On the walls of the west district.

There was a vast fog in front of me, and the visibility was very low.

There are only more than a thousand human warriors and magicians.

What they want to resist is an army of tens of thousands of zombies and ghosts.

The strength between the two is too much different, so many that it makes people desperate.

The man in the middle is Zhao family-Zhao Xiangyang.

Silver Seven-Star Warrior!

He held a silver-white spear and issued an order to fight to the end.

Judging from the current gray fog situation, once it is lost.

Then West City finally rescued the gathered humans will have no chance of survival.

With such low visibility, if you lose the barrier of the city wall, you will immediately fall into chaos and you will never be able to organize the force of resistance.

The army of zombies and ghosts once again launched a charge towards the city wall, and everyone couldn't remember how many times it was.

But the more zombies and ghosts are killed, the fewer and fewer people are on the wall.

The city walls are very high, and it is difficult for ordinary zombies to climb up.

However, some ghosts and ghosts similar to Crawlers can easily climb up.

Warriors and spellists cooperated with each other on the wall, constantly repelling the ghosts and ghosts that continued to rise.

And there are also powerful silver men standing by the wall.

So there is no big problem.

The trouble is actually the city.

Some ghosts with infinite power are destroying the city walls.

Once a passage is smashed, warriors and magicians are simply unable to resist it with humans.

Fortunately, the city wall was originally designed to defend against these powerful ghosts and monsters, and used special materials and was extremely strong.

But if it is not stopped, it will only be a matter of time before it is cut through.

Among the seven silver powerhouses, three silver spells stood on the wall.

The three of them cast spells almost at the same time, but they were released in succession.

An old man closed his eyes and cast a spell, and the huge silver-level mental power burst out, and his white hair was automatically without wind.

He used magic power as his pen to outline the magic circle in a small piece of heaven and earth in front of him.

soon.

A dazzling green magic array is formed.

Rumble!!!

On the flat ground under the city wall, thick vines rolled over like a ground dragon and kept drilling out from under the ground.

All of a sudden, the group of ghosts who were destroying the city walls were overturned.

A red-haired woman followed closely and spread to the ground as the flame array formed.

The last spell sent a breeze.

boom!

Wood is strong and the fire rises again when the fire encounters wind!

The city wall soon became a sea of ​​fire!

If it is an ordinary flame, then zombies and ghosts are not afraid of them.

Let's not talk about whether they can be burned to death.

Even if ordinary flames can burn them to death, it will take a lot of time.

And at this time, what should these ghosts do?

Anyway, most of them don't feel pain.

But this is not ordinary fire!

It is the spiritual fire of a silver-level magician, which can burn the body and soul!

After the three silver spells cast the spell, they all looked pale and were listless.

They have been fighting for a long time, their mental power has been in a state of overdrawn, and their mana is even more empty.

"Leave the rest to me!"

Zhao Xiangyang held a silver-white spear and clasped his fists at the three of them.

"Xiangyang! You are still young, but if you really can't do it, you're like retreating! You won't have to worry about burning firewood if you stay in the green mountains!"

The white-haired old man sighed, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Ha, Mr. Ding, do you see those people younger than me..."

Zhao Xiangyang chuckled and shook his head, pointed to the young warriors who were fighting, and then to the anxious compatriots in the city.

Why can't Zhao Xiangyang survive?

Or he, Zhao Xiangyang, worked hard to practice, just to block these people and shelter them from the wind and rain!

So he will never retreat and will be ready to die!

"Old Ding, and Sister He and Brother Kang, you guys go down the city quickly. I have arranged for Xiaodong and the others to escort you away."

Zhao Xiangyang looked at the burning earth with a strong gaze, "You go to the southern district to meet the Chen family and the Bai family."

Sister He is the silver speller who practices fire, and Brother Kang is the one who practices wind spells. The two nodded.

But Mr. Ding was anxious.

"Bah! Even if you want to be a hero yourself, I can't stop you! But what does it mean to let me be a deserter? You look down on me! You are not afraid of death! I tell you! Labor and capital have lived for decades more than you, and there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Zhao Xiangyang looked at Mr. Ding calmly and got angry.

Then he took down the long sword hanging around his waist and handed it to Mr. Ding and said, "Okay, Mr. Ding, you can use the sword to cut it..."

"Do you think I really dare not! Labor and Capital is also a warrior of the Seven-Star Black Iron Stars. It's just my wish to cut it with a sword!"

Mr. Ding was about to take over Zhao Xiangyang's sword.

Sister He and Brother Kang quickly stopped him, raised Mr. Ding who was still cursing and walked down the city.

"Take care of yourself!"

The two nodded as they passed by Zhao Xiangyang.

"You kid, don't be burping! You still owe me a drink!"

Old Ding, who was armed by the two of them, also turned around and shouted loudly.

“Try to…”

Zhao Xiangyang smiled slightly and waved to the three of them.

After the three of them disappeared from their sight, Zhao Xiangyang held a spear and stared at the ghostly land outside the city.

The three old men of Ding are silver-level magicians and are the real mainstay for humans.

But the biggest reason is that the three of them have already bottomed out and their mental power is seriously overdrawn.

Staying is not very meaningful. Could it be that it is really going to take a weapon to cut monsters?

I'm afraid some ordinary people with strong physiques are more useful than them...

The other two could leave, but the remaining four silver warriors could not leave.

If there is a glimmer of hope, they will hold on.

For the city's 100,000 people!

The entire earth's human beings have dropped sharply from 8 billion to less than 1.5 billion.

There are not many hundred thousand people anymore!

"Boss! The radio is on! But behind..."

At this moment, a young man ran to Zhao Xiangyang with an anxious expression.

"The mist has faded so much, and it is normal to get through."

Zhao Xiangyang nodded calmly and then asked, "What's going on behind?"

"A large army of skeletons appeared behind the city, with a large number, leading a silver-level skeleton general!"

The young man said quickly.

Zhao Xiangyang frowned.
To be continued...