The red ant tide that stretches for hundreds of miles is like a stormy wave, frantically impacting the Great Wall of Dragon's Blood!

Ballista Blast!

Arrows fly!

Magic Bombardment!

The officers and soldiers defending the city fought desperately and bloodily!

Countless bloodthirsty ironcrystal ants were frozen in ice, burned to ashes, electrocuted into charcoal, pierced into hedgehogs, and slashed by thousands of knives......

But it still can't stop the crazy ant tide, they are advancing layer by layer, endlessly, fearless of death, endless!

The attack didn't do anything to them!

It's close!

It's close!

The ant tide is getting closer and closer, and it will flood Beiheguan at any time!

"Unstoppable!"

"Can't stop it!"

"We're going to be torn to shreds!"

Seeing such a scene, some students collapsed, shouted like madmen, hysterical, and lost their minds!

"Shut up! Don't affect the morale of the army!"

Seeing this, Dirk Norway glared fiercely!

"Boom-"

These students were directly stunned by the spiritual attack that had been condensed into the essence as if they had been hammered, and then fell to the ground softly!

"Take them down!"

Dirk Norway waved his hand and shouted in a low voice!

"Yes!"

Several soldiers carried the students down, and Dirk Norway looked at their backs and sighed!

He knows!

These students are abolished, and even if they wake up, they will leave a serious psychological shadow, and it will be difficult to achieve anything in the future!

But Dirk doesn't feel pity!

This kind of student is naturally fragile in his heart, and no matter what his magical talent is, his future achievements will definitely be limited, and his future achievements will not be great!

"Remember!"

Dirk Norway glanced at the fat man and the others: "Do you want to become a strong man just by relying on talent? Daydream! Talent is just a stepping stone, and tribulations and setbacks are the touchstone of a strong person!"

"A truly strong man has to go through the test of blood and fire, go through countless fights and setbacks, and endure unimaginable hardships and pains for ordinary people!"

Dirk Norvi's eyes were cold: "Excellent talent is nothing, and empty rank is nothing, as soon as you enter the battlefield, you will collapse, you will still harm others and yourself, and you will waste one!"

The fat man and the others were awe-inspiring in their hearts, and they couldn't help but lower their heads, not daring to look at Teacher Dirk!

Dirk Norway swept everyone's faces one last time, then turned and stepped onto the female wall and attacked!

"O all-powerful wind spirit, please use the atmosphere as a bow and the light as an arrow, bear the power of my will, and pierce the void of the distant sky...... Deathstorm!"

"Buzz—"

The wind elements between heaven and earth frantically converged, and a black tornado with a diameter of hundreds of meters and a height of hundreds of zhang, completely composed of wind blades, quietly took shape!

Level 9 Magic ...... Deathstorm!

"Boom-"

The death storm carried the devouring power of destroying the world and landed in the center of the ant tide in an instant, and in the earth-shattering roar, countless bloodthirsty iron crystal ants were swallowed by the storm and twisted into powder!

"Turn!"

Dirk Norway waved his magic wand, and the Deathstorm began to spin around the battlefield, one moment here and the next!

Everywhere you go, the ant tide is empty!

"Great!"

"Teacher Dirk is mighty!"

"Awesome!"

"Worthy of Mr. Dirk!"

The fat man and the others were in great spirits, and all the officers and soldiers swept away the haze and saw the hope of victory!

The lethality of Deathstorm is terrifying!

In just a few breaths, tens of thousands of bloodthirsty iron crystal ants were strangled, and if there were a few more death storms, the ant tide would not be crushed to pieces!

"Everyone, let's go too!"

"Teacher Dirk is right, even if it's a bite ......"

"Kill!"

Inspired by this, the students came to the women's wall, followed the example of Teacher Dirk, and chanted magic spells!

All of a sudden, the magic elements of various systems converged!

......

The tragic scene continues!

Thick blood envelops the battlefield!

Little by little, time passes!

Before you know it, an hour has passed!

Although all the officers and soldiers resisted desperately, the ant tide showed no sign of abating, and the offensive did not weaken at all, but became more and more fierce!

This is still the case of Dirk Norvi, a ninth-level great magic guide, desperately resisting, if it weren't for him, Beihe Pass would have been broken long ago!

"Can't hold it! The attack of the ant tide is too fierce, and it can't be held at all if it goes on like this!"

The guard Marquis Cecia's face was ugly: "Where are the reinforcements, and how long will it take for the fastest reinforcements to arrive?"

"Back to the Marquis, an hour!"

The pro-soldier quickly replied!

"An hour? According to this trend, you can't hold on for half an hour, let alone an hour?"

Marquis Cecia gritted his teeth: "Urge, hurry, rush reinforcements, let them speed up!!"

After speaking, she strode up to Dirk Norway and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Dirk, the reinforcements will arrive in an hour at the earliest, how long can you hold out?"

Dirk Norvi's face was serious: "The ninth-level magic consumes too much mana, and it can't last for an hour, but it's okay to release the sixth- or seventh-level magic all the time!"

"The lethality of sixth- and seventh-level magic is limited, and in less than an hour, Beihe Pass will be breached!"

Sai Xia shook her head repeatedly: "Teacher Dirk, you have been releasing ninth-level magic of the scale of Death Storm, how long can you hold on?"

"Half an hour at most!"

Dirk Novi smiled bitterly: "The mana consumed by this large-scale ninth-level magic of Deathstorm is terrifying, and if you persist for another half an hour, the mana that I have accumulated all my life will definitely be exhausted, and it will take a long time to recover!"

"Half an hour ......"

Cethia was silent!

At this moment, a personal soldier ran over panting: "Lord Marquis, something is wrong, the ant tide thirty miles away has attacked the city wall!"

"Lord Marquis, the city tower a hundred miles away has been occupied by the ant tide!"

"Lord Marquis......"

More than a dozen pro-soldiers rushed in succession, but the news that came back hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, and everyone's faces turned pale and they were desperate!

19 city heads, all of which were attacked by the ant tide!

There are 19 of them!

Will there be more and more in the future?

"After all, you still can't hold it?"

Marquis Cecia lost his soul and muttered, "Actually, the moment I saw the scale of the ant tide, I knew that I couldn't hold it, but I still underestimated the power of the ant tide after all...... Alas!"

Dirk Norway sighed and was silent!

The ant tide stretches for 300 miles, which means that the head of the defense line for more than 300 miles is attacked by the ant tide at the same time!

How many troops are there in Beihe Pass, how many magicians are there?

In the absence of reinforcements, the destruction of the city is an inevitable result!

"Teacher Dirk, while the ant tide has not yet been killed, hurry up and leave with the students, they are the future of the kingdom, and there can be no mistakes!"

Cecia sighed and said in a deep voice!

Dirk Norway closed his eyes, a look of pain and struggle on his face, he knew what it meant to retreat, and he knew what it meant to break the city!

The people are plunged into an abyss of misery!

Countless casualties!

But he couldn't help it!

He can't help it!

He's only one person after all!

He can't turn the tide and save the people from danger!

After struggling for a long time, Dirk Norway finally waved his hand and released a flying magic ship: "All students, board the ship and retreat immediately!"

"Mr. Dirk, do you just give up?"

The fat man couldn't accept this result: "If we leave, and the ant tide breaks through and pours in, what will happen to the people in the city? They will be exposed to the sharp teeth of the ant tide!"

"I can't help it!"

Dirk Norway had tears in the corners of his eyes: "The ant tide is menacing, our defense line is full of holes, just like an old ship sailing on the ocean, leaking everywhere, and I can't stop it, I really can't do it!"

When the fat man heard this, he immediately fell silent!

"After all, manpower is limited, how can we resist natural disasters!"

Dirk Norway wiped away tears: "Let's go! It won't help to stay here!

"Got it, teacher!"

The fat man and the others lowered their heads and got on the boat in turn!

"Marquis of Cecia, what are you going to do?"

Dirk Norway looked at the Marquis of Cecia and asked in a low voice!

"You can only retreat!"

Marquis Cecia's expression was complicated: "It's just that I have been guarding Beihe Pass for more than ten years, and today is the first time to give up Chengguan, I'm not reconciled!"

Dirk Norvi Silent!

At this time, someone suddenly pointed to the distance and exclaimed, "Look! What is that?"

"Huh?"

"Is it reinforcements?"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked, and then they saw a black dot galloping towards this side, it was a magic flying carpet!

There's a man standing on the flying carpet!

"Who is he?"

"Helping us fend off the ant tide??"

"Riding the magic flying carpet, I don't think it's a strong person......"

Everyone was soon disappointed, the ant tide broke the city at any time, the army was ready to retreat, and 100,000 people were useless!

What's more, just one person?

Not to mention riding the magic flying carpet?

At first glance, he is not a powerful character!

Only the fat man held the binoculars, looked at the man in disbelief, and suddenly shouted: "I'll go! Isn't that my brother?"

"Dude?"

Abbe and Donna were shocked at the same time: "You said it was Monray?"

"It's him! I asked him to come over to help, but I didn't expect him to really come!

The fat man's face is full of excitement!

"Who is Monray?"

Hearing the conversation between the three of them, the Marquis of Cecia came to his senses: "What level of powerhouse? Is the ninth-level Great Demon Guide able to help us resist the ant tide?"

"He's my student!"

Dirk Norway replied with a wry smile: "The strength should be a fifth-level magician!"

“......”

Cecia's face froze!

"Give the order to retreat!"