Ballista bolts hurtled through the air, arrows shot and flew through the air, and spells bombarded the ant tide.
The guarding militants fought on desperately in the bloody battle.
Countless Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants were sealed in ice, burned into ashes, electrocuted into charcoal, impaled like hedgehogs, slashed into ribbons...
However, it still couldn’t stop the crazy ant tide. They advanced wave upon wave, endlessly, fearlessly, and with no end to them.
The attacks didn’t have any effect on them!
They were getting near now!
The ant tide got nearer and nearer, about to flood the North River Pass any moment!
“We can’t stop them!”
“We can’t stop them at all!”
“We’ll be ripped into shreds!”
A few students broke down at the sight of this and began to scream and shout like lunatics. They were hysterical and had lost their marbles.
“Shut up! Don’t affect the soldiers’ morale!”
Upon seeing this, Dirk Norway glared at them viciously.
Boom!
As though a heavy hammer had struck them, a spiritual attack that had physically manifested knocked out those few students, and they collapsed limply on the ground.
With a wave, Dirk Norway barked in a low voice, “Bring them down!”
“Yes, sir!”
A few soldiers hurriedly carried the students away. Dirk Norway let out a faint sigh as he gazed at them from the back.
He knew that those few students were now useless for good. Even if they woke up, it would leave behind serious psychological trauma in their hearts. It’d be very tough for them to amount to much in the future.
However, Dirk didn’t find this a pity.
Students like them were psychologically fragile by nature. No matter how good their magic talent was, there would surely be a limit to their future achievements, so they wouldn’t have amounted to much anyway.
“Remember this!”
Dirk Norway’s gaze swept across Hart and the others. “Do you think you can become strong just by relying on your talent? That’s nothing but just a daydream! Talent is just a prerequisite! Hardships and setbacks are an expert’s real trials and tribulations!
“True experts must undergo trials of blood and fire. They must undergo innumerable battles and setbacks, and they must endure hardships and pain that ordinary people find hard to even imagine!”
Dirk Norway’s gaze was cold and frosty. “Excellent talent doesn’t count for much. Neither does having a sham of a cultivation realm. Breaking down the moment you enter the battlefield? You’re still a good-for-nothing all the same and will bring harm to others and yourself!”
Awe and reverence filled Hart and the others. They couldn’t help but lower their heads, not daring to meet Mr. Dirk’s eyes.
Dirk Norway’s gaze swept across every one of their faces one last time. Then, he turned and got on top of the parapet and began to launch attacks.
“O’ the omnipotent wind fairies, with air as your bow and light as your arrows, please accept the power of my will and cut across the skies in the far distance... Death Tempest!”
Buzz, buzz!
The Wind Elements in the universe began to converge in a frenzy, and a black tornado completely made up of wind blades and measuring several hundred meters wide, and thousands of feet tall quietly took shape.
Ninth-Grade Spell... Death Tempest!
Boom!
With a devouring power that could destroy the heavens and earth, Death Tempest landed in the center of the ant tide in an instant. Amid earth-shaking explosions, countless Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants were devoured by the tempest and wrung into dust.
“Spin!”
With a wave of Dirk Norway’s magic staff, Death Tempest began to spin around in the battlefield, appearing in one spot one moment and another spot the next.
Everywhere it passed by, the ants were reduced to nothingness.
“That’s so awesome!”
“The mighty Mr. Dirk!”
“That’s so impressive!”
“As expected of Mr. Dirk!”
Hart and the others’ spirits were greatly roused. The shadows looming over all the soldiers were swept away at once, and they began to see the hope of victory.
Death Tempest’s destructiveness was too fearsome.
In just a short breath, it’d already killed almost 10,000 Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants. If he could unleash a few more Death Tempests, wouldn’t the ant tide be reduced to dust?!
“Everyone! Let’s charge, too!”
“Mr. Dirk is right! Even if I must bite them...”
“Kill!”
The students were greatly encouraged, and all of them stepped onto the parapet. They imitated Mr. Dirk and also began to chant magic incantations.
For a moment there, all kinds of magic elements converged around them.
The horrifying scene continued on...
A thick, dense bloody aura shrouded the battlefield!
Time slipped by bit by bit!
Unknowingly, an hour had gone by!
Despite every single soldier fighting desperately, the ant tide showed no signs of decreasing at all, and their momentum didn’t weaken in the least. On the contrary, more and more of them showed up, and their momentum also became stronger and stronger.
This was even under the circumstances where Dirk Norway, a Great Ninth-Grade Magician, was fighting desperately against them. If he hadn’t been here, the North River Pass would have fallen a long time ago.
“We can’t hold them back! The ant tide’s momentum is too strong! If this goes on, we won’t be able to defend the pass at all!”
Marchioness Cesia had an awful look on her face. “Where are the reinforcements? How long more before the fastest reinforcements reach us?”
A soldier quickly replied, “My lady, an hour!”
“An hour? If this goes on, we won’t even be able to last half an hour, much less an hour?” Marchioness Cesia gritted her teeth. “Urge them to hurry! Tell the reinforcements to hurry here with everything they’ve got! Get them to speed up!”
After she spoke, she strode up to Dirk Norway and asked somberly, “Mr. Dirk, even at the earliest, the reinforcements still need at least an hour before they can arrive. How
