Players' NPC boss

When the sound of horse hooves came from afar, the dwarf Hawkins knelt on the ground in fear.

The terrible god who could not tolerate any threat came here. His sight shifted, and the flames in the iron furnace rose.

As if in the mother's womb, the unformed Gungnir curled up in the flames, and the twisted shadows were forced into the corner by the light of the flames.

The screams of the unborn weapons that only the dwarves could hear pierced the brain of the dwarf Hawkins, making his pupils tremble.

This was the despair that he had not felt even after the endless time. He seemed to have fallen into the most terrible hell in the world, and was suffering the most cruel torture for the dwarves.

Although Gungnir could not hurt the gods, the gods still rushed to this place as soon as they heard the horn and destroyed the unfinished Gungnir. The all-knowing eyes can not only bring the most desired future, but also show the future like the forked branches of branches.

The dwarf Hawkins no longer had lungs, only a head and a pile of gear metal, but he felt that he could not breathe, and even the strength to stand was about to disappear.

The god cast his eyes over, to be more precise, he looked at Tori who was hiding behind him, and the metal flower on her body.

Even though the dwarf Hawkins' eyes were white, he immediately sensed the sense of crisis and immediately reached out to slap the metal flower on Tori's chest away. Almost the next moment, the flower was surrounded by dazzling flames.

"Little flower!"

The dwarf Hawkins tightly grabbed Tori who wanted to catch the flower. He acted extremely calm, but his eyes only had the burning flower, and the flames burning the flower and what was left of him also burned together.

"Why? It's just a flower made of waste, used to amuse children?"

The god ignored him and turned away.

Even though the god was speechless, the dwarf Hawkins understood the god's will. The wise dwarfs were not allowed to create anything, not even a meaningless flower, even if he was just an ordinary dwarf.

But he no longer had a dwarf's body, could not control the flames, could not feel the resonance of metal, and could no longer create any miracles in his hands. What was there to be afraid of?

Unless...

The gods never moved for no reason, unless the all-knowing eye gave him some foreboding pain.

"Ha, ha ha -"

The dwarf Hawkins laughed, it was an extremely happy laugh, a relief and enlightenment.

He seemed to be standing outside the long river of history, from the first time he raised the hammer to the present when he could no longer lift the hammer, from the first time he lit the furnace to the burning of the abandoned flower now.

The moment the red-haired giant arrived in Asgard and appeared was the horn of fate, and he only understood it now.

"So I've lived to this point for this?"

"The Gjallarhorn has sounded! The snake will raise a huge wave towards Asgard! Ragnarok is coming!"

The dwarf Hawkins seemed to be injected with strong vitality. He laughed loudly and playfully threw Tori up, like a solo dance in his own world, but the dance steps made the spinning thread of fate begin to tremble.

"Tori, go find the highest place in Asgard and witness the most incredible scenery in the world."

"Then where are you going, ugly grandpa?"

"Where are you going?" The dwarf Hawkins threw Tori hard, and the little girl landed steadily at the exit of the headless dwarf workshop, while he stood by the iron furnace that was gradually getting darker.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to be here with my family. You should go find your family."

Tori hesitated and stood there. She felt that the dwarf Hawkins was going to do something stupid. Only if she stayed with the dwarf Hawkins would he not do anything stupid. But that stupid thing seemed to be what the dwarf Hawkins had been waiting for endless years to do.

"Will we meet again in the future?"

Hawkins smiled slightly and just raised his hand and waved.

"See you again if we are lucky, ugly girl."

When Tori disappeared, the headless dwarf workshop fell into darkness, leaving only a glimmer of light from the furnace that drove the dwarf Hawkins and the heavy roar of the headless dwarf swinging the hammer.

The gods arrived above the Hall of Heroes, and the eight-legged war horses made a deafening roar. Countless valkyries appeared from the dust-covered sky, and the red tight battle skirts they wore formed a dark red cloud that overwhelmed from the sky.

It was like the end of the world, making people feel terrified and desperate.

A spear tore through the oppression and stabbed straight at the god in the sky. The god was indifferent, and the spear hit him and then flew out. Everything in the world swore not to hurt him, even the only flaw - mistletoe was just a small turn.

But the shot that was thrown out and hit him without causing any damage ignited something, and the deafening war cry was like a bigger spear piercing the sky with despair.

Those were the undead warriors of Valhalla, a legion formed for Ragnarok.

When they knelt at the feet of the red-haired giant, they were the legion of the red-haired giant. That was the loyalty gained by unparalleled strength, and the admiration earned by the blood shed by the united warriors.

The high gods could not understand what it meant when the first shot thrown on the battlefield hit the enemy's commander.

It was a symbol of inevitable victory, a boring ritual for humans to the gods, and the only remaining belief after countless years.

The gods should have gotten out of the way, but they didn't care, so the warriors roared and fought against the gods in the sky.

The Valkyries opened their seductive red lips, tempting and shaking the warriors with screams. From their lips came the sweet aroma of wine, the sweetness of roasted meat, and the temptation of endless glory. They should have been with the warriors, but the warriors who were not corpses had no attraction to them.

So what these corpse lovers got was an angry punch, smashing their helmets that covered their ugly faces, tearing up their luxurious red skirts and stepping on their beautiful and seductive bodies.

When the horn that symbolized the coming of Ragnarok sounded, it was not only the gate of Valhalla that opened, but also the oaths of the warriors when they first entered Valhalla. No one could stop the warriors from winning the war, even if the opponent was a god.

Marika drew out the spear from behind her and aimed it at the One-Eye in the sky. The spear, like a dead tree, began to burn.

Boom——

The sound of a huge hammer hitting an anvil was also the first heartbeat of a giant creature when it was born.

"One-Eye, meet the great giant under the guidance of fate."