Chapter 137 Time of Crisis

"Now the situation outside the college is not very good. The tide of Warcraft is coming. Now as long as students have the ability to act, they must go outside and fight side by side with teachers." This sentence is like a stone thrown into the calm water, blowing out waves round and round, and the classroom instantly becomes full of people, and some people below are even cheering this battle opportunity. "But we are still being tested. Does it matter if we are?" A student walked up to the front and asked the question that most people wanted to ask. "It doesn't matter. Let's talk about the test when we come back. Now follow me." Say that finish, he led the head out of the door, and the rest of the teachers got up and went out with him. Seeing that the teachers are gone, the students look at each other and follow them silently. Some of them are worried, some are excited, some show an indifferent expression, and some look very dignified, but the common point is that they are all discussing this matter. Even some noisy out of the college all the way, the teacher found that the situation was even more serious than he imagined, and all the magic things he could see, and some magic things even he had never seen when he was a teacher. How can there be so many, and how can we reach the college so quickly! He frowned, took out his mobile phone and began to defend. "Everyone pay attention to defense, don't be impulsive! If you can fight, fight, but run!" This has not finished, some students have rushed forward with their mobile phones, and first launched an attack on a low-level Warcraft. When most people have not reacted, they have already eliminated the low-level Warcraft. The scene began to get out of control because of such a move. Many students began to let go of their fear, walked out of the teacher's encirclement one after another, and took the lead in attacking the enchanted objects, which made the scene chaotic. Things are no longer in the teacher's control, and the remaining teachers looked at each other and finally joined the battle with Warcraft. Most of the students here have not experienced the battlefield, and some have not even touched Warcraft. The most experienced Warcraft is just the best defeated low-level Warcraft. Such a novel scene can't help but make them excited. Some of them fought alone, some chose to fight side by side with their friends, and all kinds of magic were used on the field. For a while, they actually killed less than half of Warcraft. But the excitement is only temporary, the scene is cruel after all, and what you lose carelessly is your own life. "Ah! Help! Help me!" "My cell phone! I'm going to die!" "Mom and Dad!" Beg for mercy, cry for help, and some voices of cheering, one after another on the battlefield, but more are roars after being hurt. Fortunately, these students are not groundless people. Although they have no practical experience, they quickly find their own position, and some even spontaneously find someone to form a team. "Classmate, I think your attack is very strong. You protect me and I will treat you!" "This friend, my shield is stronger, I protect you, and you fight Warcraft." The cruel battlefield made them grow up quickly, and everyone found their own position and suitable partners, so they slowly moved forward. The advanced Warcraft was solved by the teacher, while the low-level ones were played by the students, and the cooperation between teachers and students finally survived. By the time all Warcraft is destroyed, most people have been seriously overdrawn in magic, and they can't use anything about magic. Some people even lack a part of their bodies, while others can never open their eyes. At first, people who are still smiling at you will never be seen again, and some even have no bones. After cleaning up the battlefield and repeatedly confirming that there is no remaining Warcraft, some people finally burst into tears. There is no place on the ground that can be complete, some are beaten by magic, some are full of corpses, Warcraft, human, and even some are indistinguishable. The smell of blood filled the whole venue, and some female students finally spit it out in hindsight. Seeing such a scene, even teachers who often experience battles can't help but have some reddish eyes. They fight back their emotions because they know that there are some remaining things they need to do. "Everyone gather! Count the number!" Looking for the teacher's voice, the living students walked towards the teachers, made sure that all the people were here, and then simply counted the number. Only half of them are alive, some of them are seriously injured, half of them are slightly injured, and only a few people are not much injured. This loss is not heavy, the teacher frowned, and finally he could only sigh gently. "Everyone is sticking to it, we will go back to treatment, help each other, and go back to the college now." A red-eyed man pushed through the crowd to the front and asked in a hoarse voice, "What about the dead man?" "I'm sorry, but the dead can only be dealt with after going back. We must ensure the safety of the living." The teacher bowed his head to express his apology, but his voice was unquestionably firm. Looking at the students helping each other back to the college, only a few teachers went back with them, but most of them were still on the battlefield, all looking dignified. They stand together at random, but they don't look at anyone, no one speaks, and there is no redundant action, just standing in silence. After a long silence, a teacher took the lead in breaking this dignified atmosphere. "Let's talk about this time. I think everyone has their own ideas." Teachers with their heads down looked up and exchanged a few eyes, and finally spoke of their own judgments one by one. "This incident is by no means accidental. The tide of Warcraft is as frequent as the rising tide of sea water. Someone must have done something behind his back." "Yes, this time our college is really damaged." "It seems that there is nothing good in the days to come, and maybe something big will happen." As soon as this word was finished, everyone looked at him one after another. The teacher knew that he didn't say well. He stretched out his hand and patted his mouth and said, "When I didn't say it, I said it nonsense." Hearing this, one of the teachers smiled bitterly. She smiled at him and said, "I'm afraid you are telling the truth. Now everyone feels uneasy." Say that finish, everyone fell into silence again, but this time I was afraid I couldn't laugh with a wry smile.