The Scrimins had exhausted their cannon fodder troops, leaving only the elite troops in stubborn cloaks, but they were still very numerous, and they surrounded the camp one layer after another.

Compared to cannon fodder, who didn't even wear much clothes before, these Scrimins elites are not only well-equipped, but also significantly more intelligent.

When the cannon fodder sklins rush to kill, they will only repeat a few words back and forth, and then go on a rampage, obviously with very low intelligence, not so much a warrior as a war beast.

The elite Scrims in front of them are different, they have shown some fighting skills, and sometimes they will communicate with their companions, although judging from their demeanor and movements, the content of their communication is not complicated, most of them are "why are you such a spicy chicken", "will you fight", "don't rob my head" and so on......

After the battle just now, the Protoss soldiers who were in a state of exhaustion were no longer able to kill with one blow in the face of these Scrims elites.

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

More and more Scrimins stormed the camp.

Commander Heimdall leads a group of soldiers to fight the enemy in the camp, while Medical Officer Alla Scala is responsible for leading people to protect non-combatants such as healers.

Somewhere in the outer defenses, a large number of Scrimins swooped in, heading straight for the healer.

Scala roared, and once again unleashed a large burst of thunder, arcing like a dragon and serpent, flying towards the enemy.

"Boom!"

But this time there were too many enemies, and the damage of these thunderbolts was far from enough.

The soldiers beside Scala went into battle, they had not made a move before, and they were in good shape in the camp at the moment, so they were able to deal with this group of enemies with great ease.

"Bang!"

A Scrimins head landed at Rowe's feet, dark green blood splattered on his feet, and a strong fishy stench hit his face.

Siglod covered his mouth and nose and said, "Feel the disgusting Scrimsons." ”

Luo Wei nodded.

"Ahh At this moment, a somewhat familiar scream came.

Rowe turned his head to look, only to see that not far away, Ander was surrounded by a group of Scriminths.

Andre's hands, feet, torso, and neck were clung to by more than one enemy, and he let out several screams in succession, and he was about to fall to the ground, and his condition was very critical.

Rovi's right hand, which was holding Virigan's fist, tightened tightly, then gritted his teeth slightly, and rushed over.

"What are you going to do! Come back! Siglod was taken aback.

Luo Wei turned a deaf ear, his right hand clenched the fist of Verrigan, and summoned the Holy Pact in his heart.

In an instant, a dense layer of holy light was like armor, wrapping Verrigan's fist, and the mysterious runes on it circulated endlessly, exuding a divine aura. At the same time, flames swirled out, wrapping around the hammer.

Separated from the enemy by a dozen paces, Luo Wei roared and swung hard.

Trial!

An energy hammer of holy light and flame shot out from Virigan's Fist with great speed, smashing into a crowd of Scrimins in an instant.

"Boom!"

A Scrimson was smashed in two, and several of his companions around him were also sent flying by the power of the light and flames, killed or wounded.

The first trial succeeded in attracting a great deal of hatred, and nearly half of the Scrimins who had surrounded Anderson rushed towards Rowe.

Luo Wei's expression remained unchanged, his hands clenched into Virigan's fist, and the holy light and the light of the flame burst out in unison, very dazzling.

Holy Light Strike!

The Holy Light Strike swept through with a single blow, killing several Scriminthians, being hit in the chest and sinking in the chest, and being hit in the head and bursting out of their brains on the spot!

However, this power did not live up to Rowe's expectations.

The Light's lethality is enhanced against a sinister target, as he had proven in his previous dealings with thieves.

However, when attacking the Scrimins, the power of the Light does not seem to be strengthened. What is the reason for this?

Aren't the Scrimins evil?

Luo Wei was puzzled, but the war hammer in his hand did not dare to stop.

Verrigan's fist swept through, and the power of the flames surged, often drawing a hot and dazzling flame trail in mid-air, like a meteor.

For a time, the Scrimins couldn't get close at all.

Rowe kills the Scrimins as he moves closer to Ander.

"Ander, are you okay?" He shouted.

The enemy was reduced by half, and Ander naturally fought back, wielding a large sword in his hand, killing several Scrimins one after another, and temporarily escaping from the encirclement.

"Rowe, why are you?" Seeing that it was Luo Wei who saved him, Andre gasped and asked.

As Rowe swung his hammer at the steady stream of Scriminthians rushing up, he said, "Didn't you ask me to take care of you more?" ”

Still a little incredulous, Andel shook his head: "I didn't expect this kind of scene. ”

The Scarrins were once again surrounded by the Scarinths.

The two men then turned their backs to each other, each dealing with one enemy and gaining a foothold in the encirclement.

I have to say, as Siglod said, the Scrimins are so disgusting, not only do they stink of blood, but they also like to spit wildly in battle, but their saliva secretion is amazing, so much and smelly, it affects people's mood very much.

Rovi would rather get stabbed a few times than face the body fluids of the Scrimins.

Just as he was thinking this, a Scrimins man took a close look at the void and stabbed Rowe in the arm.

It wasn't a sharp weapon, and even though it was a bit of a curl on Rowe's body, it managed to cut a wound on Rowe's arm, and blood spilled out.

Poison!

Rowe knew that the knife was poisonous, but the Scrimins slammed it down on him, leaving him with no time to remove the antidote.

As the toxicity set in, 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, it can be fatal to be sluggish.

So after a while, Luo Wei added a few minor injuries to his body, and the virulence in his body that was about to be dissolved by the Protoss' immunity was also replenished.

Damn, wait for Lao Tzu to learn the Holy Storm and kill you Scrimins!

Luo Wei was so angry that he scolded in his heart.

The Scrimins who rushed up became more and more elite, better equipped, and more skilled in combat.

Ander was in a bad state at this time, with multiple injuries on his body, including his neck, panting, and threatening to collapse at any time.

Rowe wasn't much better.

This battle not only caused him to be injured in many places, but also had little power left, and it was estimated that he could only use the Holy Light spell again.

In addition to the Holy Light Strike he had already mastered, he now had several spell fragments of [Judgment] and [Sword of Justice].

It's a pity that these two are not group attack spells like [Holy Storm], and they don't mean much in the current situation.

The battle continues.

Not far from Ander, a fully armored Scrimson appeared, his demeanor unusually calm, very different from the tyranny of the other Scrimins.

At this moment, the Scrimson was slowly approaching, spear in hand, staring coldly at Ander, as if waiting for an opportunity.

"A Scrimson Lord......"

Ander gasped and whispered, looking wary.