"The camp medical officer, Mr. Skala, is in that room. Please go and report." Captain Cole pointed to a small cabin not far away and said to Rowe.
Luo Wei nodded and passed.
"Dong dong."
"Please come in."
Luo Wei pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance and a tall and thin body sitting and reading something.
The table was covered with various documents, which looked a bit messy. The camp medical officer was not only responsible for battlefield medical treatment, he also took care of many trivial matters.
"Lord Scala, I am the new doctor, Rowe Garrison." Rowe handed over his identity information and said.
Skala looked at it, then got up and went to a wooden box to rummage around, took out a book "Code of the Third Camp", a key and a dagger and handed them to Rowe.
"The key is your room key. The room number is written on it. The house to the east is the doctor's residence."
"...The dagger is used for self-defense. The Skrins often attack our camp. Although patrolling soldiers can deal with them in most cases, there are also unexpected times. Once they enter the camp, we have to make some preparations."
As she was talking to herself, Skala suddenly paused, looked at the Fist of Virigan in Rowe's hand, and frowned slightly: "Warhammer?"
"Well, it was given to me by a friend for self-defense," Luo Wei said.
"This is not an ordinary weapon. I can feel its magic fluctuations. If I hadn't guessed, it should be the power of flames... Your friend is so generous." Skala said slowly.
He then added: "Fighting is not a doctor's duty. Even though your hammer is very good, let the soldiers protect you as much as possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Luo Wei responded.
"Go." Scala sat down and said without raising her head.
Luo Wei turned around and left, arriving at the camp doctor's residence. It was a three-story building with a wooden structure.
There are many forests in Vanaheim, with abundant vegetation and various types of wood, so most of the buildings in Vanaheim are made of wood.
After looking at the numbers on the key, Luo Wei found his room on the second floor, opened the door and entered.
The room was very small, a single room. The bed took up half of the space, and the remaining space was occupied by tables and chairs. There was a window on the wall on one side of the bed.
Luo Wei lay on the window and looked out, seeing the boundless green forest and the vast rolling mountains.
From time to time, some birds can be seen in the sky, some are huge, some are colorful, and they are all species he has never seen before.
Unlike a strange celestial body like Asgard, Vanaheim is a standard planet with a vast territory and many races. The Vanir Protoss is just the strongest of the many Vanir races. It occupies a dominant position and is regarded by the Vanir people.
gods.
In addition to the Vanir, there are many races here, including many intelligent races, such as Vanir, Skrein, Troll, Krunan, etc.
This is Vanaheim...
"Hey, are you new here?" The door was not closed, and a voice came from outside.
Luo Wei turned around and saw a blond young man standing at the door opposite, looking towards him.
He doesn't seem to be very old, maybe dozens of years old at most, maybe even underage.
"Yes." Luo Wei nodded.
The blond young man came over: "My name is Siglod, and I am also a healer. What is your name?"
"Luo Wei." Luo Wei said, "By the way, I heard that this is a mixed camp. Why didn't I see anyone from the Warner Clan?"
Siglod smiled and said: "Do you think they look very special? You know, the Vanir and the Asa have a common ancestor."
"No different from us at all?"
"No, except for culture." Siglod shrugged.
"They are all gods, and they share a common ancestor. What's the difference? Go to the camp and find a random person. Before communicating with him, you can't tell whether he is an Asir or a Vanir."
"Okay." Luo Wei nodded.
It is worth mentioning that the so-called "god race" broadly refers to a powerful race, but in fact there are specific standards, but the standards are somewhat controversial.
According to the mainstream opinions of the Asa and Warner Protoss, the Protoss should possess the following characteristics: high degree of intelligence; kindness and benevolence; a powerful body that can survive in the space environment; and no obvious flaws.
According to this standard, races such as frost giants and dark elves are excluded.
They were naturally dissatisfied, so they set up a set of standards for the gods that were against them and suitable for them. This was the source of the controversy over the standards of the "gods".
The main reason why the Frost Giants and Dark Elves were expelled from the gods by the Aesir Protoss was not because of their moral character. After all, the evaluation of moral character is always subjective and not very convincing.
The Aesir believe that they are extremely evil, and they also have the same evaluation of the Aesir.
What really expels them from their divine status is actually their physical defects.
The frost giants are not used to the heat, and the dark elves are afraid of the light. This is obvious, and they themselves have no way to refute it.
Dark elves have a particularly strong fear of light. 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 for the strong dark elves. Ordinary dark elves would never dare to do this.
Because of this huge flaw, the dark elves' graves have grown taller.
In contrast, the Aesir and Vanir have no obvious flaws, are not particularly afraid of a specific environment, and have strong adaptability.
"Siglod, how long have you been in Vanaheim?" The two of them were talking.
Siglod said: "Almost a year. I heard that Vanaheim is rich in medicinal herbs and there is no danger, so I came here."
Luo Wei: "How do you feel?"
"There are indeed many medicinal herbs here. 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 while and said.
Luo Wei was a little surprised: "What, are the Scrims so powerful?"
"No, the Skreins are very weak. Their strength and wisdom are no higher than those of fifteen-year-old Asgardians. I can easily defeat them." Siglod said.
"But there are too many of them, you will never be able to kill them all, and the Skreins are very disgusting. I have never seen such disgusting humanoid creatures."
While speaking, he seemed to be recalling something, curling his lips with a disgusted expression.
"All I can say is...the Skrein people, from their souls to their bodies, they are completely filthy and depraved."
