I'm sorry, but I know I don't have much of a chance of winning, but I'm not going to surrender. Asa sighed and looked at the three Templars lightly.

"Don't get too late, boy. The black slate face of the spear-wielding Templar was already tinged with anger. He was puzzled that Lord Lancelot had wasted so much time on this wanted criminal, and it stands to reason that dealing with such a heinous person would simply abolish him, and leave a life to restore his life to His Majesty the Pope.

"I'll hold them back, and you will scatter and flee yourselves. Asa whispered to the three Hiltons behind him, and then bent down, and the light of his fighting spirit began to flash on his body.

But the three Hiltons hadn't moved, but the two Templars beside Lancelot had moved first. Their bodies flickered, and although they didn't shoot directly, they were already rushing towards both sides with swiftness and incoherence.

Asa shouted and threw himself directly at the knight with the spear in hand.

There was a loud bang, and it intersected with the gun, and the red blood on the knife and the white magic fluctuations on the gun immediately began to impact each other as soon as they came into contact, tearing and biting, making a sneering sound like a red-hot soldering iron meeting ice. In the blink of an eye, the spears collided with each other dozens of times, and then the two figures misseparated, Asa was forced back to his original position, and the Templar successfully separated with another sword-wielding man, and stood in a circle with Lancelot in place. Although this is only a combination of three people, and the distance between them is also very large, but the momentum that echoes each other is far more unbreakable than any iron wall, and the few people in the middle have no chance to escape.

The Templar's radiant armor had a dent in its abdomen, but it was slowly puffing up in the glow of white magic. Asa had a scar on his forehead that was almost visible to the bone, and the blood was gushing out and his face was stained blood-red, he raised his hand to give himself a healing technique to stop the bleeding, turned his head to the few people behind him and said, "Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity just now?"

"Cover us to escape, boss, you're too ambitious, but I can't run if I want to. Hilton sat on the ground. Although he has breathed a sigh of relief and is no longer half-dead, it is true that he can never run if he wants to. The opportunity for Asa to stop the Templars was fleeting, and even the druids and Jessica didn't have time to escape.

"People like me who are slow to react can't escape. The druid simply turned back into his human form, took off his helmet and sighed. Although his combat effectiveness when he transformed into a werewolf was undoubted, he was still the middle-aged man with an honest face in his reaction and judgment, not to mention the authentic werewolf who was full of wild and murderous intentions. Hilton, the old oilman who fought on the battlefield, was far quicker than he reacted to the situation.

"You ......," Asa glanced at Jessica. According to her speed and agility, it is not that she can't run, but she can't help but be unwilling to run, and he can't help but be a little moved. Although this woman and he have not known each other for a long time, it seems that it is just a very simple relationship, but from the heart there is still a strange sense of intimacy.

"Don't be sentimental, I'm not here just because of you. Jessica glanced faintly at Asa, who looked odd. Then he reached down and removed his mask. Ever since she saw the Templar on a branch with Asa, she had seemed a little odd. It's just that she's always wearing that mask that only shows her eyes, and the situation is urgent, and Asa doesn't have time to care.

Seeing her inexplicably unmask off, the three of Asa were only slightly stunned, but the Templar knight who was holding a two-handed giant sword with silver light flowing was shocked and exclaimed, "It's you?"

Lancelot and the other Templar were slightly stunned when they saw their colleague's reaction. But Asa was more surprised than they were. He would never have thought that Jessica, a black elf who slept with him at random, was an old friend of the Templar Knight.

"You...... Why are you here?" the expression of the Templar Knight with the two-handed greatsword in hand was strange, and the disbelief was more of a variety of other factors, including joy, sadness, embarrassment, and a trance of memories, and countless elements that others could not comprehend were intertwined to distort his handsome and calm face, completely losing the calm and calm demeanor of a master.

The Templar stood straight, staring blankly at the four men in the center. The whole person was as sharp as the two-handed giant sword on his shoulder, and at the same time calm and dignified. But as soon as he saw Jessica's face, it turned out that there was no flawed posture, bearing, and momentum. In an instant, it was all gone, and now even a little rascal could easily stab him in the back or twice.

"You...... Your ears...... Hair...... Eye...... How did you come to the ground......" asked the Templar as he looked at the black elf. He had a very heroic face, an age of about forty, and a brown beard that made him look calm and steady, but now he seemed to be as frightened as a young man at first sight.

Jessica stretched out her hand and flicked it gently, her black hair revealing the two shocking scars on the ears below, and looked at the Templar and said lightly, "If not, how can I come to you." The eyes were a pair of human eyes that I secretly used the treasure of the clan, the Dark Fire Pearl, to beg the High Priest of Tima to let him replace them with for me. ”

"You...... Then you're not...... I can't go back...... How long have you been here?" the Templar Knight said incoherently, and even his body trembled slightly.

"I came up shortly after you left, intending to look for you, but I didn't want to look for you since I learned you were a famous Templar. Jessica pointed at Asa, "This is my current man, and I like him more, so I'm going to help him." I know you're not going to do anything to me, are you? ”

"You......" the Templar's expression contorted.

"Christine. Lancelot's face was solemn, and the loud shout not only made the body of the god Templar tremble, but everyone present felt their hearts skip a few beats, this sound was not actually deafening, but it seemed to directly pluck people's heartstrings.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Lord Lancelot. The Templar bent his head and took a step back. He stopped talking, not even looking at Jessica. But the momentum on his body that can fight at any time is gone, which shows that his mood is still very chaotic, and this encirclement has become useless.

Lancelot sighed slightly, his eyes pausing on Christine and Jessica, and finally fell on Asa.