Fierce battles are raging under the gates, but Stan can see that the human army is becoming inferior. Morris was already showing signs of fatigue, and Fadar's soldiers had long since lost hope and were only making a last stand. Even Stan herself and Nerfi were exhausted, and while the mage's light magic had helped the defenders repel several charges of the Dark Tide, the constant flow of the Dark Tide had nearly exhausted her mental energy. The broken hole in the gate grew bigger and bigger, and finally, with a crackling sound, the gate was completely destroyed, and the ghouls suddenly poured in like a tide.

"Nerfi!" Stan shouted to the mage beside him when he saw that something was wrong.

Knowing this, the mage raised his wand under the protection of the knight, and countless beams of light burst out of the wand, spinning and rushing into the sky, reaching the highest point and quickly rushing towards the Darktide army that was pouring into the city. The golden light turned into arrows that passed through the mutilated bodies of countless demons and ghouls, and continued to fly forward, all the way past the city gates, leaving corpses strewn across the ground.

The gates of the city fell silent for a moment, and the ensuing dark tide was temporarily contained by light magic, and the defenders finally got a brief respite. Before Stan could catch his breath, Nerfi tilted and collapsed into his arms.

"Nerfi, it's okay. Stan held the mage in his left hand and knelt on his right knee to make her comfortable.

Nerfi opened her eyes weakly. "The magic just now has drained my mental power, and I'm afraid I won't be able to help you anymore. ”

"You've done enough, leave it to us." Having said that, Stan knew in his heart that without the mage's light magic, they wouldn't be able to resist for long.

In the midst of a dilemma, dark green armor appeared in front of him. "Hurry up, get out of here, and go to Canrito. ”

Stan looked up, and Morris struggled to speak, the middle-aged knight with multiple wounds and blood staining most of his armor black. "And what about you, Maurice?"

Maurice plunged his broadsword into the earth and held it on to allow himself to rest for a while. "I'm going to break it off for you, and although I don't know where I can break through the blockade of the Dark Tide and escape Fadar, I'm sure I'll find a gap. ”

Nellfi looked up at Maurice with tears in her eyes. "Your current state won't last long at all, Fadar has no hope, come with us!"

"No, Nerfi, this is my mission. Morris exhaled heavily, his wounds preventing him from speaking easily. "Get out of here with Stan, live well, and don't let my death be meaningless. ”

"But......" Nerfi was about to argue, but the dark tide outside the city gates gathered again, and a terrifying howl came one after another, and when he looked out, the black crushing monster was about to move, and there was no end in sight.

Morris drew his broadsword from the dirt and took one last look at Nerfi, his eyes full of reluctance. "There's no time, Stan, take Nerfi with you and protect her. ”

"Leave it to me. Stan nodded solemnly.

"Let's go!" Maurice clenched his sword and turned to leave.

"No, Maurice, you're going to die!" Nerfi cried out in grief, her body, unable to catch up.

Most of the unmotivated soldiers fled into the city, leaving only a few Doyle soldiers brought by Morris to follow him, and the knights struggled to prepare for battle, ready for the last moment of their lives.

Stan picks up the mage. "Let's go, go to the castle, and find a chance to get out of the city. ”

"No, Stan, we can't leave Morris behind!" Nerfi struggled with what little strength she had.

"That's not our world's Morris, Nerfi, he's not ours!" Stan picks up the girl's hands and walks towards the horse, despite the girl's obstruction.

"No, let me go, no matter what world he belongs to, he's Maurice!" Nerfi slapped Stan's chest, but the knight was unmoved.

Stan throws the girl onto the horse, staring firmly into her eyes. "If we die here, how can we give an account to Morris in our world? He gave his life to save us all, not for us to come here to die!"

Nerfi suddenly stopped crying and stared blankly at the ground.

"Listen to me, Nerfi, this world we can't save, we've done everything we can, and now, it's time for us to go back, back to our world. Stan's voice softened.

The shouts of killing sounded again, and Maurice led the knights to shout slogans and began to launch a final charge. Nerfi looked up, the gloomy sky spun rapidly, she couldn't sit still, she almost fell off the horse with a shaking, but luckily the hand that held the reins didn't let go, barely supporting her body.

"Let's go. Nellfi said lightly.

Relieved, Stan jumped on his mount in a few steps, then grabbed the reins of Nerfi's mount, and was about to start when he heard a beep sound in front of him. I saw a flickering whirlpool spinning in front of me, and it seemed to be a different scene through the whirlpool.

"Exit!" Stan felt ecstasy, but Nerfi beside him was unmoved. The knight didn't care so much, he pulled the reins of the two horses and rode towards the whirlpool, and the shouts of killing behind him disappeared from his mind.

As the two of them get closer to the maelstrom, a wave of heat rushes from behind them, and Stan looks back to see a large fireball flying towards them. "Nerfi!"

However, the mage did not react, still immersed in his own thoughts, and Stan watched as the fireball got closer and closer, and such a powerful fireball spell could scorch them in an instant.

At the last moment, the knight's eyes flickered, a white light faintly streaked, and then the fireball exploded violently only a few yards away from him, scattering sparks and igniting the surrounding houses, and the shock wave from the explosion even destroyed the outer walls of the houses.

Stan looks in the direction the fireball is flying, the Dark Tide has broken through the city gates, Maurice and the Doyle Knight are nowhere to be seen, and a demon mage is casting a second fireball with his hands outstretched.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for?" an old man's voice came to mind, and Stan could tell it to be the voice of the old bard in the tavern.

Stan no longer hesitates, ignoring the demon mage casting spells behind him, turns his head and pulls his horse and rides towards the whirlpool. A wave of heat was fast approaching behind him, and the whirlpool was already close at hand, Stan squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth, and lifted the reins in desperation, and the two of them sank into the whirlpool as the horses leaped hard. Almost at the same moment, the whirlpool disappeared into thin air, and the fireball flew over where the whirlpool had been, whistling towards the other side of the street.