"Lord Scala, the camp medic officer, is in that room, you can report for duty." Captain Cole pointed to a small cabin not far away and said to Rowe.

Rowe nodded, and walked over.

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

Luo Wei pushed the door in, and saw a tall, thin-looking middle-aged man sitting and flipping through something.

The desk was piled up with all sorts of papers, and it looked a little cluttered. The camp medic is not only responsible for battlefield medical care, but also many chores.

"Master Scala, I'm the new Healer, Rowe Garrison." Luo Wei handed over his identity information and said.

Scala looked at it, then got up and rummaged through a wooden box, took out a book called "The Code of Camp Three", a key, and a dagger and handed it to Rowe.

"The key is the key to your room, and the room number is written on it, and the house to the east is the healer's quarters."

“…… Daggers are used for self-defense, and the Scrimins often sneak up on our camps, and while patrol soldiers can deal with them in most cases, there are times when there are surprises. Once they were inside the camp, we also had to make some preparations. ”

As he was talking to himself, Scala suddenly paused, looked at the Fist of Veligan in Rowe's hand, and frowned slightly: "Warhammer? ”

"Well, it was given to me by a friend, for self-defense." Luo Wei said.

"It's not an ordinary weapon, I can feel its magic fluctuations, and if I'm not guessing, it's the power of the flames...... Your friend is so generous. Scala said slowly.

He then added, "Fighting is not the duty of a healer, even if your hammer is good, let the warriors protect you as much as possible, understand?" ”

"Yes." Luo Wei replied.

"Go ahead." Scala sat down and said without looking up.

Rowe turned away and went to the camp healer's quarters. It's a three-storey building with a wooden structure.

Warnaheim has a lot of forests, a lot of grass and trees, and a variety of wood, so most of the buildings in Warnaheim are made of wood.

Looking at the numbers on the key, Rowe found his room on the second floor and opened the door to enter.

The room was small, a single cabin with a bed that took up half of the space and half of the rest of the space was occupied by tables and chairs. A window was opened in the wall on the side of the bed.

Leaning against the window, Rowe looked out to see the endless verdant forests and the vast rolling mountains.

From time to time, there were some birds in the sky, some of which were large and some of which were of brilliant colors, all of which he had never seen before.

Unlike the peculiar celestial body of Asgard, Warnerheim is a standard planet, and it has a vast territory and many races, and the Warner Protoss is only the strongest of the many Warner races, dominating and being regarded as gods by the Warners.

In addition to the Warners, there are many races here, including many intelligent races, such as Warners, Scrimins, Trolls, Krunans, and many more.

This is the Warnerheim ......

"Hey, you're new here?" The door wasn't closed, and there was a noise outside.

Luo Wei turned his head to look, only to see a blonde young man standing in the doorway opposite, looking at his side.

He doesn't seem to be very old, at most dozens of years old, and maybe even underage.

"yes." Luo Wei nodded.

The blond youth walked over: "My name is Siglod, and I am also a healer, what is your name?" ”

"Rowe." "By the way, I heard this is a mixed camp, why didn't I see any Warner Protoss?" ”

Siglod laughed, "You think they're special-looking? You know, the Warner Protoss and the Aesir Protoss have a common ancestor. ”

"It's no different from us at all?"

"No, except for culture." Siglode shrugged.

"They are all Protoss, and they have a common ancestor, what difference can there be? Go to the camp and find a random person, and you can't tell if it's an Aesir or a Warner until you communicate with him. ”

"Okay." Luo Wei nodded.

It is worth mentioning that the so-called "Protoss" refers broadly to a powerful race, but in fact there are specific criteria, but the criteria are somewhat controversial.

According to the mainstream that is, the Aesir Protoss and the Warner Protoss, the Protoss should have these characteristics: a high degree of intelligence; kindness and benevolence; Possess a powerful body and be able to survive in the space environment; There are no obvious flaws.

According to this criterion, races such as the Frost Giants and the Dark Elves are excluded.

They were naturally dissatisfied, so they set up a set of standards for the Protoss that were suitable for them, which was the source of the controversy over the standards of the "Protoss".

The main reason why the frost giants and dark elves were expelled from the Aesir Protoss is not moral character, after all, the evaluation of moral character always has a subjective component, which is not very convincing.

The Aesirs consider them to be the most evil, and so do their evaluations of the Aesirs.

What really expelled them was their physical defects.

The frost giants are not accustomed to the heat, and the dark elves are afraid of the light, which is obvious, and they themselves cannot refute it.

The Dark Elves are particularly afraid of light, and for this reason, they even have to wear special masks and armor to block the invasion of light.

Exposure to the light environment is a challenge that belongs to the dark elf powerhouse, and ordinary dark elves would never dare to do it.

Because of this huge flaw, the grave grass of the dark elves has grown tall.

In contrast, the Aesir Protoss and Warner Protoss have no obvious flaws, are not particularly afraid of a specific environment, and have strong adaptability.

"Siglode, how long have you been in Warneheim?" The two talked.

Siglode said, "It's been almost a year. I heard that there are plenty of herbs in Warnerheim here, and there is no danger, so I came here. ”

Luo Wei: "How does it feel?" ”

"There are a lot of herbs here, and you can feel it when you look at the scenery outside the window, there are plants everywhere. However, it is not as safe or comfortable as I thought. Siglod thought for a moment and said.

Rowe was a little surprised: "What, are the Sclins very powerful?" ”

"No, the Scrimins are weak, their strength and intelligence are no higher than the fifteen-year-old Asgardians, I can easily defeat them." Siglode said.

"But there are so many of them that you can never kill them cleanly, and the Scrimins are very disgusting, I've never seen such disgusting humanoids."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips as if he remembered something, revealing a disgusted expression.

"All I can say is...... The Scriminths, from soul to body, are utterly filthy and depraved. ”