A terrible eagle's cry resounded through the sky, and people couldn't help but shiver in this dark wood.

Phil looked up and saw through the gap between the trees a huge white eagle soaring above their heads, constantly drawing a figure of eight to indicate the direction of Moody behind them.

"It's the white eagle that the man raised. Lynn was short of breath and didn't forget to remind her.

But what's the use of knowing, the White Eagle Thieves seem to use that White Eagle as a scout, which is logical.

The two little ones fled more and more in a hurry, and Phil had not healed his leg injury after all, and his feet were weak, and even Lin fell to the ground together.

Before they could get up, a majestic figure appeared in front of them.

It's over, that's Phil's only thought at the moment.

Fate was so tricky that Phil originally thought that he would not escape his fate.

When he looked desperately, he realized that the person in front of him was someone he could never have imagined, an old man of his.

The dark green armor is also decorated with intricate patterns, and the style of the armor looks a little old, but it is very well maintained.

The broad, broad, face, which had been pampered for many years, looked a little haggard, the chin was full of mottled and dirty beards, and a pair of large calloused hands were hugging Phil, constantly looking.

Phil was stunned, he didn't expect to see Anna's father, Lord Hampton Stewart, miraculously appear on his way to escape in the depths of the jungle hundreds of kilometers away from his hometown.

Hampton rubbed Phil's little face, and without any nonsense, he picked up the two children and ran down the hill as fast as he could.

"You guys, set up an ambush to stop the enemy, set off fireworks. He shouted.

A few big men appeared next to him, and they took advantage of the situation to fiddle with the hunter's usual tricks on the ground, some small traps.

Although it can't hurt the enemy, it can be used to hinder the opponent's speed, and it can't be better.

A spark of smoke shot into the sky, exploding into sparks in mid-air.

Soon, a whistle sounded in the distance, as if in response to them.

Phil looked carefully, and several of them looked familiar, and they had seen them in the security team of Lok Ma Town, but they didn't give him time to say hello.

The arrivals split into two teams, with a few of the team's vice-punks staying where they were, while the others covered Hampton's downward flight.

Hampton explained to Phil as he ran, "Your grandfather's men are too small, and the blockade is too scattered. I looked at this mountain, and I stayed here, but I didn't expect to really run into you. Great, kid, you can finally go home. ”

Homecoming, what a beautiful word, how many times it appeared in Phil's dreams, but now it felt so unreal to him.

"Is my dad okay, how is Edward?" he asked quickly.

"Edward survived, although he might drink less in the future, and you don't always have to let Anna steal my wine. Hampton seemed excited to find Phil first, and made a joke. "Your dad is also very good, you can see them when you get home, Anna is waiting for you. ”

Hearing that his father and Edward were okay, Phil's heart, which had been hanging, fell back into his chest.

Before the two of them could finish greeting, an explosion suddenly sounded in the sky, and a white shadow cut through the canopy and fell from the sky.

After landing, the giant eagle looked even larger, with its wings spread out, and it was more than six meters wide.

Hampton only had time to block Phil with his arm when the three of them were knocked over by a huge force.

The giant eagle stretched out its steel-like talons to Fair, and before he could catch it, Hampton grabbed his wings and slammed them into the trunk of the tree.

Countless dead leaves were smashed and drooped, and the giant eagle rolled on the ground, hissing in pain, and pounced on Hampton again.

A man and an eagle wrestled with each other and rolled down the hillside, crushing countless shrubs along the way, leaving only bloody trails and white feathers.

There was a roar of rage from above, followed by a few screams, whether it was the punk trap that worked, or if it was injured by the pursuing enemy.

Hampton rolled over, a little embarrassed, but he avoided the eagle's sharp beak hook, leaving only a deep groove in the heavy armor.

The whistle in the distance was getting closer and closer, and Moody was in a hurry, regardless of the punk and others beside him, he shot straight down, and came behind Phil in a few steps.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, Hampton kicked the eagle away again, drew his broadsword, and blocked Moody's head-on.

"Bang!"

The loud crash was like a shockwave, bouncing the two men in the center apart.

Moody only took a few steps back, and Hampton rolled and smashed into the trunk of the tree behind him, his eyes blackened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he could only rely on the support of his broadsword to barely stand up.

The strength of the enemy and the enemy is extremely obvious.

Moody continued to grab at Phil, and as long as he controlled the imp, he controlled the initiative.

But Hampton clearly wouldn't let him get his wish, still wielding his broadsword, desperately blocking the way.

The two of them intersected with their swords and axes, constantly making golden sounds, but the front line kept moving closer in the direction of Phil.

Phil didn't continue to run, because there was no way to run, and it was not known if Hampton had taken the wrong direction, or if he had been forced here by the Giant Eagle's attack.

In front of Phil and Lynn was a clearing beside a cliff, only a few square meters including two or three small trees.

Behind, the way was blocked by the two people who were fighting, and in front, there was a cliff more than 20 meters high.

Phil glanced over and shook his head at Lynn, it was too dark to see really, only the sound of boiling water could be heard.

The two little ones shook each other's hands, hoping that the Hamptons would work a miracle, or that the nearer and closer chirp would bring reinforcements sooner.

Hampton's men were fighting the flat-haired beast, and they were powerless to support them for a while.

And the battle between the two of them is not something that these ordinary samurai can participate in.

This is a real life-and-death struggle, and both Moody and Hampton have started to awaken, only one level three, and one only level one.

The huge gap in strength made it difficult for Hampton to parry, and if it weren't for the arrow wound on Moody's arm that affected his flexibility and strength, he would never have been able to hold on to three moves.

Moody's Awakening talents are Level 3 Arm Enhancement and Level 2 Animal Control.

Needless to say, the white giant eagle is the best explanation, and it also shows the talent of the steppe people in his bloodline.

Arm strengthening, on the other hand, isn't great, but it gives you an advantage when you're fighting alone.

The muscles of his arm were swollen at the moment, more than twice as thick, and he was extremely dexterous.

A meter-wide colorful giant axe danced like a flying butterfly by him, flapping its wings from time to time to make one or two sharp blows.

In just one minute, the front of Hampton's armor had been cut through several mottled gaps, and if it weren't for the quality of the armor, it would have been cut to a bloody blur.

Hampton's talent is a first-level strength enhancement, not for that part, but for the strengthening of the whole body.

This talent may be a bit mediocre, but in the army battle, it is very practical.

The scene looked a little funny, and Moody, who was thin and short, was actually holding down the tall and burly Hampton to beat him wildly and move forward.

Hampton had words of suffering, if it weren't for being suppressed too much, leaving him speechless.

He would definitely let his men run away with Phil, so why bother with a brute.

But it was such a little delay, and dozens of people rushed down the hillside again, all of them were Moody's men, and it seemed that there were a few punks, and there were many bad lucks.

Hampton was in a hurry, kicked his legs the ground, jumped into the air, and used the strength of his whole body to jump and slash.

Moody raised his steel axe and parried it, only to be weighed down by the weight of the massive Hamptons.

Hampton took advantage of the victory to pursue, ignoring his own defense, brandishing his broadsword and chasing Moody's figure frantically, forcing the opponent into a hurry and tired of parrying for a while.

But the gap between the two levels is not something that can be narrowed by desperate efforts.

And although not as good as the pure-blooded Wards, Moody, who dances on the knife all year round, is stronger than Hampton's long-standing and abandoned body.

I saw that Moody's deliberately sold a flaw and vacated the position of his left rib.

Hampton was fooled, and a close-range thrust was subconsciously used.

Moody was prepared, and with a slightly faster speed than Hampton, he dodged sideways, and swept the big axe in his hand.

With a screeching noise, a long, deep crack appeared in Hampton's breastplate, spanning almost the entire upper body.

A moment later, bright red blood gushed out of it.