The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 36: The Poet's Inspiration?
"Fire glue, fire glue... found it!"

The screams and shrieks in Tang Qi's ears never stopped.

Trolls possess immeasurable strength, but their enormous size makes them relatively slow-moving.

The Wolf Pack's mercenary group is also skilled on the battlefield, except for the mercenary who was first knocked away due to carelessness in dodging.

They cooperated and formed three groups, which, while holding back the goblin scouts, led to the first kill of a troll.

After using [Great Stride] and [Greasy Spell], Nova, in order to help the mercenaries better surround and kill the trolls, immediately spread out a milky white, sticky spider web in the woods, hanging it on the treetops to block the trolls in the sticky web.

As the wolf beheaded one of the trolls, the mercenary threw out a fiery glue, igniting the tangled network of wires.

The flames climbed along the spiderweb, burning the troll's neck and turning its bulging tumor-like wound into charcoal.

The dead troll had no head, and its wails could not even be heard.

When he no longer needed to focus on the Web Spell, he finally used a Cloud Spell to sweep through the white mist in the woods.

The goblins' vision was thus obscured, and their arrows lost their purpose.

This divided the mercenaries' encirclement into two battlefields, relieving much of the pressure.

"Well done, rising star!"

"I can't help but exclaim in admiration."

It was fortunate that we were able to invite this spellcaster.

This young man's meteoric rise to become a 'rising star' among adventurers is not without reason—

As a mercenary leader who participated in the Southern Defense War and actually fought against orcs, Wolf has cooperated with many spellcasters.

Unless one is a high-level archmage with forbidden techniques capable of destroying the world, it is impossible to summon meteors from outer space to the battlefield.

The duty of a battlefield mage should be to provide the army with more advantages and opportunities in battle.

But clearly, he couldn't expect those spellcasters, who mostly studied academics and ancient texts in ivory towers, to maintain a basic understanding of the current battle situation.

Having the wisdom to analyze formulas and study spells is considered a talent.

Having a keen sense of the battlefield, capable of grasping the overall situation and adapting to local conditions, is also a kind of talent.

For adventurers and mercenaries who often find themselves in perilous situations, the latter is preferred.

"Stop talking nonsense and get rid of these remnants!"

Praise is meaningless if it cannot compensate for the mental exhaustion of a rising star.

In this brief exchange, he didn't think anyone was more tired than him.

The goblins weren't fools; how could they allow a mage to stir up the battlefield situation without any pressure?

Besides a few spells to aid in the battlefield, he even had to dodge arrows shot at him.

Even though he dodged most of it, he still used a [Shield Spell] to create a force field shield for himself and deflect it.

Four first-ring spell slots and one second-ring spell slot.

The continuous strain gradually made the rising star feel overwhelmed.

His current condition only allows him to cast one more second-level spell.

Although he could temporarily suppress his headache, he used a few tricks to muddy the waters while running around the battlefield.

But he really needs a good rest.

"With one dead, the other is also nearing its end, and the remaining goblins are not a threat."

As for the last one…

He glanced around and realized he had noticed the gladiatorial combat on the side of the camp much earlier.

I even felt a little relieved because of it.

As long as a troll doesn't rush out from the flank and interrupt his spellcasting, the battle can be ended safely.

He never denied Black Snake's abilities—

People who can emerge from the vast desert are generally not bad.

But the black snake was finding it increasingly difficult.

He first dealt with a few goblins who were shooting arrows from the shadows, and now, using his agile footwork, he seemed to be maneuvering around the troll's feet, engaging in a back-and-forth battle with him...

But the iron chisel in his hand could not cause any harm to the other party.

Even though he had already blinded the troll's four eyes—

That was almost the softest organ on his skin.

The eye sockets, which had already developed eight jet-black pupils, seemed to be mocking his futile efforts during this period.

Black Serpent is not a construct; he cannot afford to waste his energy on this kind of place.

"Damn it, tell them to get a knife, why are they so slow..."

He had placed the chisel inside his boots, and in his hand he held a goblin's rusty short blade.

But short weapons were barely enough for him.

Anyone wielding a decent weapon wouldn't be this exhausted. "The key's here!"

Tang Qi's shouts finally boosted his morale, and he stiffly pulled the short blade from the troll's throat, then leaped up and caught the key that was thrown to him.

By the time they landed, the handcuffs had already been thrown to the ground.

Where is my knife?

"I put it in that mage's tent, and I had Kuru search for it."

Where is he?!

"Kuru, Kuru—"

The shouts faded into the distance, but the kobold's figure still did not emerge from the fog.

The black snake gritted its teeth, finally understanding what was going on:
"Damn it, did that kobold escape in the chaos?!"

Given the nature of kobolds, this is perfectly normal.

Before he could finish speaking, a club swept across the room.

He leaned back, his waist as supple as a snake, and as the stick swept past his navel, he used his hands to push off and kicked the chin of one of the troll's heads.

As he leaped into the air, he twisted his waist, and the short blade struck the top of the other head—

"Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing Tang Qi's loud shout, Black Snake instinctively chose to trust him.

The boots stomped on the troll's chest, and with a powerful kick, the roaring troll didn't budge an inch. Instead, the boots created a distance of several body lengths for the user.

As he withdrew, a glass bottle filled with an amber-colored gelatinous solution was hurled from the top of the troll's head.

"Roar!"

The two-headed troll instinctively swung its club and smashed the bottle, but the solution inside exploded into a spark the moment it came into contact with the air!
The solution that splashed onto its forehead and arms burst into flames and then spread directly to its entire arm.

"It hurts, it hurts!!!"

Only then did the two heads change their previous ferocious appearance, and their muffled roars sounded like cries.

The black snake's sharp eyes revealed a fierce glint as it hurled its short blade.

It flashed silver, leaving a snow-white trail in the dark night sky.

Both trolls and goblins possess the ability to see in the dark.

But it was still patting the flames on its body—

The short blade pierced right through one of its skull bones!
"Poet, sing a song!"

Black Snake remembered Tang Qi's identity as a wandering poet.

Since the kobold had chosen to flee, he couldn't care less about anything else and instinctively gave orders.

Tang Qi was taken aback, then realized that the black snake seemed to be expecting him to cast a spell.

He swished his hand across the strings, and with a crisp "hum," the black snake pounced like a ghost before the troll, and a deep, resonant male voice instantly filled the air:
I buried you on a high hill.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, goodbye—

When I wake up tomorrow morning, I will adorn your clothes with beautiful flowers!

"Fuck you!?"

Black Snake slipped and nearly spat out the plum wine in its belly.

The expected blessing did not come through the music, so he had no choice but to draw his short blade and roll to dodge the troll's side-swung club.

After creating some distance, he finally couldn't hold back and started swearing:

"What the hell are you singing? A dirge?"

Have I offended you that many times? You really want to get rid of me, don't you?!

Tang Qi stopped playing the piano and hesitated before saying:
"Didn't you feel an inexhaustible strength just a moment ago?"

Hearing Tang Qi's serious question made Black Snake less confident.

Looking back at the moment I heard the song, I did feel a bit excited... like my blood was boiling?

But Tang Qi understood that Black Snake had no reason to doubt him.

Although he was one of the few poets on this continent who could cast spells.

However, he doesn't really know how to use the magic of music to inspire and uplift others.

That means we can only choose an immature method—

When a person feels pain or anger, their body secretes a hormone.

This causes his heart to beat faster and his blood to flow faster, in order to generate more energy.

There may not be a suitable name for this continent for the time being.

But scientifically speaking, it's called adrenaline.

(End of this chapter)