The soldiers of the Protoss quickly stood in a circle, surrounded the camp, and stood for the battle with their blades forward.

The mighty Scrimson army came in like a flood, and then it seemed to hit an impregnable wall, and it collapsed at the touch of a button.

In the face of the powerful Protoss warriors and the invincible Protoss weapons, the Scrimins were as fragile as paper, and the vanguard was killed by the Protoss soldiers in a blink of an eye, and the corpses fell to the ground like harvested crops.

The Protoss soldiers, on the other hand, were unscathed, all standing firmly in place, unmoved.

The strength of the Protoss can be seen.

However, despite this, the faces of the soldiers did not relax at all, and they were still ready for battle, as if they were facing a great enemy, and some even showed a little nervousness.

When a locust crosses the border, no one is complacent that he can crush a locust to death. The Scrimins are like locusts, and they can become a great problem for the Warner Protoss, not by the combat power of individuals, but by their overwhelming numbers.

The first Bosnian was slaughtered in an instant, and the second Bosnian came up and shouted even more frantically.

Not surprisingly, the Second Persian Bulletins were also easily slaughtered by the Protoss soldiers, and quickly harvested.

However, the third, fourth, fifth, and more waves of enemies continued to rush in.

Soon the outskirts of the camp piled up with corpses taller than a person, blood pouring profusely.

The Scrimins' blood was dark green and had a strong fishy stench, so the camp soon had a disgusting smell.

This taste...... It's like a big heather blooming in a slaughterhouse.

Even though Rowe was in his room, he couldn't help but frown slightly when he smelled it from afar. One can imagine how it would have been like for the soldiers to be surrounded by the corpses of the Scriminths.

In this environment, after many kills, the state of the Protoss soldiers began to decline, although no one was injured, but the atmosphere was obviously much more tense.

Just then, another group of Scrimins rushed up.

Unlike the previous cannon fodder troops, these Scrimins were more or less armoured, and the weapons in their hands were significantly better, at least they were all metalwork.

They climbed a hill of corpses of their companions, then jumped down and charged the Protoss soldiers.

This jump caused some of them to directly cross the defense line of the Protoss soldiers, and although they were killed by the returning soldiers in the blink of an eye, if they looked down from a high place, the defense line formed by the Protoss soldiers had already begun to be infiltrated by green.

More and more Scrimins crossed the lines, and every now and then a few unkilled rushed into the camp.

The soldiers inside the camp began to strike and kill the fish that had slipped through the net.

The battle continued, and some Protoss soldiers began to be wounded.

Most Scrimins have fragile weapons, not to mention penetrating the armor of the Protoss, and even the skin of the Protoss soldiers may not be able to cut through them.

But there are also sharp weapons that can injure Protoss soldiers, and most of these weapons are coated with poison that is enough to have an effect on Protoss.

Luo Wei looked at the battle scene outside the window, and couldn't help but get nervous.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at the door.

Rowe got up and opened the door, and saw that it was Siglod, and of course there were other healers.

Siglod held the dagger in his hand and said, "The Scrimson attack is on a large scale, the enemy has already entered the camp, Lord Scala has asked us to prepare." ”

A man next to him said, "Take your dagger." ”

Rowe took the hammer and shook it in his hand: "No, I have this." ”

Verrigan's fist shone silver, shining on the faces of several healers, causing them to look at each other.

One of them whispered, "Has the healer changed to a warhammer now?" I want to make a whole ...... too."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go down."

A group of doctors went downstairs one after another.

Luo Wei casually asked, "Where are we going?" ”

Siglod: "To Commander Heimdall, of course, the healer is protected. ”

"Heimdall?" Luo Wei was stunned.

Siglod smiled, "You've been in the camp for a few days, so you don't even know the name of the commander." ”

Rowe didn't speak, he did know now.

Unexpectedly, the commander of the third camp turned out to be Heimdall, the gatekeeper of Asgard in the era of Thor.

Soon, the healers were in the open space in the center of the camp, where Commander Heimdall, Medic Officer Scala and others were all there, surrounded by a circle of soldiers.

Rowe stole a glance at Heimdall.

Heimdall was dark-skinned, tall and burly, and Thor had not yet been born at this time, so he was naturally very young, and he should look a few hundred years old.

He was heavily armoured and held an oversized battle axe on the ground, instead of the Guardian Sword that would later come with the Gatekeeper.

The most similar thing to the image of later generations is probably the horned helmet that Heimdall wears on his head. This is actually an Asgardian tradition, the helmets of the warriors have horns, and most of them are more pompous, long, thick and pointed, the kind that can be inserted into the dead.

As if sensing Rowe's covert observation, Heimdall turned his head to look at him, and although he didn't say anything, it made Rowe feel excited.

It was then that he remembered that Heimdall had all-seeing eyes.

As long as there are no special forces such as hidden magic and reality gems, Heimdall can look wherever he wants, even if he does not move, regardless of spatial distance, and there are no dead ends in all directions.

This kind of person shouldn't be liked by girls, right...... Luo Wei thought to himself.

"Warriors, get ready for battle." Heimdall picked up the tomahawk and said slowly.

At that moment, a hole was breached in the outer defenses, and a group of well-armed Scrimins roared and rushed over.

Heimdall stood at the front of the crowd, and Rowe was about to see what he was capable of, but it was the medical officer Alla Scala who struck first.

Scala's beard twitched, and he was seen rubbing his hands together.

"Crackle!"

The arc of lightning flickered, and a long thunderbolt poured out of his hand, instantly rushing into the middle of the Scrimins, and then exploding.

"Boom!"

Before the Scrims could scream, they were swept away by the thunder and turned into charred corpses.

Luo Wei was taken aback, but he didn't expect that Svenwen's medical officer, Scala, would have such amazing combat power.

The first opening is opened, followed by the second and third.

Faced with a steady stream of Scrimins who could not be killed, the soldiers of the outer line of defense were increasingly overstretched.

More and more Scrimins took the opportunity to rush into the camp and engage the soldiers guarding inside, and the green corpses and blood of the Scrimins quickly spread.