I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Just as Alvin was about to be at his wit's end, a red light suddenly flashed beside him.

A red figure rushed up, put his hands against the werewolf's palms, and then they held each other's hands and remained motionless, as if wrestling with the werewolf.

Alvin covered his wound and cast a powerful healing spell on himself to stabilize his injury. He looked up and found that it was Akali Tazza who came.

She was like an angry little beast. Seeing Alvin being beaten by the werewolf and flying away bleeding, she became furious and wrestled with the ferocious werewolf.

The werewolf was still able to howl angrily at first, but soon found that he was at a disadvantage and was gradually forced to his knees by Akalitraza's claws.

Fire seemed to be spewing from Akali's eyes. Her small body burst out with enormous strength. She pulled the werewolf up from the ground and lifted it above her head. She threw the werewolf Anna out like a discus. The werewolf smashed through the wall and fell down.

But the werewolf also showed his ferocious face. He lay there struggling to get up, but fell down again after trying several times.

Its claws were trembling and could no longer support its huge body. It was obvious that the fall just now had caused its internal organs to burst, and blood was constantly gushing out of the wolf's mouth.

Akalitra slowly walked towards the werewolf, exerting a huge pressure and making an uru uru roar in her throat.

She slowly walked over to the werewolf.

The werewolf was no longer ferocious at this time. His eyes showed an expression of fear and he curled up tightly into a ball.

Akalitassa raised her hand and was about to attack the werewolf when Gray suddenly struggled to rush over from the side and pounced on the werewolf, shouting, "Please let Anna go. She is rational and can be communicated with. She didn't attack me yesterday. Please give her a chance."

But Akalitasa ignored him and reached out to pull Gray.

"Akali, stop!"

Akalitra looked back and saw that Alvin was already treating Lord Silvalene who had fallen to the side. It seemed that the problem was no longer serious, so she stopped.

But the werewolf was still lying on the ground with its teeth bared and growling, and Gray hugged the werewolf while crying.

"Anna, it's me. Everything is over. You can rest assured. No one will hurt us. Don't worry."

The werewolf didn't seem to understand what Gray said. He bit Gray's shoulder and blood flowed out from between his teeth.

But Gray seemed not to feel anything and continued to comfort Anna.

Slowly, werewolf Anna's eyes became clear and she began to cry.

The werewolf made a sound from her mouth, as if calling her husband's name, but she couldn't pronounce it accurately, and just kept shedding tears.

Grey saw that Anna had regained her senses and slowly gave the werewolf a long kiss.

Gradually, the restless werewolf calmed down. As time passed, the werewolf became smaller, its claws turned into hands, and its hair slowly disappeared. Finally, it turned back into a human form and kissed Gray.

The two cried with joy, but Anna coughed violently several times and vomited a lot of blood.

"Anna, Anna, how are you?"

Gray was anxious and spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been hit hard by the fall just now.

"Gray, where are you?"

Anna clutched her husband's hand, her eyes wide.

"I'm so cold. Why is it so dark? Are we going to die? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's all because of me in the end."

"It's not your fault, Anna. It's not your fault. I should have believed you. Woo woo woo."

Gray saw that Anna had lost her sight, and he held his wife's head and wailed heartbreakingly.

The two hugged each other and cried, coughing up more and more blood.

If no help is given, I'm afraid this pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks will soon die together.

But the small town of Sepulcher didn't even have a church, and Lord Silvarion was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Suddenly, gentle golden light fell all around, as if the dawn was breaking, spreading all over the earth.

Hymns descended from the sky, and the melodious melody echoed in the air, like hymns from heaven.

Gray and Anna felt a warm power rising from the ground. This warm power flowed into their bodies from the earth, as if every cell was wrapped in warm light.

There was no part of my body that was uncomfortable or warm, as if all the pain and fatigue had been dispelled.

Lord Silverlaine looked back and opened his mouth in surprise!

He found that Alvin had his hands open, his eyes closed, a dazzling golden light emanating from his body, and was slowly floating in the air.

He chanted an indescribable spell in a low and solemn voice, as if he was talking to the gods.

His figure appeared sacred and inviolable in the golden light, like an angel descended to earth.

It turned out that Alvin saw that the two were in a critical situation, so he hurriedly selected the skill icon "Healing Prayer" from his mind.

This skill can heal the injuries of five companions around at once, and is a very powerful healing technique.

As the spell was chanted, the golden light became brighter and brighter, as if the sun's light was spreading across the earth.

There are countless tiny spots of light mixed in the light, like stars twinkling in the sky, or like countless fireflies dancing in the night sky.

These light spots slowly descended and gently covered Gray and Anna.

The two of them only felt a warm force coming from all directions and enveloping their bodies.

That power seemed to have life, gently soothing their wounds and dispelling all pain and fatigue.

Gray and Anna's faces gradually regained color, and the pain and fatigue in their eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of calmness and tranquility.

They felt the strength in their bodies slowly recovering, as if a new vitality was surging through them, repairing the wounds in their bodies.

Alvin's spell gradually stopped and the golden light gradually dissipated.

But Alvin was no longer able to hold on. This spell was very powerful, but the price was an extreme consumption of magic power. Alvin frowned, beads of sweat the size of beans poured out of his forehead, and his face was pale. This was the backlash of the exhaustion of magic power.

He fell from the air to the ground and hit the ground hard.

A flash of red light passed by, and Alvin had fallen down, but he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he was caught steadily in Akalitassa's arms.

It turned out that she was surprised by the warm feeling of the sacred energy of the healing prayer entering her body, and suddenly she found that Alvin had fallen from mid-air. She ran over hurriedly, but it was too late, so she slid and caught Alvin in her arms.

"Mr. Priest!"

Lord Silverlaine also rushed over, threw himself beside Alvin, and asked anxiously, "How are you? What happened to you?"

"It doesn't matter,"

Alvin slowly opened his eyes.

"It's the backlash of running out of mana, wow!"

After saying that, he tilted his head and vomited out all the food he had eaten at noon. At this time, he just felt dizzy.

"Mana exhausted? Is there anything I can do?" Lord Silvalene asked anxiously.

"You must not be in any danger. I now completely believe those rumors. You are not causing a miracle, you are the miracle yourself! Mr. Priest, please tell me what I can do, what I must do for you!"