Bard at Work

The warrior's sword is attached with flames that are taller than a man, and the whole body is wrapped with thunder. It jumps hundreds of meters and slices through monsters easily. The mage raised his staff high and dazzled with dazzling light, one by one flashing and one by one with magic spells. Hail, flames, clouds, tornadoes and thunderstorms brewed into a natural disaster, drowning the monsters. The divine power of the priest's holy book surges, the surrounding halls have majestic visions of the Holy Spirit, the sacred light curtain has unparalleled defense, and the prayer of judgment directly hits the monster's soul. As for the bard, he was in that corner, playing the broken harp and arranging in his mind how to blow his own cow.