Inquiries turned into scolding, scolding turned into conflicts, conflicts grew bigger and bigger, and one person became a group of people.

Seeing that the situation was not good, these people directly moved their hands and accelerated in the direction of Phil.

100 meters, 80 meters, 60 meters, just a few tens of meters away, a few people were surrounded by hundreds of bandits, maybe these people were not their enemies, but the disproportionate number of people successfully blocked their progress.

The bald-headed Moody appeared, a giant battle axe glowing a dark red glow in the firelight.

Lacking the protection of armor and the weapons did not fit, several soldiers were forced to retreat.

Scarface, who hadn't been seen for many days, stood in front of Phil with a torch diagonally, and the pine resin on the torch dripped on the straw pile at Phil's feet, making a sizzling sound that could be ignited at any moment.

Seeing this scene, several military men knew that nothing could be done, and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

One of them was also slashed in the shoulder by Moody, and was pulled back into the battle formation with the cooperation of his companions.

Warning drums sounded at the gate, and it was the people from outside who were cooperating with the actions inside, distracting Moody and the bandits.

In the end, these soldiers withdrew at the cost of two serious injuries and three minor injuries.

Moody didn't chase either, but stood in front of Phil with a huge tomahawk.

Dark red eyes stared at him again and again before commanding his subordinates, "Begin to retreat." They were slow, and they waited almost a night before they could do it.

The situation here will be brought back by them, and they will not act rashly anytime soon, and we will take this opportunity to go through the back door. ”

"Cologne, you take this kid with you, and if he's going to run, cut off one of his legs. ”

"I will, Captain. Coren replied, then licked his lips and slashed at Phil with bad intentions.

Phil fell between the straw and the oil, and the pungent smell of oil made him dizzy.

Coren didn't cut him, he just cut the rope that hung him.

He took Phil by the back of the neck and followed the group towards the back of the mountain.

The fleeing bandits all remained silent and did not make too much noise.

Phil counted about two hundred, most of them wearing chain mail and leather armor, and they should be the elite of Moody's lineage.

Taking advantage of the night, Phil touched what Lynn had stuffed into his arms before, half a foot long, a finger wide, cold and sharp, a dagger.

He silently thanked the little girl for her kindness, but he didn't know if he would be able to see her again after tonight.

Looking back, the figure in the camp swayed, but I didn't find the thin figure, a little regretful and regretful.

As if remembering not long ago, Edward's brave killing outside of Fallen Horse Town and the unhealed wound on his back, Coren kicked Phil again and again.

The little fat man staggered around, and also took this opportunity to move his sour hands.

Although they were still tied together, at least they were conscious and could move.

The trail is narrow enough for a maximum of two adults to walk side by side, surrounded by dense woods and bushes.

Whether it is up or down the slope, it is dark and there is no end in sight.

Quietly, it seems that Grandpa's men do not have enough manpower to block every direction.

Phil looked around, looking for a glimmer of life.

Cologne's big foot kicked again, and Phil moved with an idea, his legs tensed slightly, and with this force, he fell into the bushes in the direction of the downhill direction.

Ignoring the pain in his body and the spikes in the bushes, Phil held his head, curled up as best he could, and rolled down until his back knocked down a large tree and blocked his way.

At this time, it was already more than ten meters away from the path, and the fire was dim, and the shadows were too good to see.

Scar-faced Coren scolded and chased down, looking at the little fat man curled up on the ground, leaning over to catch him.

At that moment, Phil moved, and swooped down at Cologne's feet with lightning speed, the dagger in his hand stabbed hard into the back of the opponent's ankle, and then wrenched hard.

"Ahh

Coren screamed as expected, the pain of his ruptured Achilles tendon making him unable to stand and falling to the ground.

When he stopped, Phil took the dagger out of his bosom and silently adjusted his breathing, looking for a rhythm to meditate.

The familiar heat flowed in him, and he added some strength out of thin air, enough to ensure that the dagger could be pierced into Cologne's thick leather boots.

It's not that he doesn't want to be killed with one blow, but Cologne, who is wearing chain mail, only has gaps in his neck and feet.

The little fat man didn't think that the short dagger in his hand could pierce even the chain mail that was not very strong.

Although he hadn't learned the real art of martial arts, Edward taught him how to choose the right starting position in casual conversation.

The neck is rich in blood vessels, fragile and fatal, but not suitable for the short Phil.

Stabbing the heart can indeed kill with one hit, but it requires great strength and very accurate positioning, otherwise it will get stuck in the muscles and bones, and Phil will not dare to risk it.

The ends of the limbs, which are rich in blood vessels and generally have no armor, are the most suitable for Phil at this time.

Cologne's loud shouting attracted the attention of those above, and two or three figures ran over the bushes and toward him.

Phil didn't bother to make up for it, he turned and ran, his speed urging to the extreme, his short body swerving around the dense woods.

He believed that as long as he ran to the foot of the mountain, he would be discovered by his grandfather's people, and he would be saved.

Cologne's voice in the rear stopped abruptly, and the little fat man was also blocked by a majestic figure.

Phil repeated his old trick, swinging his dagger at the opponent's wrist, but was lightly avoided, and as soon as his feet fell, he rolled down the hill.

But a big foot ended his dream, and he was crushed to the ground, his chest was tight, and he couldn't turn over.

Is this the end?, Phil thought unwillingly.

To his surprise, the majestic figure did not hurt him, but pulled him up, and even helped him cut the rope on his hand.

Phil barely managed to see who this figure was by the torches on the path above.

Murphy, the reddish-skinned, stout man.

The little fat man loves and hates him, complicated and tangled.

It was this man who brought him from his mother's side to this infernal hell, and it was this man who broke his calf with his own hands, but it was this man who rescued him from the mouth of the panther and protected him from other bandits.

He didn't know what the other party had in mind, whether he was simply upright or had other plans.

Soon, Murphy solved his doubts.

I saw him push a thin figure to Phil's side, handed over another package, and only said four words: "Take her away." ”

The thin figure was none other than Phil's previous thoughts, and on the ground behind her lay Collen, whose neck had been broken, with his eyes wide open and his tongue poking out of his mouth, as if he did not believe that he had died at the hands of his companions, in this dark woods.

At the critical moment, Phil didn't have time to discuss the complicated mental journey with Murphy, so he grabbed Lynn's little hand and ran down the mountain.

Lin is also sensible and unentangled, and seems to have prepared for tonight's action.

The little girl just staggered and ran, dodging the dense branches, and looked back.

There were tears flashing in her big beautiful eyes, and her mouth whispered, "Uncle Murphy." ”

It wasn't until he was out of sight that Murphy picked up Coren's body and threw it down the hill.

The horse-faced man who had been standing behind him was the long-haired Gale who kidnapped Phil with him, but as if he hadn't seen all this, he followed Murphy with a cold face and turned back to the path.

Although Phil's leg injury has improved a lot, he first broke out and hurt people, and then ran hard, and he has begun to ache, and a row of cold sweat appeared on his head.

The little girl Lin seems to be more adaptable to such an environment, even if there is no bright light, she still flexibly tosses and turns between the trees, like a fawn that knows her way.

About to escape, Phil suppressed his excitement and urged himself, faster, faster.

The last time such an urgent desperate run was outside the town of Falling Horse, but it fell short in the end, so what about this time.

In order to take care of Lynn, and in order to stop the injury from getting worse, he quit meditation.

At this moment, a series of noisy and fierce shouts sounded behind him, and Moody, who seemed to be uneasy, remembered Phil and came to check.

After everyone searched, Coren's body was found.

The drama of catching up was once again staged in this dark wood.

Without a sense of direction, Phil ran in a panic, but Lyn, who was more familiar with the place, pointed him in the direction.

The chase behind him was getting closer and closer, and Phil could almost hear Moody's harsh hoarse voice, and the eyes of Lynn beside him revealed a deep panic.