The Templar slashes at the elemental with a single sword. In normal times, such an elemental creature would not pose any threat to him. But now the movement is not much faster than the turtle, although the sword in his hand can be wielded, but the sword that lacks fighting spirit and speed can't cause much damage to the elemental giants at all.

The sword sent out a few sporadic sparks that slashed through the fire elemental's body. The fire elemental only paused slightly, and his tall body embraced the Templar in his arms as if he were hugging a lover.

Such a hug was absolutely genuinely warm, and the fire elemental was able to carry the Templar into his body with all his might. Only the Templar's limbs could be seen spasming in the red-yellow flames, and his frustrated screams could be heard in the gravity-squeezed air.

Another Templar who was closer tried to come closer, but the lightning from the Minotaur Priest's wand knocked him to the ground once again, and even if the lightning spell did not do any effective damage to the Templars, it was not difficult to stop them.

The rest of the Templars let out a loud roar in unison, their eyes bloodshot and almost mad. But even if they go berserk, it doesn't work, such tactics are almost designed to deal with them in this gravitational field.

As the screams wore out, the charred body of the Templar fell from the fire elemental's embrace, which continued to float towards the other Templars.

The Templars were in a state of exhaustion, and the Minotaur Priests were not at ease, and beads of bean-sized sweat from the Minotaurs were oozing non-stop. The gravitational field didn't actually last long, maybe only a few minutes or so, and according to the plan, he would definitely be able to slaughter all these Templars. However, because of the reinforcements of the Black Elves, the most powerful Flame Bomb and Thunder Bomb Scroll have been consumed, and it has been delayed for a lot of time.

Although it is possible to use the fire element alone in this way, it is undoubtedly much less efficient. As soon as the gravitational field fails, the Templar Knights don't have to think about how they will react, so the Minotaur Priest is also nervous. Not even easier than the Templars. However, he didn't dare to send the two fire elements forward together, although the lethality of the light archery technique was not large, but it could be fatal if it was hit many times in a row.

The one who is killed is nervous and angry, but the one who kills is more nervous than the one who is killed. The rocks were flying and bloody, and a strange scene appeared in the cavern.

At this moment, three black shadows that fell from the sky suddenly fell directly from above. There was a loud bang, and both the Templar and the Bull-headed Priest were stunned.

Above is the rock wall of the cave, and the rocks have been falling under the effect of the gravitational field. But these three dark shadows are not rocks, but people. Except for one of them, his body slowed down before he landed, as if it was the effect of the feather fall technique, and the other two slammed into the rocky ground, making a loud noise, and two huge craters were actually smashed out of the rocky ground by these two.

These are two men who are almost completely **, one tall and muscular. The muscles were so strong and wide that they looked like a muscular fortress, and even the taller Minotaur warriors didn't look as powerful as he looked. The other one was much thinner in comparison, but only in comparison, and this one should be a perfect young man in terms of body bones and muscle shape.

It's just that the two men were supposed to be perfectly shaped, but now they are completely distorted. Falling from such a height in such a gravitational environment. Even an iron statue will be completely deformed, let alone **. Now their hands and feet were twisted in strange ways, and bones were protruding from the broken limbs, and the tendons were pulling open, and the skins were torn open, and the belly of the skinny young man had been torn open by the rocks, and some of his intestines were leaking out.

But the two men didn't seem to think it was a big deal, and they neatly straightened their twisted bones, pressed the deformed muscles back into their bodies, and then stood up again. The movements are as skilful as the most seasoned craftsman fiddling with his tools.

Instead of red blood, black viscous liquid oozed from their wounds, emitting a strange smell that even beclaimed the scorching and bloody smell that had filled the cavern. Moreover, the liquid that had originally oothed out of the body surface was sucked back from the wounds by the bodies of these two people, and the ruptured wounds recovered. To have such a move and such an ability, these two cannot be said to be human beings in any case.

But neither of these two strange men attracted everyone's attention, neither the Templar nor the Bull-Headed Priest was attracted to the other.

This is the man who used the feather fall technique when he fell, and from this point of view he should be a living person, with a pitch-black knife and two pockets hanging diagonally from his waist.

The Templars exclaimed in surprise at the sight of his face. Lancelot's face turned pale and his pupils shrank.

The man ignored Lancelot and the Templars, and instead walked straight towards the black dragon, who had completely collapsed there.

The white light of fighting energy lit up on his body, and every step he took was a loud bang, and the rocks flew one after another. Even in this gravitational field, his movements were not too slow, and it was only a few steps before he walked in front of Moriel's massive body. He raised his hand and pressed it against the dying Moriel, and a white magical light flashed across the black dragon's body.

If the man's actions before had only surprised everyone, then his next actions had frightened everyone, and they were terrified.

"What are you doing? stop?" the Templar and the Minotaur both roared in utter surprise and panic.

After a layer of white light, the huge wound on Moriel's shoulder had opened and slowly stopped bleeding and closed, although the magnitude of the closure was insignificant compared to the huge wound, but it was indeed a healing effect. There is no need to explain what this man is going to do.

It's not just white magic, it's at least bishop-level white magic restoration.

Morriel had been lying there for a long time, motionless, silent. Even though she wasn't quite dead, she was nothing more than a corpse in the minds of the Templars and Minotaur priests. But the white magic emitted by this man undoubtedly corrected the concept in their hearts, no matter how advanced the white magic is, it is useless to corpses, Moriel is still alive.

Then the man took another deep breath, and a layer of green light resurfaced on Moriel's body. The green light and the fluctuating chapters of white magic did not exclude each other, but merged together and immersed the dragon's body, and the recovery speed of the wound on Moriel's shoulder suddenly accelerated, and even everyone could hear a slight gasp coming from the dragon's mouth.

The Templars, the bull-headed priests outside the cavern, they heard the gasp, and it seemed to spray on their hearts, and they felt as if the blood and nerves all over their bodies were burned by the dragon's breath. It was a sign of being alive and proven, of awakening and recovery.

And the magic fluctuations in this man's hand did not stop there, but continued to send them towards the dragon's body in an endless stream. The man didn't just seem to want to save Moriel's life, he seemed to want to heal her directly.

This must not be allowed, no matter who it is. The fire elemental that had already floated to the side of the Templar suddenly turned and rushed towards the man, and even the fire elemental who had been protecting the bull-headed priest also rushed out, and the magic wand in the bull-headed priest's hand also burst out with a bolt of lightning and struck the man.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, all the Templars, including the fallen Wellskai, took action, but the target of these light archery techniques was no longer the bull-headed priest outside the cave, but the man next to the black dragon.

The only person who can appear at this time and do such a thing is Asa.

The fusion of the divine grace of white magic and the restoration of natural magic surged into the black dragon's body with the already prosperous mana in Asa's body, healing the huge wound caused by the Holy Light Cross Sword. He felt the dying life in the black dragon's body, and finally reconnected under his own magic.

Asa felt the attack from behind, he didn't dodge and retreated, and let the Templar Knight's light arrow technique shine on his body, and the white fighting energy light instantly swelled, and he hardly withstood these three light arrows. He didn't move, his hands still on Moriel's giant body, and the mana was sending out in a steady stream. Along with Light Archery, he was also hit by the Bull-Headed Priest's lightning spell. But in front of his fully open fighting spirit, this mid-polar spell had no effect.

The red flame giant had already floated behind them at this time, and the agility of such an elemental giant in this gravity field was absolutely unmatched. Asa didn't move, allowing the Flame Giant to wrap itself in it with open arms.

The healing spell wasn't complete yet, and he couldn't move yet. Moriel's vitality had actually been exhausted to the extreme, and if it weren't for the huge vitality of the dragon itself, it would have been extremely powerful, and it would have been impossible to last at this time.

The body of the Elemental Giant is the purest elemental power in the Fire Elemental Realm City, and although it is not as hot as the extreme heat after being condensed to the extreme like the Fire Threat, it is not a problem to melt ordinary steel. Even top-level protection like the Radiant Battle Armor couldn't protect the Templar Knight just now, and Asa was still wearing his upper body.