Moody knew that they were two powerhouses like him, who had awakened above level three.

Even the third-level awakened people are strong and weak, because with only one face, he was shot through the arm by the other party.

If it weren't for his extremely quick reaction and pushing one of his subordinates in front of him, the one who was hit by the arrow would probably not be his arm, but his chest.

In the first round of confrontation, the two brothers won completely.

After Moody left a few hundred people behind, he hurriedly wrapped up his wounds and returned to the camp.

Because he wants to find someone to settle accounts, that insidious and cunning imp.

After thinking about it, he didn't realize that something was wrong, and the only flaw he could think of was the last letter.

It was after that that the demons, who had been spinning like headless flies, adjusted their direction and pounced straight at their place.

It must have been him, the little imp, who deceived him in a way he couldn't understand.

Moody hated these people who were always on top of the curve and boasted of being noble-blooded, who were in cahoots with the Temple and murderous people.

It is said that Mother Earth God is kind and loving, but for thousands of years, who has done something for the people of this land.

Their children will always be thieves, robbers, and smugglers, and even ordinary farmers are extravagant hopes.

For the blood that flows in their bodies is their original sin, a curse, like those stockades that have vanished in the midst of a raging fire, like those who have wailed in pain in the sickness of their blood, and finally described as withered.

It's a pity that the medicinal materials in exchange have just been sent out through secret channels, and it will be more than a month before they can reach her daughter's hands.

I don't know if he still has the opportunity to see the success of the ritual with his own eyes and get rid of the reincarnation of fate.

"Slow down the offensive, don't push too hard, the little boy is still in their hands, to prevent that old thing from jumping off the wall in a hurry. It's a pity that that arrow didn't kill him, otherwise it would have saved effort. Jones put down the binoculars in his hand and commanded his subordinates.

He and Paul were also a little angry, and the encounter was a complete accident.

After locating their approximate location, they hibernated nearby, waiting for the arrival of the army.

Although these 100 elite internal guards have superior combat strength, their number is too small to surround the entire mountain forest.

Originally, he wanted to wait for the arrival of the earl's army, even if there were only a thousand pioneers, he was confident that not a single fly would fly out.

Although they have been careful to guard against the opponent's Awakened One, the opponent's ability to manipulate animals is too small to be guarded against.

They were still discovered, and in a hurry, they could only passively face the battle.

Fortunately, the outstanding combat power guaranteed brilliant results.

In addition to the five who were wounded some time ago, the only soldier who was injured in this battle was smashed by the rolling stone and broke his toes.

"It's up to them to make any conditions, and I hope the Earl's army will arrive soon. Brother Paul said.

Jones spat at his feet and said, "It's going to take at least three days, suspend the offensive, clean up the battlefield, and we'll spend it with them."

Let Mark and his team change into the clothes of the dead, and see if they can take advantage of the chaos to get in and rescue the little boy. ”

Not to mention the depression in the hearts of the two brothers, Phil hid behind the door, waiting for his fate.

Originally, he thought that his grandfather's people would sneak into the camp first, find out their location, and then act cautiously.

But now it seems that he is thinking too much.

This kind of delicate work has never been good for the brave Wardersmann soldiers.

I don't know if there is such a thing as rescuing hostages in the daily training subjects of their special forces.

But thinking about the ruthlessness and "brilliant" results in the face of kidnappers in a certain northern country in his previous life, Phil's heart is a little bitter, because the style is really similar.

Moody kicked open the broken gate, grabbed Phil by the back of the neck, and carried Phil to the gate of the camp like a piece of bacon, and swayed it in the wind.

Although the long white blonde hair was covered with gray stains, it was still very conspicuous in the sun.

Seeing this, the soldiers slowly retreated, leaving a hundred and ten meters long open space in front of the walled gate.

Moody seemed enraged and slammed the axe on Phil's lower abdomen.

The little fat man suddenly bowed his little body, vomited violently, and then coughed incessantly, and spilled himself with sour gastric juice mixed with green bile.

In the distance, Paul almost rushed up, but was stopped by his brother Jones in time.

Paul struggled twice, but Jones's big hand was strong, and he shook his head at Paul, who could only stomp his foot in resentment, and turned away from looking in the direction of the gate.

In the second round of confrontation, the two brothers were defeated.

Phil was tossed to the ground, curled up in his body, his stomach twitching from the spasms and his teeth stained red.

"Tam, you lead people to guard the front door, prepare fire oil, bows and arrows and stones are useless to them. ”

"Buck, you take someone to the back door to see if there is any shadow of them on the path, and be ready to evacuate at any time. ”

"Hang this little imp up, pile straw underneath it, douse it with oil, he is now our talisman. ”

Buck asked tentatively, "Commander, do you want the women and children to withdraw first?"

Moody whipped him hard and scolded, "The old rule, drive women and children to the front and give them weapons." The others gathered in the back, waiting for my orders. ”

Several people were ordered to leave, and Phil was firmly tied and hung in front of the door of Moody's house.

Night was about to fall, and the cries of women and children rang out, and Phil, who had been hanging for more than an hour, could no longer feel his hands, only a cold numbness.

By the light of the fire, he vaguely saw Lynn's figure.

The skinny girl was cowering in the corner with a short dagger in her hand.

There was a flickering fire in his dark eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking, until he was pulled away by the woman named Alexandra and disappeared into the back of the house.

Before leaving, Lynn glanced back in Phil's direction.

Night fell completely, and the women and children huddled together in the open space behind the camp gates.

But no longer crying, seems to have gotten used to such things.

Only a few occasional infant cries complained of hunger in the womb.

Phil was also hungry, and the appetite of a ten-year-old boy was always hungry, and the blow of the afternoon still ached faintly, but it did not dampen his exuberant appetite.

At this time, no one will care about his feelings, in the eyes of these people, this little ghost will be a dead man sooner or later, why waste food again.

Just when Phil was not hopeful, Lynn's thin figure appeared, like an angel in the dark.

She put down the basket in her hand, took out a piece of half-cooked meat from it, tore it into small strips, and stuffed it into Phil's mouth.

Phil agitated his gums, cutting and grinding the coarsely fibrous strips of flesh before swallowing them into an empty stomach.

The piece of meat was small, and it was wiped out by Phil in just a few bites, and he didn't seem to be satisfied, not paying attention to the longing that flashed in Lynn's eyes, which seemed to be her ration for tonight.

Lynn came up again and fed a few mouthfuls of water, but Phil was alert to find that something had been stuffed into his arms, some hard, some cold.

Then Lynn departed, as quietly as she had come.

The two of them didn't say a word during the whole process, only the occasional exchange of eyes, and even the people around them didn't care.

Just when Phil thought that the night would be spent like this, there was a burst of fire from the direction of the gate of the camp, and countless rockets illuminated the open space in front of the gate, and occasionally a few shot into the door, causing a commotion.

The bandits on the gate of the village were all running around, shouting something as they ran.

At the same time, Phil keenly noticed that in the jungle to the southeast, several figures had sneaked into the camp by taking advantage of the chaos.

The same rags, the same dirty faces, but from the fact that they had to bend over to walk to hide their tall size, and their slow but alert steps, Phil was sure it was his grandfather's man.

Phil stared at the group, but didn't dare to shout.

These people were still far away, and before they could get closer, they would probably be lit into a blinding torch.

He was waiting for these people to approach, after all, he was hanging here, and it was still very eye-catching.

400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters, the distance is getting closer little by little, as long as it reaches 100 meters, Phil thinks that his safety can be guaranteed.

But unfortunately, it's a woman who's bad, and ironically, who looks like a Ward woman.

She seemed to know all the people in the stockade, especially the men, but these stout men had never patronized her, otherwise she would have remembered.