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Originally the location of the town hall, it was already shrouded in a magical barrier, and at the top of the dilapidated house, a huge black ball was slowly rotating, it was absolutely black, as if all the light had been sucked in, with a maddening and strange feeling.

The world inside the barrier of magic was a dark purple, and countless tentacle monsters roamed, letting out a low roar, forming an inverted scene.

And beneath that huge black ball, a hooded man was sitting on a toppled wall.

He watched with some boredom as the three ghostly fires in his palms slowly turned, the tentacle monsters didn't seem to be interested in him, and he didn't set his eyes on these ugly and distorted monsters.

Soon, though, a slight wave of magic power reached his location, causing the man to raise his head and look to the west.

"Are you coming?"

He whispered in a steady voice, then stood up.

A gust of wind blew inexplicably, rolling up a little sandy soil.

And after the wind passed, the man was gone.

......

"It seems that the other party really likes this tentacle monster. ”

Lawson looked at the dense monsters in front of him and sighed lightly.

The few of them met at dawn and soon came to the vicinity of the central city, but it had long been distorted by magic and covered with a dull barrier of magic.

"Be careful, the silver-level Void Waddler from before is gone, and now I don't know if it's lurking around here. ”

Karen reminded that the Void Waddler was able to create a small area of the Void on the main material plane to hide his form, so it was elusive and difficult to watch out for.

"Don't worry about that monster, it didn't have any breath last night, it must have been killed. ”

Vivien said, looking at her Heroic Spirit, and continued.

"Instead of worrying about that, let's think about how we can break through here. ”

Hearing Vivien's words, everyone looked at the barrier of magic in front of them.

This magic barrier is not the type to completely isolate external objects, but more like it is set up to prevent the escape of the magic power inside, and it is not difficult to get in, but it takes a certain amount of time to get out of it.

In other words, what will follow will be a battle with little way out.

"Do you have any plans?"

Langton asked, it was not difficult for them to force a breakthrough, but it was equivalent to declaring war head-on on an existence that could summon a silver-level monster, and it must not be clear what it meant.

"If you can still have a plan, just go straight in. ”

Vivien asked rhetorically, rightfully so.

"Well, doesn't that look a little ...... Too ostentatious?"

Langton looked at Karen, hoping that the steady girl would be able to say a few words for herself.

"Well, indeed, at this time, this simple method is the most effective. ”

However, what Karen said from her mouth was in agreement with Vivien's opinion.

"Yes. ”

Even Lawson nodded slightly, Langton looked at Ai Xue, the girl showed a somewhat helpless smile and did not speak.

"Then it was decided. ”

Vivien clapped her hands, ignoring Langton, who was about to speak.

Her Heroic Spirit also lifted her hood, revealing her own face.

This is a rather handsome man.

His curly brown hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, his handsome face wore a pair of rimless glasses, and he was wearing a simple robe, except for a book hanging from his waist, which seemed to be quite important.

"My Heroic Spirit rank is Bard. ”

Vivien said, and the men beside her saluted Langton as well.

"My name is Charles Collins, but I am an unknown poet in history. ”

That being said, Karen and Langton had slightly surprised expressions when they heard his name.

"Genius playwright Charles, I grew up listening to the stories in your plays......"

Langton said, suddenly feeling like he was meeting an idol.

Soon, however, Langton realized what was going on.

Charles Collins was not very famous when he was alive, he was poor, and his scripts were ridiculed for being too out of his time, and until his death due to illness, his plays were only performed once in one theater, and most of the time, he was in extreme poverty.

As for fame, it was only a few years later that his manuscript was discovered by another playwright, which allowed him to be displayed in front of the world, and finally became famous in history as a representative of a school of playwrights.

Therefore, it is normal for him to say that he is an unknown poet in history.

But what kind of power does a poet have? Langton couldn't help but wonder a little.

As if to confirm his curiosity, the bard opened the book at his waist and pulled out a quill from somewhere.

"My ability is exactly what I call 'utopian manifestation', but the price I pay is quite high. ”

As he spoke, he scribbled words in his book.

In the air around the bard, countless silvery words flashed rapidly, dazzling, and Langton saw only words such as "immortal iron wall" and "broken steel holy sword", and more ancient and cumbersome modifiers.

"As long as he can describe something, he can embody it, the clearer the description, the more powerful the thing formed, but in the end it is just a fake, just like this bloody end, no matter how flowery the rhetoric, it cannot be completely reproduced. ”

Vivien shrugged, then drew the blood-colored greatsword behind her.

And the bard's writing was just finished, and all the words appeared at the same time, and then, a silvery glimmer appeared around everyone.

"This is the most basic protection, enough to deal with all physical and magical attacks below the Black Iron Level, I don't have any combat ability, I can only rely on this to help you. ”

Langton felt that his body seemed to be much lighter, he clenched his fists, and felt his strength increase a little, it seemed that this protection was an all-round gain, and he didn't feel any side effects.

"Although it is not as good as a real warlock, his ability has a considerable degree of freedom, and it is still quite powerful. ”

Hearing his master's praise, the bard only smiled and nodded.

"I've written enough heroic epics in my life, and I didn't expect to be a part of this legend after I died, and that's enough for me. ”

He said, then looking ahead, where the monsters had gathered.

"Next is the stage where the heroes are active in battle, and the so-called miscellaneous servants should leave the field as soon as possible, so let me clear the obstacles for everyone and open a path. ”

The bard said that in front of him, an army was gradually taking shape.

The soldiers were dressed in different armor that looked like a combination of different eras and regions, the only thing they had in common was that their clothes were in tatters, and many of them even had arrows and blades stuck in their bodies, as if they had been defeated for a long time.

But unlike the losers who are purely right, their eyes are burning with an indestructible will.

"This is the 'army of defeat', a legion formed by all the defeated in history, although it is a loser, but it still has the combat power to reverse the victory and defeat. ”

The bard spoke, and with a wave of his quill, the entire legion assembled in battle formation and rushed forward.

"Come, show the world what you're made of!"