The man screamed and stumbled backwards, and the big fat man took the opportunity to grab his hair and pull it back, clamping his head between his arms and twisting it hard.

With a click, the man fell to the ground, silent.

Within minutes, Edward had managed to kill the second man.

Just as Phil was running onto the main road and Edward was about to see the dawn of victory, less than 3 kilometers away from them, two tall young men stepped off the train.

They carried their luggage and walked slowly towards the town of Luoma.

These are two men about 30 years old, both with white short ear-length hair, tall and slender bodies, and a calm and indifferent temperament, which makes people know at a glance that these are two iron-blooded soldiers, two soldiers with almost identical facial features.

They were the ones Brad had arranged to protect Phil, and the two were unknown in the outside world and had no official ranks.

But within the Wild Lions, especially in the internal security department, the famous twin Grand Knights, the brothers Jones and Paul, nicknamed "The Wings of the Wild Lion".

At this time, it was three days ahead of the date requested by Brad.

The brothers' eyes were half-closed, as if they were not focused, but they could see the appearance, demeanor, and even clothing of everyone on the platform, and quickly made a mental assessment.

After judging that there is no threat, move on to the next target.

It doesn't seem that they did it deliberately, but they have formed a habit and do it unconsciously.

Travelers passing by seemed to feel a slight chill in their hearts, but they couldn't find the reason.

In this way, the two great knights were silent, and walked with the same steps towards the gate of the town of Fallen Horse.

Little did they know that at this moment, in the other direction, just three kilometers away from them, the object of their protection, Philip O. Snape, was in the midst of the first major crisis of their lives.

In Snape Manor, Catherine was changing the diapers of the two little princesses, babbling Martian with her daughter that no one could understand, and the communication between the three mothers seemed to be very harmonious.

Suddenly, Catherine panicked for no reason, like a bond in the dark, and her son's chubby figure and a simple smile appeared in front of her.

She put the diaper-changing twin babies into the cot and walked to the window to look out, as if looking for her son.

"Where's Phil?" she asked Mama Bertha.

"I haven't come back from school yet, so I seem to have gone to the reed pond to play, and by the way, I'm going to find some fun toys for Emma and Isabella. He really loves his two younger sisters. Bertha replied.

"Who followed?"

"Rhoda follows him all day, and by the way, and Edward, he picks him up when school is out. Bertha replied again.

Hearing that Edward was also there, Catherine was a little relieved, but the faint cramping pain in her heart still couldn't be relieved.

Catherine was a little displeased with the chubby instructor at first, but Brad trusted him, and his son seemed to trust him too, and that was enough.

In two years, this fat man, who is not good-looking, has gradually become an important part of the family.

Catherine also believed that with him, Phil would never be in any danger.

But what is this uneasiness in my heart?

Catherine was still restless, and when she gave the order, she planned to go to the suburbs to look for her in person, and only when she saw her son safe and sound, it seemed that she could be completely reassured.

On the outskirts of Lok Ma Town, less than 2 kilometers away from the town's gates, Phil is still fighting and running for his fate.

There was no time to look back at the position of the two pursuers, but by feeling, it seemed to be getting closer, and Phil could even hear heavy footsteps behind him.

This made him very anxious, and his steps were a little chaotic.

"Don't mess around, watch your breathing, Phil, you can do it. The little fat man adjusted his breathing, looking for the rhythm of meditation, and his skeletal muscles gradually returned to their proper rhythm under his mobilization.

Sure enough, God rewards hard work, and two years of persistent practice made him quickly enter a mysterious state.

Perhaps the body itself also had its own consciousness, and as soon as he entered the meditation, a familiar current of heat emerged again, flowing into his limbs.

Phil's speed suddenly increased by three percent, and he threw off the stout figure behind him.

"Huh?" made the man with the hammer snort, seemingly surprised.

But he didn't hesitate, and after a few steps in a row, the stout figure seemed to flash, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared behind Phil.

Grabbing Phil's clothes with his left hand, and slashing at his neck with his right hand, the little fat man, who was still moving forward, fell down softly and was carried by him in his hand.

However, Phil did not faint immediately as he thought, but was distracted by the sudden attack and had to be at his mercy.

Maybe he really had a big enough heart to fall into the hands of the enemy, but Phil still didn't give up.

In the midst of a flash of thought, he closed his eyes slightly, imitating the appearance of fainting.

But while the big man didn't pay attention, the calf drove the thigh and kicked hard between the big man's legs.

I believe that as long as you are a man, you will inevitably be knocked to the ground by that unspeakable soreness, and no matter how good your skills are, you can't exercise in that place.

However, he miscalculated.

Dahan hurriedly turned sideways slightly, and used his thighs to block Phil's attack.

Slightly painful, the big man frowned.

"Trouble boy. The big man tied his hands and slashed at Phil's neck again, the first miss made him a little embarrassed, and this time he added a lot of strength.

The moment he kicked the big man, Phil knew something was wrong.

The touch coming from the foot was hard, as if it had been kicked on an iron plate, and it did not hit the target.

This made him feel a little regretful, and he could only twist his body desperately and scream loudly, hoping to attract the attention of the gate guard in the distance.

Unfortunately, before the first syllable could be uttered, I felt a pain in my neck and fell into darkness.

The big man and the long-haired horse-faced man who arrived later carried Phil into the reeds without a trace of delay.

The twin brothers, who were walking not far from the gate, vaguely seemed to hear something, and when they turned their heads to look, they did not find anything unusual, only the vigorous reeds in the distance, swaying in the breeze, bringing a green ripple.

The two sides missed each other by mistake, which also seemed to foreshadow Phil's fate.

The two bandits carried Phil back to the same place, and the battle on the scene was still not over.

But at Edward's feet lay a man again, curled up like a shrimp, white stubble piercing the skin from the back of his waist, his eyes protruding from the outside of his body, and he was in a miserable state of death.

But he himself has almost lost the ability to move, and can only barely stand in place, brandishing a steel knife to resist Scarface's constant harassment.

Coren was already frightened, and he couldn't imagine how this fat man, who was not good-looking, had managed to hold on until now.

One eye has been covered with blood, and he can't see clearly, his right arm has been cut into a bloody blur, and he can't lift it up, and purple-green blood plasma is flowing from the wound, which is extremely fishy.

The leg that had been bitten by the snake was more than twice as thick, and the rest of the leg was visibly trembling.

Even so, this fat man, who didn't seem to have awakened and could only stand still, still relied on his superb skills and fearless courage to kill the three of Party B in a row.

One of them is also his own leader, the first-level awakened Geman.

Even he had an extra hideous wound on his back, and if he continued to fight, he no longer had the confidence to be able to kill this fat man.

Instead, he was shocked by the other party's fierce eyes, and he cowered a little bit and didn't dare to step forward, just hoping that his companions would come back to help as soon as possible.

Edward's consciousness was nearly half blurred, and the flesh was churning with blood, causing a lot of blood loss, and his body was cold and sluggish.

More serious were two poisonous wounds.

The snake venom and the plant toxins on the knife edge were tumbling and flowing in his blood, and he now felt his breathing heavy, his eyes were blackened for a while, and his brain reacted a lot slower.

If it weren't for the massive bleeding, which also took away a lot of toxins, he would have passed out at this moment.

But he didn't dare to faint, Phil was not out of danger yet, he still wanted to kill Coren in front of him as soon as possible and rush to rescue Phil.

He was his teacher, and he had solemnly sworn in front of the old man to protect the child, the little fat man with white blond hair, his student.

His consciousness was already blurred, and he didn't even notice the hesitation and pause of the other party's attack, nor did he notice the two bandits approaching behind him.

"Bang!"

Edward was slammed to the ground, blood mixed with black-gray mud, all over his head and face, and he was in a state of embarrassment.