Words have power, especially in the world of high magic, and a careless curse can even lead to a curse! And sound, as the carrier of language in the real world, also has magical power.

Of the many professions, which is the most adept at using voice? There is no doubt that the bards will certainly have a place in the top three, if not at the top of the list.

Whether singing, reciting, humming, playing an instrument, or even a simple beat, bards can use a wide variety of sounds as carriers of magical power, which in turn can trigger supernatural phenomena similar to magic. If you take it a step further and incorporate the bard's chanting skills into everyday conversation, magical words can have as much effect as a spell of confusion.

Singing is a bard's professional skill, and it is also a core skill. However, for a long time, Fang Qiuling would ignore the skill of chanting, and then did not practice it well. He focused his main efforts on martial arts training and filling in magical knowledge. Compared with the intuitive martial arts skills and esoteric magical knowledge, the performance skills such as singing and playing musical instruments feel like they are not doing their jobs, and the improvement of individual strength is minimal, and they are unconsciously despised.

At this moment, he inadvertently injected his magic into his words, and his short words were like a sharp knife composed of spiritual power, instantly piercing into the spiritual barrier of Mildis.

And the little dwarf inexplicably entered the ethereal at this moment, and the spiritual realm was almost undefended. Faced with Fang Qiuling's "instruction", he instinctively began to prophecy for the second time.

Pastor Ed's heart was shocked, and his eyes immediately turned to amazement. He felt that in that world that could not be directly observed with the naked eye, an extremely huge vortex of magic took shape in an instant. And at the center of the magic vortex is the little dwarf in front of him, who looks both embarrassed and sloppy.

Lady Moghley's gaze froze. The Notos Paladin has no particular expertise in the field of spells, but her superior perception is a reminder that powerful magic is gathering.

And Fang Qiuling, who was closest to the little dwarf, had a clearer perception of the little dwarf's current state. The little gnome is unconsciously and greedily sucking out the free Mana in the surrounding space, and the extracted Mana has formed a huge magic vortex, which is gradually expanding over time!

- What went wrong with Mildis's prophecy spell?

Fang Qiuling couldn't help but have such questions.

At this moment, the fluctuations produced by the magic vortex were enough for ordinary people to notice and feel their hearts pound - it was an instinctive reaction that naturally occurred after sensing the large gathering of Mana, and it was somewhat similar to the cause of fear of heights. However, Mildis was still ethereal, and his unfocused eyes seemed even more ethereal at the moment, as if he could see the sparkle in them.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qiuling's eyes also lit up.

The layman, the "big bosses" who can't cast spells, are more comfortable with attack spells that have a direct killing effect. Because the direct kill effect of attack spells is intuitive, the longer it takes to cast the spell and the more mana is invested, the more powerful it becomes. The healing spell "Big Boss" is also recognized, and the greater the consumption, the better the healing effect. However, for those spells that are "completely incomprehensible", "big and coarse" are generally considered to be non-consumable, especially prophecy, confusion, and transformation......

But in fact, all spells have a cost. The reason why they can't understand is because they are all laymen, and their understanding of those spells that they can't understand is still stuck in derogatory terms such as "the summoning of the devil" and "the trick of the devil". Fang Qiuling has long been out of the category of watching the excitement, he is an insider, and he is looking at the doorway.

Compared with other spells, prophecy spells have higher requirements for the operation and control of magic power, and precision and accuracy are the biggest characteristics of prophecy spells. Therefore, the caster rarely chooses to call the free Mana in the surrounding environment during the casting process, and uses its own Mana reserves to complete the entire casting process.

It's not that Mana in the surrounding environment is not good, but compared to Mana in its own reserves, Mana in a free state is always an indirect force that is "separated by a layer". Although it can also be used freely, its own Mana reserves are superior in terms of retrieval speed and efficiency.

Prophecy spells are all about precision, so if you can use your own reserves to complete the cast, then don't call the free Mana in the surrounding environment. After all, there is no difference in nature between the free Mana and the Mana in its own reserves, and as long as it is Mana, there will be Mana interference, and most of the energy consumption of the caster in the process of casting the spell is actually smoothing out the interference caused by Mana's agitation.

Overall, the casting of prophecy spells does not require too many mana, and usually an individual's reserve mana is sufficient to pay for it. But there will always be exceptions, such as Mildis now.

The little gnome is fully in shape, and is an ethereal spirit that can be encountered but not sought by prophets. He waved his arms completely unconsciously, his stubby fingers constantly changing different gestures, and his mouth opened and closed a series of seemingly meaningless mutters.

- Mirdis casting a spell!

Fang Qiuling can confirm this with great certainty. But he couldn't tell exactly which spell was being released, all he could be sure of was that the energy level of this spell should be very high, and it was the most coveted unconscious spell of the prophet. The accuracy of the prophecy completed in this case is extremely high.

The vortex of mana that extracted the free mana was almost as tall as Mildis. Although the vortex has stopped expanding, the speed of extraction has increased more and more, and it has begun to have a slight effect on reality.

No wind was blowing, but the snow on the ground began to drift slightly, little by little, slowly but unusually noticeably towards the little gnomes.

Fang Qiuling had already gotten up and stepped back, and by the way, he also motioned for Ms. Mogre and Pastor Ed to step back a little further.

It's always a good idea to be cautious when it comes to unknown magic.

The cast didn't last long, and the mana vortex gradually contracted as the cast came to an end. And Mildis...... Suddenly, his eyes closed, and his body collapsed without warning.

- What's wrong?

The four people around him became nervous at the same time, and Pastor Eddard almost slipped his hand and threw the prepared purification magic on it.

The little dwarf's fallen body was dragged by an invisible force before it could fully touch the ground. It was as if a large, invisible hand grabbed his body and slowly lifted it up.

"In the year of Winter Ridge and Frost, the deceased who had been silent for centuries once again showed their minions......"

The little dwarf's eyes opened again, and the original brown pupils turned silver at this moment. The sparkle in the silver pupils made people feel both a chill from the bottom of their hearts and a special kind of intimacy. However, his eyes were still unfocused, and he stared blankly ahead.

A voice that did not distinguish between men and women, and was full of vicissitudes in a low voice, came out of his mouth. No...... No! The little dwarf's mouth did open and close, but it was nothing more than an unmistakable twitch. The sound full of vicissitudes does not spread through the air and then to the ears, but directly through the spiritual realm to the mind.

Lady Mogre, who was on guard, looked cold, and immediately raised the long sword in her hand and pointed it straight at Mildis.

- Something seems wrong!

Fang Qiuling didn't look back, but his outstretched hands clearly expressed what he meant.

- Don't attack!

Lady Moghley's movements slowed down, but her momentum grew. As long as there was something wrong, even if Fang Qiuling stopped her, she would not hesitate to attack!

Along with the silver pupils, there is an extremely amazing sense of oppression, a feeling of oppression that can only be experienced when facing a huge demonic beast! At this moment, they don't seem to be facing a dwarf dwarf, but a dormant dragon!

Completely ignoring the Bright Light Strike in Lady Mogre's hand, her silver pupils focused slightly, and her substantial gaze immediately pointed at Fang Qiuling. There is no subdued and frustrated vicissitudes of life, and the voice is still unhurried.

The moment his voice sounded in his heart, Fang Qiuling instantly sensed that the time around him had frozen.

“…… The first to suffer was the port on the western frontier of the Kingdom of Kartha. As a kingdom that serves the god of wind, the main military power of Karthas is concentrated in the north of the kingdom, facing the 'feud' Duchy of Eders. It's been a long time since the people of Karthas experienced a sudden attack from the sea......"

The voice of the vicissitudes of life was full of exhaustion, and the tone of the slow narration was like that of an old professor, and that of a professor of history, full of unusual familiarity, like a ...... Yes, that's right! Isn't this the nameless librarian in the Great Library of the Neutral City of Paranzas!

The Great Library of Paranzas is the largest library on the continent of Araka - there is no one! Countless pieces of knowledge and history have been preserved. In a "can't find" room deep in the Great Library, a librarian sits along. The librarian is always surrounded by stacks of books, always reading or writing. It is said that he knew not only the location of each book in the library, but also the contents of each book

He had no name and rarely left that "not found" room. But everyone who met him would have the highest respect for him, for he was the earthly messenger of the ever-neutral god of history and knowledge, a demigod with a godhead!

Elune's natives knew little about the librarian, not only because he didn't have a name, but also because he rarely left his workplace. However, among players, the nameless librarian has a great reputation and popularity.

Whenever the game version is updated, the librarian's voice rings out. He will use the vicissitudes of life to tell the player about the development of the plot, the changes in the power of the country, and the threats that the players are about to face.

- The Nameless.

This is the title given to him by the players.