He was willing to believe Brad, although he hadn't had much contact, but the love hidden under the serious face couldn't be faked.

Intergenerational relatives, sometimes it's just so unreasonable.

All he needs to do now is to keep himself alive as much as he can, intact.

In the next two days, the treatment was much better, more bread, and a small piece of meat.

The foul language and naked gaze that surrounded them were gone.

Phil didn't know what "like meat" meant, whether it should be taken literally, but it wasn't a good word, and he didn't want to see it.

Moody didn't look for him again in the past two days, presumably without a decision.

But Phil couldn't care more, and he fainted very punctually.

In the past two years, with the passage of time and the continuous improvement of his physical fitness, the time he was in a coma became shorter and shorter.

According to normal rules, he would not have been in a coma for more than nine days.

Phil had a hunch that the day he would fully recover would be the day he would officially wake up, or vice versa.

Let's hope these perverts won't do something while he's delirious.

Just when Phil was living in a luxurious single room, eating, drinking, and having fun, there was a mountain hundreds of kilometers away from him.

The shattered cottage collapsed in the raging fire and disappeared into ashes.

In the billowing smoke, a tall and heavily armed army of armored soldiers, carrying a hundred and ten captives, converged along a rugged mountain road in a glade.

Two white-haired knights, sitting on a large rock, asked an old peasant-like man kneeling on the ground, "Where is their stockade?" and tell me everything you know, or else ......."

After saying that, with a wave of his arm, several armor soldiers who had been waiting for a long time next to him raised their broadswords and cut them down, and a row of three heads fell to the ground, and blood splashed in the air.

"Don't! I said, I'll say anything, don't kill again, they're still young. We are willing to be slaves, as long as you don't kill them again.

We are different from those people, although we are all mixed races, we are really farming, we don't rob, we don't kill people. The old peasant-like man knelt there, his huge forehead smashing against the stone, and he burst into tears.

"Farming? hehe, I hope so. Now let's say it, don't leave a word behind. ”

A quarter of an hour later, the two bald horsemen stood up, the one with slightly charred hair, and waved his hand back.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a sword slashing against bones and a mournful cry before death.

Soon, these screams, along with their masters, will be engulfed in the raging fire behind them.

In the end, all that was left was charred and blackened ashes, which became fertile ground for new life.

These two are the brothers Jones and Paul, who are in charge of finding Phil's traces.

Although it was a little wronged, it was a great shame for the two brothers to pass by the bandits and let Phil be robbed under their noses.

"This is the third one, there are all such stockades here, and if you pull them one by one, the speed will be too slow. Paul said to his brother.

Jones lit a cigarette on a nearby charred branch, the white smoke looming his face.

He replied, "If not, what better can you do?"

In this area, they are the mainstream, covering each other, mixed and circulating.

The White Eagle is them, they are all White Eagles, so they can tell the difference. ”

"But if you kill like this, these people will be in trouble if they are screwed together.

Moreover, this was originally a transition zone with the steppe wolf coars, and if you kill them all, there will be a gap in the defense line. Paul thought a little more.

"That's not what we need to think about, we only have one mission, which is to rescue Phil.

Besides, do you think you really killed it cleanly?

What Marquis Howard's Southerner didn't do hundreds of years ago, how could it be with just the two of us?

I wish they were together, so that the big fish would come to the surface of their own.

These hateful rats will always show their tails. Jones spat out the last cigarette butt and looked back before carrying his brother down the hill.

The younger brother Paul involuntarily glanced at the foot of the mountain on the other side, shook his head, and was pulled away by his brother.

Under the cover of the dense woods, several gray-clad and green-armored warriors hid in the shadows, sneaking a peek at the majestically clad soldiers.

From time to time, some people even sighed in admiration, and they couldn't tell whether they were envious or jealous of the weapons and armor of these soldiers.

"Don't look at it, hurry up and rest, they will soon be pulling out the camp and moving. The strong man at the head moved his stiff limbs.

A few days of rapid marching, even just following behind these soldiers, made them suffer enough.

If it weren't for the mark left by the other party intentionally or unintentionally, I'm afraid it would have been lost on the first day.

"Your Excellency, did you think they had discovered us?" asked one of the young warriors.

The strong man at the head smiled bitterly: "What is there to doubt about this. I had a face-to-face with their brother, and although my status doesn't count as a to them, there should still be a little bit of incense. After all, it's all about a common goal. ”

The strong man at the head is none other than Hampton Stewart, the lord of Fallen Horse Town.

There are vast mountains and many streams, and in this area of three things, if you only rely on them, where can you find the lair of the famous White Eagle Thieves.

Even if they find it, with their strength, how can they get someone.

It's nothing more than a little more fertilizer for this land.

In desperation, Hampton could only come up with this stupid idea.

Quietly followed the twin brothers along the way, hoping that at the critical moment, they could make a difference, even if it was just waving the flag and shouting to report the news, it could be regarded as a meritorious service.

Otherwise, Duke Yu, as the lord and magistrate of Luoma Town, he would not be able to explain to Count Brad.

Yu Private, as Anna's father and Demi's husband, what kind of face does he have to face their complaining eyes.

"Don't look at it, clean it up, and keep up. This time I was thrown off again, and I even lost my face. An old samurai about the same grade as the Hamptons urged, his name was Punk, and he was the team's deputy for the operation.

Hampton knew that this task was arduous, and even the few people in front of him were not sure whether they could go back, including himself.

Before leaving, the children were selected to be adults, or there were no family affairs to drag down the security guards, and before they came, they all gave enough benefits, or it was more appropriate to buy life money.

As for strength, except for Punk, who is also a first-level awakening like him, the others are just retired soldiers and ordinary people.

Hampton seemed to see some emotion among several of his subordinates, and explained, "Those are the elite of the internal guards of the Mad Lion Division.

Don't think that they are just well-armed and well-armed, those hundred people, each of them is at least a first-level awakening, and they have survived in the battle array for more than ten years, the elite of the elite.

The captain of the team is a strong person who has awakened at the second level.

A set of armor and weapons on their bodies, worth at least 100 blue cards.

So there's no need to be discouraged. ”

"Shhhh

Deep in the mountains, in the camp of the White Eagle Thieves, the white-haired Moody was sitting opposite a bald man drinking.

Unlike the dirty and sloppy Moody, the bald man was well-dressed, and every part of his body was clean and tidy, not even a trace of dirt could be seen in the cracks of his nails.

At this moment, he was sitting in a chair with disgust, his ass only on the side, and he seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the dirty environment around him, even the drinking glass was brought by himself.

"You know how much trouble you got into and cut off Brad's youngest son's arm, that's revenge, but why kidnap his grandson?" the bald man yelled at Moody.

"Why, our honorable Lord Battier is scared?" Moody didn't seem to care about the other party's attitude, still munching on half-cooked barbecue and gulping down wine.

"Afraid?" the bald man jumped up from his chair as if he had been stepped on his tail, and splashed Moody's face with the wine in his glass.

The bright red wine stained Moody's pale hair in a patchy glow, making it even more disgusting.

"Do you know that the lord does not allow you to stir up trouble, so be more restrained.

Moreover, in less than ten days, eight villages have been razed to the ground, and the wildfires have burned the sky red.

It's only a matter of time before I find you here. The bald man said angrily.

Moody wiped a handful of the wine from his face, put it in his mouth and licked it, and the bald man was so disgusted that he almost vomited.