I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

The person who brought intelligence about the Northern Front was a bard who claimed to be Lightning, a tabby cat who graduated from the Creation Academy.

It was the debt-ridden poet whom Chen met in Tundra Port.

"Tom, so you are the lord of the River Territory?"

After being away for several months, he had a completely different identity when he met again. Lightning was extremely curious and regretful about the changes in the tiger man who had invited him to dinner.

You should have asked the other party to treat you to a few more meals in the first place!

"Yeah, long time no see. I heard that you just got into a big trouble some time ago. How dare you come here suddenly?"

Chen was very lucky that he had not been seduced by the spotted cat people to become the captain of the Golden Academy, otherwise the snow on the grave would be several feet high now.

"Oh, isn't Lightning unlucky? Who would have thought that the incredible magic trap that the Pale Singer left in the tomb before his death, and the technology used is not the Holy Word of Creation."

While lamenting that he had stolen the chicken but lost the rice, the bard told everyone about his legendary experiences - including adventures with frost giants, snow trolls, white dragons, undead creatures and mysterious sea beasts.

Everyone is convinced that at least 90% of them are fake.

"In the end, Lightning, the Star People and adventurers finally found the Pale Singer's tomb, only to find that the other party had left a legendary magic as a trap inside..."

"Objection Ali!"

After hearing this, he turned on the repeater that was the telepathic user and stood up. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the empty spotted cat man.

The composite thought attack of the Qi and Wood attributes - the spring breeze!

"Meow!?" A wind pressure carrying petals blew the spotted cat man's hair to pieces.

Forcibly ignoring the words that popped out of the frightened spotted cat man's mouth, the repeater patted the material in his hand and explained: "Speaker Sanhua is wrong, and Jin Jianchen... is also wrong. In short, Speaker, the speech of this spotted cat man just now has something to do with it. An obvious contradiction."

"Is there a contradiction?" Chen Zhou was puzzled, and the repeater suddenly became violent.

"Have you forgotten, how could Asta release legendary magic?"

After being reminded by Shushu, he realized the key to the problem as his mind was not online every day.

Asta is a broken demiplane where even level 6 magic can blow up the magic network. The man behind the summoning of players was just stealing the Mystery Barrier that had already taken effect, so there would be no problem.

But the Pale Singer is a poet of the new era, and it is impossible for him to cast spells above level 5!

"That's right, so no matter what the nature of the Song of Pale is, it must not be a magic of level 6 or above." The repeater came to its conclusion.

Below level 5?

Create hundreds, thousands, thousands of armies of undead and ice beasts?

After realizing this, everyone couldn't help but wonder: What is the profession of this pale singer?

"I have some guesses about this. The main body of the Pale Song may only be a few spells, but it has been integrated into a certain network of Asta, so that the aurora can be used as energy to summon undead creatures and ice beasts."

As for what was specifically incorporated...it was naturally the legendary magic used to summon Star People.

"That's it, meow!" Lightning heard this and slapped his thigh, "Now I finally understand what's going on. This incident is not Lightning's fault at all!"

The Pale Singer had studied the Pale Song a long time ago, but the legendary magic that materialized the soul was not working, so he hid it as a trap in his tomb.

Considering that there are no bones in the tomb at all, the opponent who is good at manipulating undead creatures might still be alive today.

Even the rumors Lightning heard may have been spread and guided deliberately by the other party. Even if he hadn't made it self-defeating, there would probably be another person who would open the Pale Singer's tomb!

Everyone couldn't help but fell into silence - this was definitely evading responsibility.

However, the tabby cat people, who are overly curious and fickle, have caused countless troubles on a daily basis.

In the end, everyone had no choice but to mobilize their troops again, this time vowing to completely solve the local problem.

"I do have an idea."

After his intelligence returned for a limited time, Chen thought of a strategy to break the spell: "The Song of Pale exists high in Asta, we just need to go..."

Before he finished speaking, Kyle asked with a strange expression: "Aren't you going to destroy the magic network again?"

They have just reached a cooperation with the Spellcasters Association, so it is best not to mess around at this stage.

Chen Zhou fell into silence.

"Are we really going to blow up the Magic Network again!?" The repeater was shocked. Why is this golden layer thinking about hitting mosquitoes with nuclear bombs all day long?

"What magic network?"

Hearing this, the tabby cat man's tail waggled excitedly: "Are we going to do such an exciting thing?"

"No, I have a clever plan." Chen deliberately let it slip, "You guys will know it then."

This time he will go to the North in person, and use the knowledge left over from the origin of his magic to decipher the song of the pale that flows with the aurora.

It's definitely not because I want to scare other people...

……

After leaving the steward of the Great River Territory in the shadow of the lord's reorganization, Chen, who was tired of the meeting, left the meeting hall before falling asleep.

Not long after that, Lightning revealed all the information he knew and acted freely. Through the "Dance of Tracks", he found an old acquaintance who was fishing on the beach.

Facing the opponent who has become an earl, the bard is very curious about what happened to the opponent after leaving the Northland, and why he suddenly ran to the Frostfall Land and became an earl.

"It's a long story..."

For a moment, Chen found it difficult to summarize his wandering life some time ago.

"Then let's talk while eating another day."

The poet who had already made up his mind to find a job in the Great River Territory was in no rush.

"Lightning is here to tell you a secret."

As he spoke, the spotted cat man looked around with a sly look.

After confirming several times that no one was around, he mysteriously used the "Mage's Hand" to take out a football-sized piece of ice from the backpack on his back, exuding a bone-chilling chill.

"This is the ice cube I got in the tomb before when others weren't paying attention. It's useless for Lightning to hold it. Why don't I give it to you to see if I can do anything with it?"

Feeling the biting cold outside, Jerry, who was in his pocket, was excited and subconsciously poked his head out.

"Isn't this unique magic aura the perfect ice in the legend of Frostfall? It is said to be a prehistoric heritage before the birth of the world, but now that I think about it, it should be a magic material made during the Holy Roland Empire."

This ice, said to never melt, can be used to cast spells and create magical items, each piece of which is a rare treasure and priceless.

And the spotted cat people actually found a piece in the Pale Singer's tomb and stole it without even the people of the star being aware of it?