the talent mixture, he should have used this gray thread grass.

"What are you doing?" Sigurd asked.

"Take notes."

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

This is exactly the effect that Luo Wei wanted, and those few pages were all recorded with the most obscure knowledge he extracted from the "Greenhilde Pharmacopoeia".

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

After identifying the medicinal materials in the pharmacy, in addition to the 92% substitution of silverleaf grass, there is also a medicinal herb with a 59% substitution degree for heather, and a medicinal herb with a 51% substitution degree for golden thorn grass. A little gain.

However, Luo Wei was not too happy. After all, among the several materials in the talent mixture, the substitutes for silver leaf grass, heather grass and golden thorn grass should be the most basic and easiest to obtain.

Orkin, blood of mountains, and blood of dragon are the real headaches.

It seems that the purple lotus is not easy to get.

There is also a thunderbolt core, Rowe has no impression of it at all, and he has doubted more than once whether this thing is something from World of Warcraft.

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

In the days that followed, Rowe quickly adapted to life in the camp, working with Sigurd every day to make medicines and treat the wounded.

The damage caused by the Scrins to the Protoss is basically normal damage, which can be solved by the warriors themselves with potions, so there are not many tasks to treat the wounded.

this evening.

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

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Luo Wei felt agitated, and suddenly lost sleep. He hurriedly stood up and looked out the window.

The fire was bright, and the soldiers in the camp quickly organized. At the same time, there were intensive running and shouting sounds from the surrounding forest.

The shouting sound is very sharp, not like a human being, but like some kind of reptile, but it is quite regular, and it seems to be speaking a certain language.

As the sound approached quickly, Rowe saw the attacker's face clearly under the firelight.

This is a green creature that is roughly humanoid, but has a tail and scales, like a lizard man, but the head is similar to some insects.

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

They are the Scrins.

These Scrins are extremely numerous, and the locusts generally come from all directions, and the earth trembles slightly.

They held all kinds of miscellaneous weapons, with no strands on their bodies, and while shaking their indescribable organs, they rushed to the camp of the Protoss screaming...

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