Murphy glared fiercely at the guard, and turned away in his fawning and fear.

Since then, no one has harassed him again, at most he makes a few obscene gestures from afar, but he does not dare to come closer.

Phil also reduced the opportunity to go out, and only dared to come out to breathe in the fresh air of the mountains and forests when Lynn was present.

Because that day, behind Murphy, there was Lynn's figure.

In the hut, Lin brought water for Phil to wash off the blood on his face, and carefully combed his hair.

Phil rinsed his mouth several times, but he didn't completely dissolve the fishy smell in his mouth, but it lightened a lot.

"Thank you!" said Phil, thanking the little girl sincerely.

Lin just shook her head, her face hesitated, and she said after a while: "Uncle Murphy is Alexandra's own brother, he is not a bad person, don't hate him." ”

Phil was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

He didn't want to lie to the little girl, because even he didn't know how to answer, and his perception of Murphy was very complicated at the moment.

At the same time, I also understood why the little girl in front of me relied on how to maintain her innocence in such a chaotic place, in addition to trying to disguise herself.

From then on, whenever there was an opportunity to go out, Phil would always carefully and covertly observe his surroundings, looking for anything that could be used.

But it's so poor here that even a slightly intact piece of cloth will lead to a frantic scramble, how could it be his turn.

After searching for several days, I found a half-inch long black iron piece in a crack in a pyre, which looked like the fragments of a pot.

Even if it was used at the last moment, to cut off his own tools, Phil did not dislike it and quietly put it away.

Lynn silently watched Phil's movements, neither helping him, nor dissuading or denunciating.

Until one day, she helped Phil to a valley, and more than ten meters in front of her, there was a deep cliff.

The girl said quietly: "After each batch of children is sent here, they will always stay for a while, and when they have accumulated a certain number of people, there will be special people to come in and choose."

This time may be long and short, not necessarily, and sometimes there will be some slightly older children who will always try their best to escape.

But with the White Eagle in the sky, no matter how far they escape, they will be caught.

That man......

The man would call all the children together, break the limbs of the escapees in front of them, and throw them into the valley.

Those who were killed were lucky, and those who did not scream for hours on and off, the longest of which lasted all night, and then the sound of wild beasts gnawing bones.

That's my friend.

We've known each other for a month, but now I can't remember what she looks like.

I just remember that she always loves to laugh, and even if she is tied up, her face doesn't seem to be scared at all. ”

Phil glanced in the direction of the cliff again, as if he saw countless black shadows flying and hovering in the dark and gloomy valley, venting their resentment and unwillingness.

This is the first time Lynn has said so many things in one breath since they met.

He sighed, patted the little girl on the back, and said, "I won't run away, don't worry." ”

After that, he never left the house again, but relied on Lynn's eyes to know every move in the camp.

For example, people from a nearby village came to report the news, or a few people covered in scars and burned to the flesh were crying to Moody's.

The atmosphere in the camp was tense day by day, and people were talking.

Some say that the army of the Wardsmann Empire has driven over and has killed tens of thousands of people, and the black pine forests of the entire mountain range have been razed to the ground by fire.

Some said that the camp should be moved as soon as possible and escape from this land of right and wrong.

Others are dismissive, and do not seem to have the distant empire in their eyes, eager to meet the battle.

In short, there are different opinions, and people are panicking.

But the only thing that is the same is that no one, not even half a sentence, blames Moody, the leader of the White Eagle Bandits.

It can be seen how afraid of the white-haired man in their hearts.

Lin came less and less, and no longer pestered Phil to tell the story of the monkey and the white snake, and in addition to the still dirty little face, there was also a hidden fear and a hint of excitement.

Phil's eyes were always unconsciously looking at the scattered piles of firewood in the corner, where there were the tools he had prepared for his escape, very rudimentary, but the only thing he could find.

Although he had promised Lin that he would not run away, it was not a few days before he fell asleep again, which made him a little anxious.

Darkly, he had a feeling that if he hadn't escaped before he fell asleep, he might not have been able to wait for the day he would wake up again.

One afternoon, Phil had just finished a round of meditation when he heard the neighing of people outside several times louder than usual.

Phil didn't care to pretend to be lame, and leaned on the nailed wall, peering through the holes.

The camp was really chaotic, and everyone in sight was nervously packing their things.

The number of men was much smaller than before, and it was unknown where Moody had taken them, and the few who were left were wearing weapons.

The women were sorting through their supplies, dirty and tattered bedding, strangely shaped iron pots and kettles covered with black stains, rummaging through hidden food, and a mess of other things.

The younger children were crying hoarsely, and the older children were unhurriedly helping the woman clean up, and seemed to have long been used to it.

Even if those things are more like a pile of garbage in Phil's eyes, they are also the few possessions of this group of people.

Phil didn't know where all the money they had made after selling children had gone, and even Moody's room was crude and simple.

But that's not something he's going to worry about.

Grandpa's people should be nearby, Moody is leading people to meet the battle, no matter what the victory or defeat, the moment will come to decide his fate.

Phil took a small bundle of rope from the pyre and wrapped it around his waist little by little.

This is still the same rope that was tied to his neck before, because the person who took him out of the wind was also taken away by Moody and secretly hid by him, but fortunately, the people here didn't care.

And that piece of iron, black and gray, the edges were sharpened by him, at least cutting a person's neck was not a problem.

It's a pity that he didn't get the fire he wanted the most.

Just as Phil had just hidden his things on his body, there was a commotion at the camp gate.

Moody walked in the front with striking white hair, but there were not many people behind him, only two or three hundred scattered, and most of them were injured and in disarray.

Moodito is big, I originally thought that it would take those people half a month to find here, but I didn't expect it to be so fast.

Two days ago, Moody's received an alert from the neighboring stockades, and hastily organized four or five stockades with more than 2,000 people, hoping to repeat the old tricks and set up an ambush on the way of the other side.

Originally, he thought it was only the vanguard of 100 people, and he could easily eat it and then move calmly.

In this vast mountain, tens of thousands of troops of the Wild Lion Division were scattered, and they couldn't even see a single wave.

But he was careless.

The 100 people on the other side are not vanguards, nor scouts, but devils.

A full 100 elites above the first level of awakening easily chiseled through his formation, tore apart, and then broke each one.

The dense forests and shrubs that were supposed to protect them became the best helpers of this group of devils, and they used the cover of trees to pounce out from any unimaginable place, leaving a bloody trail in their wake.

The only two remaining siege crossbows were locked in after only one round of fire, and then they were easily destroyed.

One of the two crossbow bolts shot out of the way was hastily missed, but the other was blocked by a man of astonishing size with a huge shield.

The price he paid was a slight retreat under his feet and the need to replace a shield afterwards.

"Fortified Walls!" Moody glanced at it, and recognized it as the Wards' trump card skill for the Killings.

The rabble of several thousand was instantly routed, and fled backwards in a hurry, like fine sand in the hand, which could not be stopped.

Although Moody also has more than twenty Awakened in his hands, not all of them are suitable for fighting in battle formations.

In front of the opponent's equipment and skillful coordination armed to the teeth, it is effortlessly penetrated, dismembered, maimed, and then continued to penetrate.

The cycle repeateds, as precise and efficient as a machine, and the performance of those awakened people is not much stronger than that of ordinary people, and they become corpses and stumps all over the ground.

Especially two of them, two men with the same white hair as him, were also the only samurai on the other side who dared not wear helmets.