Players' NPC boss

Marika's goal is very clear. After helping Torretori and her daughter and understanding Valhalla, she further turned to solving the distortion in Valhalla.

For this, manpower is needed.

If what the dwarf Hawkins said is correct, then the Einherjar warriors are not a united group. On the contrary, it is likely full of contradictions. The dead often include two people who fought each other, so the enemies of the Einherjar warriors will also be in Valhalla.

But these people are not her target. What she needs are those who are tired of the madness and enjoyment in Valhalla, and those who see the true face of the so-called warrior's hall of honor.

From the state of the Einherjar Singer, it can be seen that although their emotions will be forcibly fixed by the power of Valhalla, they are not completely without self-awareness.

When the Einherjar Singer did not mention the two names of Torretori, his state was very stable, and he also clearly expressed his boredom and rejection of Valhalla.

Marika believes that the Einherjar Singer is not the only one, and there will be many similar people.

But how to contact these Einherjar warriors has become a big problem. She cannot enter Valhalla to obtain intelligence.

"That... Lady Marika?" A timid call brought Marika back to her senses while she was sitting on the ground. She turned around and saw that it was Tori, but Tori was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"Not bad." Tori was at a loss for a moment. After all, her daughter attacked the man in front of her, but she was not dead and was well settled.

"I want to ask you something. What kind of place do you think Valhalla is?"

"It's a terrible place. Everyone fights every day. Even if they don't want to, they will be forced to raise their weapons." Tori hugged her body tightly, and her voice trembled constantly.

Because they won't die, they will die constantly, repeating the pain and fear of death. If they want to collapse, they will be forced to reset their mental state.

"We are all dead, why are we still dying?"

Marika stood up, opened her arms and gently hugged Tori's thin body, hoping to use this method to make Tori no longer feel afraid. The body that was much taller than a normal person calmed Tori down, and even a little nostalgic, but it also reminded her that she was a married man, so Tori immediately got out with a red face.

"Lord Marika, is there anything I can help you with? I want to make up for what my daughter did to you."

"...No, being a knight who protects the weak has been my dream since I was a child." Marika smiled gently, but the slight pause made Tori realize something.

"Lord Marika, you want to destroy Valhalla, right? I'm sorry I overheard your conversation." Tori clasped his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and with great courage, he said the three words Valhalla with trembling teeth.

"Well, I want to recruit people from Valhalla and form a legion, but I can't enter Valhalla."

"Yes, is that so? I'm sorry I can't help you."

Tori's face was stiff. Even if she didn't say anything, Marika could understand that this was really difficult. It was like letting a person who had been tortured in every way go back to that torture room again.

"It's okay, there are always more solutions than problems." Marika smiled and comforted Tori, "You don't have to force yourself to face those terrible things, I will find a way."

"You are really optimistic." Tori smiled bitterly, and made up her mind that it was her who wanted to help, but she was also the one who immediately retreated.

"I was not born like this. Don't look at me like this now. I almost froze to death on the roadside before, and I didn't dare to resist the people who abused me." Marika's mouth curled up a nostalgic arc.

Because she overcame it, because she walked step by step, so looking back, those painful memories will only make her smile knowingly.

Tori was stunned, because Marika exuded an unshakable strength from the inside out. No one could look at Marika's current appearance and associate it with Marika's past self.

"Why did you become like this?"

"Because of love?" Marika, who always maintained a serious and serious attitude, touched the floral decoration in her hair and made a joke, and then a blush floated on her cheeks because of her own words.

"Ahem, ahem - anyway, you guys stay at Hawkins' place first, the shelter is safe."

Marika said this with her head tilted, she didn't want the blush on her face to reduce the reliability of her words.

Tori lowered her head and returned to the workshop. Her daughter Tori hadn't woken up yet, only the dwarf Hawkins was staring at the hammer in a daze. She was a little confused, and after walking into the shelter, she stared at her daughter's sleeping face in a daze.

How many times had she been killed in that place? Probably more than her hair. She was obviously dead, but it was millions of times more painful than living. She couldn't express her fear to anyone, because no one would care in this place.

Bright red, the color of blood became her indelible shadow.

But Marika's red hair was very warm, like a bonfire.

"Because of love...?" Tori reached out and touched Tori's face. Her daughter mumbled in her sleep not to hurt her mother, and she felt the heat flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Because she resisted, she came to this cruel paradise, so she never dared to resist again. And her daughter never gave up.

It turns out that the love that the beautiful knight talked about was no joke.

Tori slowly stood up, trembling, but trying to move forward step by step, towards the place that had tortured her for endless years.

To protect my daughter, I will start to resist again.

…

A man slowly woke up, dug out his eyes as if he had practiced it tens of millions of times, and then covered his face with a white cloth, and slowly left the Hall of Valor amid the laughter of other Heroic Warriors.

He really didn't belong here. He was a murderer and should have entered the underworld of Helm. But Valkyrie judged both parties as dead in the war because of the resistance of the mother and daughter. How ridiculous it was.

What's even more ridiculous is that the so-called heaven is full of corruption and indulgence. Legend has it that the warriors who fought against Ragnarok were crazy, repeating the fight before death again and again, avenging meaningless revenge.

One after another.

And he was the same, being manipulated by the instinctive emotions before death, and only by digging out his eyes and covering his face could he get some relief. Even so, he would lose control again with just a little stimulation.

He didn't want to confess to the mother and daughter, he just wanted to enter the underworld of Helm to be punished. But he couldn't leave Valhalla. Even if his body left, he would open his eyes in Valhalla as long as he died.

Perhaps the most suitable ending for him is to be reduced to ashes.

Today he will continue to wander in Asgard, but today is a little different. Someone stopped him.

It was a very ugly dwarf.