The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 487 Nighttime Murder

Caslo unloaded the supplies he had brought, and the mountain of supplies almost made Apophis Breo grin from ear to ear. They had already consumed a lot of resources along the way, as traveling day and night had taken a huge toll on their physical strength. Apophis Breo had already done a great job of getting his men to endure hardship, and if they weren't fed, the soldiers would probably start to revolt.

"Thank you, please give my regards to His Highness!" Apophis Breo patted Caslo on the shoulder. Although he held the title of Grand Duke, he was very approachable to Caslo, with whom he worked every day.

"I won't say more, just survive!" Caslo patted Apophis Breo on the shoulder with a small vial the size of a finger.

"What is this?" Apophis Breo asked, staring at the deep red liquid inside.

"The blood of the Storm Dragon! If we encounter a powerful enemy, throwing it out can intimidate most magical beasts!" Caslo mounted the dragon's back and waved his hand in signal.

"Thank you!" Apophis Breo nodded. He could guess where the blood came from with his toes. Apophis Breo noticed that Kaldo's expression towards him was somewhat unfriendly.

"Let's go! Take care!" Caslo lifted the dragon saddle and soared into the sky.

"Thank you, Knight!" Apophis Breo watched Caslo depart, carefully putting away the vial of blood. It was a common alchemical vial, designed to maintain the blood's activity, ensuring the dragon blood within remained fresh! Only fresh dragon blood possessed the necessary power to intimidate! After all, the Misty Mountains were teeming with magical beasts. This vial of dragon blood might be an irresistible tonic for some, but for most, it was a death sentence! Dragon blood meant injury, and an injured dragon would be more irritable and easily angered, reaching peak aggression and exhibiting an extremely strong territorial instinct! No magical beast would attempt to easily provoke an injured dragon!

"Pack up, we're getting ready for dinner!" Apophis Breo said to the soldiers beside him, watching the departing dragon riders.

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"Crackling!" The bright red campfire shone on everyone's faces as they happily warmed themselves by the fire, munching on bread with relish.

"The pork chop is ready, sir!" Olaf said with a fawning smile, handing Apophis Breo a still-dripping grilled pork chop.

"Thanks, everyone, let's eat!" Apophis Breo said to the others as he took the pork chop.

"Um... sir, what... should we do now that we're down here?" Olaf asked, his mouth full of roasted meat.

"Slurp!" Olaf sucked the meat and marrow off the bone clean and then casually threw it on the ground.

"Rest! It's getting late!" Apophis Breo rolled his eyes at Olaf.

"Okay!" Olaf pouted and looked at the darkening sky. "You still know it's getting late. If we keep going, we'll all have to carry torches and keep going."

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"How is the situation at the camp?" Apophis Breo asked his great knight.

"My lord, it's all set up. We've cut down some trees and made some simple barricades. They should be able to warn other creatures when they approach!" The great knight pointed to the stones placed on the barricades and the pile of rubble below. Obviously, if the stones touched the barricades, they would fall and hit the rubble. The sound of stones hitting each other in the quiet night was very noticeable, especially for professionals, for whom even the slightest noise at night was enough to wake them up.

“Hmm, not bad! We still have time to react at this distance. By the way, have the knights disperse to rest around the perimeter, and the ordinary soldiers stay in the innermost part!” Apophis Breo instructed.

"understand!"

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"Huh?" Olaf exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you yelling about? I'm doing you a favor by sleeping with you! Get out of the way, move aside!" Apophis Breo barged in without any ceremony, carrying a rolled-up leather rug. Without a second thought for Olaf's glare, Apophis Breo quickly laid out the rug and then lay down to sleep with Armor.

“Um, sir…” Olaf was somewhat at a loss. After all, anyone would be shocked if a living person suddenly walked into their tent, especially a man? Olaf didn’t like men on top of men, nor did he like men on either side of him, so he subconsciously sat up.

"What's wrong? Too lazy to have them set up a separate tent for me, so I'll just sleep here for the night. Oh, by the way, you seem to really like my military strategies, right? How about I give you a lecture as payment for sleeping in your tent?" Apophis Breo teased.

"That's really unnecessary." Olaf waved his hands repeatedly, his resistance clearly visible on his face.

"Alright, stop acting cute and go to sleep! We still have a long way to go tomorrow. If we don't reach Lao'aikou by early spring, I'll twist your head off and offer it as a sacrifice!" Apophis Breo said casually.

"What!" Olaf, who had just lain down, sprang up like a spring, staring dumbfounded at Apophis Breo, his eyes filled with a sorrow that would make even a dragon feel pitiful.

"Ouch! What are you doing, sir? Why do you want me to sacrifice the flag?" After a highly cryptic speech, Olaf continued to stare at Apophis Breo with a shocked look.

“Because you disturbed my sleep!” Apophis Breo said calmly, turning over and covering his face with his cloak.

"Uh, then I'll shut up!" Olaf collapsed and promptly muted himself.

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"Crack!"

Amidst the rising and falling snores, a very faint sound of a twig snapping rang out.

"Whoosh!" The figure that caused the commotion was startled and immediately stopped. After waiting for a while and finding no further movement, it continued to move cautiously.

"Huff, huff~" A heavy breathing sound rang out, and the owner of the sound carefully moved to the front of the makeshift chevaux-de-frise. He looked at the chevaux-de-frise, thought for a few seconds, and then quietly crawled through it.

"Clang!" A stone on the barricade rolled off as it scraped against the ground, then landed on the gravel with a crisp thud.

"Boom!" A dazzling and scorching blade of battle aura tore through the tent and shot out suddenly.

"Whoosh!" The blinding battle aura blade sliced ​​out, the fiery red battle aura instantly illuminating the scene along the way. Although it did not hit, the attacker was clearly repelled.

"Crack!" The heavily armored Grand Knight of King's Landing emerged from the tent, which had been torn apart by the flames of battle, carrying his sword.

"What's going on?" Apophis Breo rushed out immediately. Sure enough, apart from the only Grand Knight who swung his sword from inside the tent, all the other knights rushed out as soon as they heard the commotion, and the other soldiers also came out one after another, gripping their weapons.

"What's wrong?" Olaf's eyes revealed exhaustion, confusion, and bewilderment.

“You were sleeping so soundly! Something was trying to attack the camp just now!” Apophis Breo said to Olaf.

"What should I do?" Olaf immediately perked up upon hearing about the attack, staring intently at Apophis Breo awaiting his command.

"Go and calm the officers down, get everyone calm!" Apophis Breo said to Olaf after glancing at the chaotic soldiers.

(End of this chapter)