Players' NPC boss

The daily life in Valhalla begins with cursing at each other.

The family group divides the Elves into countless groups, and these big families are constantly in friction every day. Because the emotional state is fixed, every day is a fresh anger.

Today's friction is particularly strong, because someone learned from the chat of the blasphemer that a certain family is actually plotting something. The Elves went crazy on the spot and threatened to fight. That certain family would leave Valhalla with all the clansmen on the spot.

Then they never came back.

And this happened several times, and Valhalla was even emptier.

And outside Valhalla, it was very lively.

"Today is also a day when someone challenges the big sister." Elves Singh and another Elves who used to be in the same organization chatted against the background of mushroom clouds formed by dust one after another.

Marika wants to recruit more Elves and form a legion that can impact the entire Valhalla. For this reason, members must be carefully selected, and those who are unwilling to stay in Valhalla are given priority, followed by those who have no brains and no schemes.

Although it sounds like an insulting title, it is actually just an objective description, a low-profile version of the Great Heroic Warrior.

Their attitude towards their own killing is different from the free and easy attitude of the Great Heroic Warrior. They think that if they are given another chance, they will not lose.

The most important thing is that these big fools have a good attitude towards the blasphemers. Although they use insulting names such as blasphemers, they just think that these are called blasphemers and shout along.

Such characters particularly follow the rule of whoever has the bigger fist listens to whoever listens to them. As long as they are surrounded and beaten, they will be convinced.

Of course, there are also indomitable thorns among them, such as the one who is being beaten now, which is the sixth time.

"You lose." After Marika beat the patriarch of the big family in front of her into a pig head, she threw the patriarch to the ground and waved her hand, "If you are still not convinced, I can let you go. Next time you are caught, I will give you another chance to challenge me."

"Damn it!"

The patriarch wiped his eyes with his arm and ran away.

"Big sister, is it necessary for you to let him go so many times?" A loyal henchman raised his hand to ask.

"This is what I learned from a group of visitors from another world. It comes from a trick called "playing hard to get" in the Thirty-Six Strategies." Marika patted the dust off her body and explained to the dumbfounded big men in front of her, "If you want to really catch the other party, you have to relax a step first and let the other party be fooled."

"Oh-"

Everyone showed an expression of understanding.

Marika shook her head helplessly. They didn't understand, but she could understand. After all, she was also quite shocked when she first came into contact with the Thirty-Six Strategies. In fact, there is also a thing called "The Art of War", but some parts of it are simply the tricks written by Sun Tzu, which is really against the spirit of chivalry, so you can only read it.

After a while, the tribe leader who had been let go before was brought back again, screaming, and it was obvious that he had fallen into a trap.

This time, the tribe leader was honest, after all, his own tribesmen almost despised him. After being caught so many times and beaten so many times, it would be a bit shameless if he didn't admit defeat.

In this way, the number of non-staff members of the Royal Knights expanded again, reaching the level of thousands of people, and also reached the limit. It's not that it can't be expanded, but the number of the second-level big fools is not much.

Before, the dwarf Hawkins said that the dead in battle can enter the warrior's paradise-Hall of Valor, which is a common understanding of the Age of Gods, so many people fight to enter the Hall of Valor to enjoy.

For such people, the only emotion before death is the infinite greed for the enjoyment of Hall of Valor. Unfortunately, there are many such Heroic Warriors. And such Heroic Warriors are the maggots in the mouth of the dwarf Hawkins. While they have combat capabilities, they are also rotten in Hall of Valor.

The only choice left for Marika is to launch a formal attack.

Marika clenched her fists, stood majestically at the forefront of the aggressive and murderous legion of Heroic Warriors, opened her mouth and let out a deafening roar.

"Listen, people inside, we are going to launch an invasion attack on Hall of Valor!"

Such arrogant behavior naturally aroused the attention of the Heroic Warriors. From the Age of Gods to now, no one has dared to challenge their army that will appear like a savior hero at the Ragnarok.

The Elves rushed out aggressively, and then stepped on the pits one after another and fell into the trap.

As a knight, Marika would never do such a despicable act as a sneak attack. So as long as the battle declaration was launched openly, any other means could be used.

"Go!"

At Marika's command, the Elves behind her took out stones in unison and threw them at the Elves in the pit. It would be best if they could not be killed, so that these guys who died and could be resurrected could be temporarily controlled.

In this battle where both sides can be resurrected infinitely, the victory or defeat is determined by will. And the best way to wipe out the fearless enemy who relies on immortality is to break the illusion of immortality.

When the pit was filled, more Elves came out. Marika waved and retreated, entering the alleys of Asgard and fighting in a roundabout way.

At first it was very smooth, but gradually Marika's army was exhausted. After the death of the Heroic Warriors, their status will be reset and they will be resurrected, becoming even more unscrupulous.

The balance of victory began to tilt. The heroic warriors who had been suppressed and beaten in the alleyway became violent and reckless, and at the same time they became arrogant and arrogant.

"Hahaha - how can such a fool be able to be resurrected!" A heroic warrior raised the weapon in his hand and provoked Marika who was standing on the roof.

"We are heroic warriors who set out from the Hall of Valor when the horn sounded and fought in Ragnarok! Who do you think you are!"

"I am the blessed one."

Marika jumped from the roof and smashed the heroic warrior with a hammer-like posture.

The powerful blow did not move the surrounding heroic warriors, because the souls of the deceased heroic warriors would float back to the Hall of Valor and be resurrected.

Floating back...

Their sights were solidified, because Malika's hand pinched the invisible soul flame, and the soul flame made a sound on the verge of breaking.

"Looking back, when people are killed, they die."

Marika handed the soul flame to the hostile heroic warrior, clenched her fist hard, and the flame spread and floated into her body.

"Don't think that I will show mercy to you."

The long-awaited tremor called death swept over him.

The endless hours of fighting and enjoying only brought them one thing, and that was to forget the horror of death.

When they realize that what awaits them in death this time will be true nothingness, not endless glory and enjoyment...

Someone's lips trembled with fear.