Players' NPC boss

Marika trained this group of warriors from the Age of Gods with extremely strict requirements, and regarded them as recruits regardless of whether they were kings or leaders of the Knights in their lifetime.

It is worth being happy that this group of warriors wandering outside Valhalla are particularly powerful. Their goal is to escape from Valhalla and go to the underworld of Helm, so they are not immersed in the carnival of Valhalla.

This leads to a result, that is, although their emotions will be fixed by Valhalla, they gradually develop antibodies under the accumulated intentional confrontation.

"Tori."

"Aaaaaaaa——"

Heroic Warrior Singer went berserk on the spot, and even when he was punched into the ground by Marika, he was still howling.

Although there are antibodies, there are not many.

Marika studied the angle, took a step back, and shot a powerful shot at the head of the Heroic Warrior Singer. The person flew out and became normal.

However, after removing these problems, the only problem left for this legion is the lack of people.

Just when Marika was having a headache, an unexpected person came up. It was Tori, not just her, she brought many people who looked away.

Marika immediately understood that it was people in the Hall of Valor who were in the same situation as Tori. So Marika immediately greeted them and took them to a quiet place.

They called themselves blasphemers, and this name made Marika frown, but she put it aside first and learned about the situation in the Hall of Valor.

Seeing that Marika did not propose that they fight, the spokesperson of the blasphemers breathed a sigh of relief and spoke smoothly.

The blasphemers have been active in various corners all year round, so they have a very detailed understanding of the forces of all parties and provided a lot of useful information. After Marika remembered these one by one, she got to the point, that is, what the blasphemers needed to do.

"I don't need you to help fight. In theory, you should be protected civilians. But now it's an emergency, so I hope you can do something else. Specifically, it's like this..."

Because the Heroic Warriors are immortal, Marika can't pinch all their souls, so unfortunately, these blasphemers can't be used as logistics. But the blasphemers are numerous and have infiltrated every corner of Valhalla, which can be used to spread rumors and bluff.

The first step is to find two small families with conflicts and spread rumors that they will fight outside Valhalla.

The second step is to intervene as a third party when the two sides are fighting, defeat them, and recruit them.

The third step is to repeat the above steps, and it would be better if you can bring food during the period.

The success of this simple and crude plan is based on the rule in Valhalla that the one with the bigger fist is the boss. At least her current subordinates, no matter how despicable they have done, all recognize this rule.

The blasphemer's eyes are shining with hope. Obviously, he thinks this thing can succeed. He is very excited to thank Marika and immediately contact more blasphemers to participate in this matter.

But, this is not a good thing...

"They seem to regard you as the backbone, which is not a good thing."

The dwarf Hawkins poured cold water, and he appeared with Tori. The mother and daughter met and hugged each other as if they were parting for life and death.

"I know." Marika folded her arms, leaned against the wall and raised her head.

"They stood up because they didn't need to fight by themselves. But once we can't fight anymore, or when they are the only ones left, they will return to their original state."

"That's what you mean."

The dwarf Hawkins spread his hands, unable to deny it.

"They will change." Marika slowly closed her eyes and prepared to stand and rest for a while.

Everything here was scattered with ashes, day and night, full of decadence. She had to plan her rest time to control her body's state.

"It's not that simple. Do you know how long it has been since the Age of Gods? The immortal noble birds have died and resurrected thousands of times, and they haven't changed."

The answer to the dwarf Hawkins was Marika's steady breathing.

The dwarf Hawkins sighed helplessly, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the spear that Marika used to support her body.

This was a miracle he had worked so hard to create, his dormant spark.

Falling into Marika's hands and then being brought to him by Marika might be a fate, but he no longer has the courage to face it.

The dwarf Hawkins, with his back hunched, slowly walked into the headless dwarf workshop.

Tori saw the lonely back of the dwarf Hawkins, whispered a few words in Tori's ear, and chased after him.

Knowing her daughter's character, Tori could only wave her hands helplessly and turned to walk towards Valhalla. Perhaps because she had mustered up the courage to walk through it once, her steps were much steadier this time.

…

As soon as the dwarf Hawkins sat down, he felt a curious gaze.

"Grandpa Ugly, why don't you go help Sister Marika?"

"Ugly!? I am considered a handsome guy among the dwarves, you——" The dwarf Hawkins was furious, but he quickly calmed down. He didn't need to argue with a child who said nothing.

"What about you? Go find your mother!"

"My mother was busy and left me with you. So why don't you help me, Uncle Ugly?"

Dwarf Hawkins' eyes twitched and he stood up, not wanting to pay attention. But the trouble has just begun. Tori keeps following her like a follower, talking non-stop, and the end of every sentence is "Ugly grandpa, why don't you help?"

"I can't help, I have a more important mission!"

Dwarf Hawkins angrily lifted Tori up and hung her on the wall. He pointed at the surrounding dwarves and said in a threatening tone.

"Seeing these headless dwarves, they are all dead. I am the only survivor. I have the responsibility and obligation to pass on the wisdom in my head. I am not sure whether my wisdom is the only remaining dwarf in this world. Wisdom, so you can’t risk the dwarves’ wisdom being lost forever.”

"Then why did you survive, Grandpa Ugly? Is it because you are relatively useless?"

"Hey! You kid is so rude!" Dwarf Hawkins' beard was almost angry. "So what, the useless dwarf survived! Do you know these-"

Dwarf Hawkins moved his mouth twice, and dropped his hand pointing at the headless dwarves around him. There were some words that he couldn't say even if he was so angry.

"The dwarves were too arrogant. They showed off their feathers like a proud peacock, which resulted in killings. I survived because I didn't make anything powerful and was considered a mediocre person."

"No, Grandpa Ugly, the flowers you made are so beautiful!"

Tori held the beautiful flower made of scraps in her hands, her little face looking rosy under the light of the fire.

"I..." Dwarf Hawkins raised his hand, but in the end he did not touch the flower blooming between his fingers.

"I will only be an ordinary dwarf from now on."