Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 78
Meng Ge had no choice. He didn't like the situation in front of him, so he slammed into the shield wall with all his strength. The scimitar floated blood in the mercenary's dilated pupils. The soldiers in the front row only had time to let out a scream. It was smashed to pieces.

"Hold on, hold on."

The mercenaries behind let out even hoarse roars. They tried their best to stabilize the formation, but they were constantly forced to retreat, their steps were unstable, and they tripped those who stood at the end struggling to support.

Soon, everyone fell into a melee again. The scimitar had already rolled its blade in the slashing, but it was still extremely deadly in Mungo's hands, and people around were seriously injured if they got closer.

His speed was extremely fast. Facing the oncoming battle axe, he grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it hard, making the sound of bone cracking.

Then, he grabbed the opponent's arm and threw it, knocking down several people in a row, clearing a gap, and finally rolled and fell into the bonfire.

The exuberantly burning flames went out with a puff, a cloud of gray smoke shot straight into the sky, and many embers scattered in all directions.

Then, the flames rose and burned more and more intensely. Taking advantage of the light and the gap, Meng Ge saw behind the soldiers a huge tent that was heavily guarded by many soldiers, and he could also hear many chaotic footsteps, which seemed to be heading towards Come here.

The effect of the throw just now gave him a sudden idea. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the mercenary closest to him, shouted, and threw it with all his strength, like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, emptying the enemies in front of him again.

The enemy kept falling to the ground, exposing the flaxen-white-haired mercenary commander who was organizing an attack. The man stood there blankly, his whole body stiff as if dead, and only his face was visible. Muscles kept shaking, and sweat was already on his face due to fear and tension.

Mungo let out a loud roar, and after venting the suffocation in his chest, he rushed straight towards the white-haired mercenary, and the scimitar drew a powerful arc, cutting the opponent's body in two abruptly.

The bloody scene caused the mercenaries to shout uncontrollably. They got up from the ground with all fours, turned around and backed away, frantically pushing and shoving those comrades who were running beside them.

Meng Ge threw away the scimitar in his hand, and took out a giant sword from the weapon pouch behind his back. This sword was the weapon he had cleared from the group of mercenaries he encountered on the road before.

He didn't go after these rout soldiers, his only target was Malacho Megaya, the governor of the Tiger Party.

This person was obviously still hiding in the commander's tent, because more and more mercenaries who arrived did not come to besiege Mongo, but spontaneously gathered together to guard the tent tightly.

Although he couldn't fully understand what the other commander was shouting, he knew that every sentence they said was repeating a word: "Maegia."

"Maracho, Malacho, I must be quick, I must be quick, or the reinforcements from Vilonses Town will come out."

Mungo murmured to himself.

He dragged the huge sword in one hand, picked up the burning corpse from the fire with the other hand, and rushed towards the commander's camp with big strides. The flames couldn't bring him any real damage at all.

It's just that this scene looked very terrifying, causing all the mercenaries guarding around the camp to be in a commotion. From birth until now, they have never seen a person who is not afraid of flames.

Mungo approached the tent and threw the corpse out with all his strength. In an instant, the originally orderly camp garrison panicked. Even though the sparks on the corpse had been extinguished, there were people trying to escape everywhere.

"My hand, my hand."

The whistle sounded, the formation reorganized, and Mongol took the opportunity to repeat his tricks and slammed into them. The mercenaries guarding the front row felt that their arms were about to be broken in half.

He slammed left and right, knocking a mercenary to the ground, swinging the giant sword, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the enemies on both sides also fell immediately.

The "Prince in Ragged Clothes" of the Windblown Group is very strict in running the army, but tonight, the prince did not stay in the camp.

Not all mercenaries were brave and fearless, some were even cowardly and selfish. Such a bloody scene, these guys were afraid of death, abandoned their duties, and fled their posts screaming, causing the entire formation to fall into turmoil.

Tonight, the sergeant in charge of the infantry is Hugh Hungerford, also a greedy and cowardly man. He used to be the treasurer of the Windblown Corps. After he was caught stealing property, he was dismissed. The prince chopped off three of his fingers.

"Stop quickly, stay in formation, stop, otherwise, the prince's anger will burn you all to death."

Hugh Hungerford stomped his feet angrily, calling out to the fleeing mercenaries, but the defeated soldiers were already frightened, and no one wanted to stop.

Seeing that his shout had no effect but instead attracted Mungo's attention, he couldn't help but feel terrified, and his slender legs felt weak.

As soon as the thought that he might die, he couldn't get rid of it. Xiufu didn't hesitate, and decisively left the command position and joined the fleeing team.

The camp garrison troops who lost their command staggered and kept retreating under the impact of Mongo. Their roar became weaker and weaker, and their numbers became smaller and smaller. They were gradually swallowed by the huge figure and became blurred blood on the black ground. .

The giant was getting closer and closer, and the figure illuminated by the flames protruded from the canvas. Even though it was a hot summer, Malaccio seemed to be shivering with cold. He closed his eyes, not because he was afraid.

He just didn't know whether his great cause could continue, and then he began to imagine who in the Tiger Party could inherit his will, and what would happen to Volantis if the successor couldn't support it. Thinking of this, he felt Heart as dead ashes.

"I just realized that even if I have lofty aspirations, noble and pure moral character, and get all the support I want, if I don't have a suitable successor, I will still end up with no results."

Mungo didn't respond. This sentence was Malacho's complaint or last words. He mercilessly sent the giant sword into the opponent's chest, turned and left.

The blazing flames engulfed the commander's camp in an instant, and Malaccio's legs could no longer support him. He fell to the ground stiff and cold, and lay there without saying a word. elapsed.

The hot wind brushed against his face, and he felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the ground. He closed his eyes involuntarily, clenched his fists tightly, and did not let go until his death.

(End of this chapter)