Players' NPC boss

Blazer suddenly remembered when she was little. Marika was small at that time. Although she was not thin, she looked like she would never grow up.

Marika's father was a Giensian, a knight of the Royal Knights, who died heroically not long after Marika was born. Marika's mother was a dwarf. She had a long life, but after her husband died, she suffered from heart failure and soon died.

Marika was adopted by the church, and the fact that Marika was a mixed-race was noticed because of her increasingly beautiful red hair. Flame-like hair is a symbol of dwarves.

That was when Marika was 10 years old. At that time, Marika looked like a 4 or 5-year-old child in terms of height. She was driven out of the church on a cold winter night. It was raining that day. She was shivering with cold and held the red hair left by her mother in her arms as a stove.

No one would go out on this cold rainy night, so if nothing unexpected happened, Marika would lose her life that night.

But a seven-year-old child passed by there, and with the excitement of picking up a stray animal, he took Marika, who looked much younger than him, home. Then he was busy picking up wet firewood, lit it with great effort, and boiled water for Marika to take a bath.

If Marika had not told him her name, the child would probably have named Marika No. 2 with his extremely poor taste. Because No. 1 was him, Marika was No. 2.

Then it was probably a story of eating at many people's homes, and then the little girl who shivered in the rainy night became more and more beautiful, and finally became unattainable, and the child was still nothing special except kindness.

No, from the fact that the child took the initiative to distance himself in the end, hurt the girl's heart, and made the girl hunch her back with her sensitive self-esteem, it seems that even that bit of kindness was lost.

He once agreed with the girl that he would become a knight to protect her, and the girl shyly said that she also wanted to become a knight and want to be a companion who protects each other.

But in the end, it was him...

But he had already admitted it to Marika, why did he suddenly remember these things?

Blaze, who maintained the appearance of a silver werewolf, opened his eyes with difficulty. The world was spinning, no, it was him who was spinning!

It turned out that it was just a revolving lantern!

Time went back a few seconds, and Blaze decided to let Marika punch him. It was not because of confidence, but simply because he felt sorry for Marika and deserved to be punched.

Then Marika really punched him with all her strength. To be honest, Blaze thought he was facing an incoming meteorite for a moment. So he subconsciously made a parrying action, used the transformation of the white shadow werewolf to release pressure to curb Marika's speed, and then retreated after completing the transformation, delaying the time for [Ouroboros Growth] to reach its peak.

Then there was a terrifying impact like a meteorite falling to the ground.

Marika reached a terrifying power of 1W, and even if he made a blocking action, it still penetrated his defense and acted directly on his face.

Then he lost consciousness for a short time and was thrown into the sky.

It seems that this girl is really angry!

Blaze changed his posture in the air, and the ground was covered with dust, with a red shadow swaying in it.

Although Marika's level did not reach Extremes, her professional configuration was the same as a fake one. All the skills were like beams, perfectly assembled together to build a towering giant building.

It was as if God was partial to Marika and did not want Marika to lose to anyone.

Blaze had to admit that he might not be Marika's opponent in hand-to-hand combat, but it would be too unreasonable to admit defeat.

Think about countermeasures, recall past battles, extract some references to set plans, analyze the feasibility of execution, and then get...

"Ah? There is no way."

Blaze thought for a few seconds and chose to give up. Every battle he had encountered so far was not applicable to this situation.

After all, he had never fought with Marika, so it was better to say what the definition of [fighting] was.

Although Blaze was always passionate and fought desperately, he was actually a very meticulous planner. After being enlightened by Greenland, he never fought a battle without preparation.

Although he proposed the battle with Marika, he was a little at a loss.

Blaze landed steadily, and Marika attacked like a dragon.

It was still a simple straight punch.

Many ideas flashed through Blaze's mind in an instant, but he didn't know which one to choose. Perhaps because she noticed the stiffness on Blaze's face, Marika's face showed some hesitation, and her punches seemed to slow down.

Blaze suddenly realized that it was inferiority.

Marika has always been inferior. When she was a child, she felt inferior about her bloodline, her appearance, and her strength because of the various things in the Holy Cross Theocracy.

Now, because of her excellence, she is worried that she is too conspicuous and makes this childhood sweetheart who depends on each other feel uncomfortable, so she retreats and hunches her back.

Blaze raised his hand and held Marika's soft fist.

He lifted the transformation of the silver werewolf and slowly retreated from the werewolf to the human form. For a brief moment, he was a knight in luxurious armor, holding hands with Marika.

It seemed that their childhood promise had come true.

"Marika, I'm not as strong as you."

Blaze raised his head and looked at the tall Malika with a sad smile.

"So don't neglect me, don't avoid me, I will be very sad."

Marika's eyes widened, her lips trembled twice, and then she straightened her back and showed a pure and beautiful smile towards Blaze.

"Um!"

It was like they were children again.

Blaze then received a rather ferocious series of punches from Marika, who was worthy of being a national champion strongman and super heavyweight boxer, and beat Blaze like a punching bag.

Of course, Blaze's training was not in vain, and when he got the chance, he punched Marika back.

Although this wasteland is desolate, it is not so sinful that it would be affected by the brawl between Blaze and Marika.

When Blaze was lying in a large pit that looked like a lake that had been drained out, and Malika was standing looking down at him, he was more or less on the verge of tears.

It seems like he couldn't beat Marika when he was little.

Marika's mouth moved, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she fell down and lay on Blaze's belly.

Now, they really seem to be back to their childhood.