Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 77 Rampage
On a night like black velvet, the moon shone with a strange halo in the misty clouds.

Tiger Party leader Marajo Megia was walking alone in the silent camp, looking at the blue and white cross-tailed flag fluttering in the wind, he felt quite disturbed for no reason.

He looked back towards the distant direction of Volantis, where everything melted into the black horizon. There was the hometown he guarded, a place where all comfort and peace of mind existed.

The Golden Group might just arrive in time for the next sunset, and after the two parties signed a contract, he could lead his troops back to Volantis to wipe out the rebellion, and participate in the consul election with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Maracho shook his head. Since the Tiger Party was defeated in the bloody century, the successors have been inferior to each other. The young people are as quiet and well-behaved as a toothless tiger, and they don’t even dare to participate in all his secret plans. .

The breeze blew through the cracks in the camp, and the night was getting colder and colder. Malacho shivered and walked quickly towards the commander's tent.

Now all he could think of was Volantis after its rise again, and he believed once more that he was leading it on the right path, however difficult and rough it was.

In the camp, Malaccio lay quietly on the bed, fell asleep, and dreamed of a terrible scene that he had never seen or even imagined in his life: he was trapped in the towering clouds, and there was a bottomless dark abyss under his feet. It was also late at night, and when he probed into the night, what he saw was that the legendary consul Belissio died tragically at the hands of the giant and was eaten by the giant.

As soon as he dreamed of this place, Malaccio woke up immediately, his whole body became drenched. In a trance, he seemed to be able to hear the giant's triumphant and terrifying laughter in the dark. He shrank in the blanket in shock, worrying whether this dream will come true.

The campfire glowed red in the still night, illuminating a small area, and in the distance was deep darkness.

"How many soldiers are here, and in what tent is Malachor hiding?"

Mongola pulled the rope around the mercenary's neck, made him kneel before him, and asked in his unskilled Valyrian.

This squint-eyed mercenary from Myr, named Bizzy the Bean, was the commander of the group of Windblown mercenaries he met on the road. He was good at using crossbows. In the whole battle, he was the only one who left a trail for him. Scar was also his only captive.

"The two thousand cavalry and infantry of the Windblown Regiment, and the slave soldiers of Volantis are all stationed in the town of Vilonses, and the consul lives in the largest commander's tent." After explaining everything, Bazi spoke miserably. Meng Ge begged: "I am willing to serve you, please forgive me!"

"Forgive you, I think you must be planning something! You must have concealed an important secret from me!" Mungo turned to the back of the mercenary, raising the scimitar in his hands.

"No, no, I have already told you all the information I know, Prince in Ragged Clothes, Meris, Frog..." Bazi prostrated himself on the ground, counting the various characters of the Windblown Bundle one by one, begging for the last chance to survive.

"Well, I get it. You are a bandit, an oath-breaker, and a murderer. I witnessed you looting and killing [-] traveling merchants and farmers. Now, I sentence you to death."

After confirming the accuracy of the information, Mungo didn't listen to the mercenary's meaningless excuse, and chopped off the mercenary's head with a knife.

Next, he tied his horse to the woods, carried a bag of weapons and walked straight towards the camp.

In the dark night, it seems that boundless thick ink is smeared heavily on the sky.

Just as Ba Qi explained, due to the dimness of the stars and the moon tonight, the number of soldiers patrolling the night of the Windblowing Group increased. They lined up in two rows and walked back and forth in the camp at a neat pace.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Meng Ge sneaked in silently like this. The flames flashed by, and the two daggers emitted a faint light, piercing the throats of the two sentries from behind. They fell down helplessly trembling.

But every gap between the two tents will be guarded by sentries. The soldiers in the nearby tents soon found Mengo's figure that could not be concealed. They ran away screaming under the cold light of the dagger.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The shrill voice echoed in the camp.

"I really don't have the talent for snitches."

Meng Ge secretly thought, he threw away the dagger in his hand, pulled out the scimitar tied behind his back, and ran to the commander's camp as much as possible before the enemy figured out what was going on.

He grabbed whatever was burning and threw it at the canvas tent, setting fires all over the road, sending plumes of smoke into the night sky.

The mercenaries also poured out of the tents with weapons, and the whole camp began to stir up. They tripped over each other and fell to the ground. This scene was like putting thousands of horses on the fire to roast.

"Fire, go to the fire!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Where's the enemy?"

In the panic, when the mercenaries found that there was only one enemy coming, they quickly became sober. They yelled and taunted with hoarse voices like iron stone grinding, and laughed hoarsely, and quickly formed an attack in tacit understanding. Front line, rushed towards Mongo.

Soon, the mercenaries rushing to the front swung their sharp swords, but they were surprised to find that their swords could not cut through the enemy's skin at all, and the opponent was as indestructible as a warrior in steel armor.

The scimitar shone coldly in the darkness. They had no choice but to abandon their weapons in a panic. They tried their best to bypass the blade, and they only had time to let out a scream before they died.

Meng Ge was rampaging in a melee, the color of blood was blurred in front of his eyes, as soon as he swung his knife, several people died on the ground immediately.

The mercenaries who followed and surrounded noticed the abnormality. They heard the sound of iron hitting and saw the tragic scene of people falling down in front of them.

All the mercenaries gritted their teeth, tapped their shields, stepped on the ground in unison, lined up in a tight formation, and slowly moved forward.

"Crossbowmen get ready." A flaxen-white-haired mercenary in the team shouted, "Others will pierce his eyes when he approaches."

As soon as Meng Ge heard the shout, he immediately let out a violent roar, abruptly smashed away the enemies who were still surrounding him, and rushed towards the white-haired mercenary.

He knew in his heart that the crossbow was a great threat to him, and now only places with a lot of people could guarantee safety, and the entire camp must be thrown into chaos as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)