Hampton yelled and took a half-step back.

Secretly in his heart, he slashed upwards diagonally, taking advantage of Moody's dodge, he took two steps back in a row again, leaving the opponent's attack distance.

He felt it silently, it shouldn't have hurt his viscera, but the severe pain and broken muscles had begun to lose his strength.

The massive loss of blood made his physical strength drop sharply, and his breathing became short, and he was anxious to listen to the nearer and closer Mingdi in his ears, and there were some complaints.

Hampton himself knew that he was no match for Moody, and that each of these half-breed mongrels who had been walking between life and death for many years was an outlaw with superb combat skills, and he had been able to hold on to it until now.

If you continue to fight, you may die.

He looked at the two children over there, a little boy and a little girl, their little hands clasped nervously.

Supporting each other, they were looking at him expectantly, the only hope they had in front of them.

At this moment, Hampton seemed to see Anna, as if the little hand that was holding with the little fat man was Anna's.

Hampton gritted his teeth, clenched the broadsword in his hand, and slammed into Moody again with a loud roar.

No one took advantage of this hard-fought battle, and Moody took three steps back, just as he was caught up in his men's warband, and he was hit a few times.

Hampton was slashed again, and his strong body fell to the ground, but he was unable to support himself, and could only crawl a little bit, trying to continue to stand in front of Phil.

The broadsword in his hand was already covered with large and small jagged openings, broken in half.

His chest was even more blurry, and his chest armor had been shattered into several pieces by the upside-down broadsword, and it fell down, revealing the hideous wound inside, from his left shoulder to his right lower abdomen, the flesh rolled up.

Bright blood gushed from the wound, almost staining Hampton into a bloody man.

Feeling the dull pain in his chest and abdomen and the sweetness of his throat and eyes, Hampton knew that this time he really hurt his internal organs, and he was afraid that he really couldn't go back.

Alas, that's fine.

He then ignored his injuries and just tried his best to spread his body and clutch the only remaining half-truncated sword to keep Phil in his back.

The chirping was closer, but Hampton knew it was too late.

He turned his back to Phil, fighting his spirits, panting for breath as he endured the vertigo caused by the bouts of blood loss.

His voice hoarse said, "Jump off!" ...... later"

Then, he struggled to his knees, threw his broken sword at Moody, and then lunged on him and hugged his opponent's body.

No matter how ferocious Moody slammed and slashed, even if he blurred Hampton's back, he couldn't break free from his big rough hands like bear paws.

Phil looked at the bandits who were coming around, took Lynn's small hand, jumped forward, and disappeared under the dark cliff.

Puff, puff, with the splashing water, I can't see it anymore.

In desperation, Moody snapped Hampton's tightly clasped fingers and shook him off, only to find that the mighty Khan had long since died of exhaustion.

I don't know if it's an illusion, only the corners of the mouth covered with blood show a faint smile.

A minute later, the twin brothers, who were a step late again, came to this cliff.

Moody was still staring at the bottom of the cliff, as if there was a beautiful picture there, and he didn't care about the enemies that were gathering together.

The screams of his men rang out in his ears, and the fallen figures were reflected in his dark red eyes, but he didn't look up at all, as if those people had nothing to do with him.

Finally, when the screams around it had completely stopped, even the white eagle, having lost one of its steel claws, struggled to fly back into the air and let out two terrible eagle cries to escape from the terrible steel monsters.

Moody picked up Hampton's severed tip of the sword, put it in his arms, and looked up at his twin brother, who was also white-haired.

Having already inquired about what had happened from the last remaining Hampton henchmen, the two brothers were full of resentment and were looking for someone to vent.

It's a pity that the Ward men are kings on land, and when they get to the water, they become bulky scales, and with heavy armor, they can't be rescued for a while.

Jones had no choice but to order his men to pursue the shore, and then he and Paul stood in front of Moody.

"Fate, look at your white hair, how familiar it is, maybe you are also the children of the Levinson family?" Moody said with a smirk, climbing the friendship, but the expression on his face was not sincere at all.

......The two brothers didn't pay attention to it at all, but both drew their swords.

Interestingly, the sword used by the brothers was not the broadsword or greatsword used by the Ward clan, but a thin sword no more than 1.3 meters long and no more than two fingers wide.

"Ah, two people together, it's not fair. Moody scoffed.

“......”

Two minutes later, Moody collapsed into the weeds on the ground, thick blood flowing beneath him, inadvertently merging with Hampton's blood.

There are countless small wounds on the body, but the fatal part is two parallel cuts on the left and right on the neck.

The blood that was about to drain made his already very pale face even paler, and his dark red eyes also dimmed a little.

It's just that until he loses the last glimmer of brilliance, he still persistently looks at the far north behind the mountains.

Not to mention the chagrin and remorse of the two brothers, or the monstrous anger that awaits them, Brad.

In the distance of this tributary below the cliff, two small beings are floating in the rolling water, struggling with their might.

It was already dark, and in the deserted mountains, I couldn't see my fingers, and I couldn't tell where the shore was, and I couldn't swim over.

Phil choked on countless saliva before adjusting his posture, holding Lynn who had passed out in his arms, and wrapping his right hand around her head to prevent him from drowning.

Passive praying that the turbulent waters would not sweep them too far away, getting farther and farther away from the people who saved him.

The water was cold, but Phil's heart was hot, so hot that he wanted to go crazy.

He shouted and screamed loudly, both wanting to be heard, and venting his mania and pain in his heart.

Hampton's last words still echoed in his ears.

"Jump! boy. ”

"You'll be Anna's knight from now on. Promise me to protect her. ”

"Tell her that Daddy will always be with her. ”

In the town of Fallen Horse, Hampton presents the image in front of him, always hypocritical, greedy, snobbish, slippery, and a little hardworking and intelligent, very complex, but very simple ordinary man.

He may be a good town lord, or a good father, but it doesn't fit any of Phil's hopes and fantasies about heroes.

But today, in just ten minutes, Hampton gave him two vivid lessons, explaining for him that an ordinary man can also be a hero.

The first lesson was his persistence in following thousands of miles and his wisdom in looking at the terrain.

At that time, for the desperate Fin, his figure was tantamount to a divine soldier falling from the sky.

Without him, Phil would have been caught long ago.

In the second lesson, Hampton knew that he was old and weak, and he knew that his skills were not as good as others, but he resolutely rushed forward.

Obviously he was seriously injured and dying, and the blood was pouring out, but he still used his broad chest to block in front of him.

Three times, three times, Phil counted.

Every time, it was so resolute, and every time, he faced the enemy head-on, as if he disdained to leave his back to the enemy.

This time, he was no longer the middle-aged lord who was dressed appropriately and talked eloquently at the Fisherfire Festival dinner.

This is a Ward man, a veteran, a bloody and heroic man who melts into the bone marrow.

Phil's eyes were filled with hot liquid, burning his face and heart, and he shouted, "Fool, Hampton, you're a fool, you're a fool!"

"Why come here!"

"Why don't you get out of the way! ”

"It's just a dereliction of duty, will it be more important than life?"

"Isn't it good to go home and be a rich man? Isn't it good to grow up with Anna?"

"Is it worth it? Hampton, you're just a greedy and lustful little lord, what kind of hero are you?"

"Is it worth it?"

“......”

Phil was tired of shouting and crying, but the sound of the water around him drowned out his shouting, and no one answered his question.

In the dark mountains and forests, the river flows into the distance with two small figures.

Wadersmann Empire, Gaokan City, Castle of the Wild Lion.

The bedroom on the third floor was specially redecorated by Jane for Matthew and Catherine, and the window is facing the conservatory below, through the glass, you can see countless bright flowers.