Berserk: The Prophet

As night fell and moonlight spilled across the undulating hills of the wilderness, Green sped along, relying on a vague map and a rough understanding of the terrain.

Finally, just before dawn, he saw the noisy clusters of tents with the faint glow of campfires.

The cavalrymen they sent out only discovered the place when the sun was setting. After meeting up with him, the three of them rested and had dinner before heading here.

So eager to return that he made his way by the moonlight.

Unbeknownst to him, the group of Juda knights he had encountered before dusk were also lying in ambush at the foot of a hill here.

As the saying goes, when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Their ambush and preparation for a raid on the camp was unfortunately witnessed by Green!

A group of knights clad in steel armor stared at the three of them.

The air froze instantly, and the tense atmosphere, like an invisible net, tightly enveloped Green and the two Pander cavalrymen.

Green inwardly cursed; he hadn't expected to run into this group of nemesis so soon after arriving near the camp!

He quickly surveyed his surroundings, looking for an opportunity to escape, but the terrain below the hill was open, and he was surrounded by enemies. Breaking through would be extremely difficult. It seemed that his only option was to rush towards the camp.

After a brief moment of stillness, Green immediately roared, "Run!!"

Green took the lead, bypassing the hill and fleeing, with two cavalrymen close behind.

"Pursue them! All troops, listen to my command, proceed with the raid on the camp as planned!!"

At the one-eyed man's command, the Juda knights surged up from behind the hill like a tide. A small group relentlessly pursued Green and his companions, while the rest lit torches, rode straight towards the camp, and prepared to raid it.

Meanwhile, the drunken tents and the dozing camp guards were completely unaware of the impending danger.

The guards didn't open their sleepy eyes until the sound of Green's hooves drew near, and by the time they realized what was happening, Green had already stormed into the camp.

"...Huh? Hey, who are you guys? Really..." The guard, who had suddenly sobered up, shouted. Seeing that there were only three cavalrymen who did not make any hostile moves, he assumed they were friendly forces.

At this moment, the guards next to them were also woken up. They stood up from the wooden crates, stretched, and yawned.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The guard, who had just woken up, rubbed his eyes and asked the guard who had just been shouting.

"...Nothing, huh? What...what about those people with torches?"

The guard's voice suddenly caught in his throat, his pupils contracted sharply, and in the orange-red glow of the torch, the silhouette of the armored knight cast a chilling shadow in the moonlight.

The thunderous hoofbeats of hundreds of warhorses galloping simultaneously gradually echoed in his ears, making him feel like he was about to wet his pants.

"Enemy...enemy..." The guard stammered, his limbs barely obeying his commands.

When his team members looked in that direction, they immediately cried out in terror and began to run away.

"Enemy attack—!!" Green suddenly pulled on the reins, and his warhorse reared up.

Before his sword was fully drawn, the first arrow had already grazed his ear and embedded itself in the wooden stake behind him, the fletching of the arrow buzzing in the air.

Two Pande cavalrymen simultaneously drew their greatswords, the blades arcing in the afterglow of the campfire, ready to engage in battle at any moment.

"Don't linger in the fight! The camp is too cramped. Let's split up!"

"You two go and drive all the horses over to the camp to buy some time." As soon as Green finished speaking, the two cavalrymen spurred their horses toward the stables.

Green turned around and went to find the familiar tent.

Meanwhile, the two cavalrymen successfully reached the stables. Wielding their greatswords, they drove the unattended warhorses toward the center of the camp, attempting to muddy the waters.

Upon hearing the shouts of "Enemy attack!", the soldiers in the camp were jolted awake from their sleep and began frantically searching for weapons to prepare for battle.

Having just won a battle, they were completely unprepared for this sudden attack, and were even still drunk when they picked up their weapons.

After spending the night with the beautiful woman beside him, Gambino couldn't fall asleep. After Guts left, Dunoban came to find him and gave him three silver coins as payment for the prostitution.

That's only natural. Guts is his property. He is his adoptive father, which is also his guardian, so he naturally has the right to dispose of Guts.

Mercenaries are all people who will do anything for profit, and he was no exception. After all, the rule in the mercenary world is that if you don't make money, you're a bastard.

The price of three silver coins is enough for an ordinary soldier to earn for a month. Moreover, if the price has already been offered and they still refuse to sell, wouldn't that make them seem like they have a weakness?

Ha, he wouldn't act like that brat is that important to him over something like this.

Seriously, that bastard Sis really picked up a troublesome thing...

The thought of that woman filled Gambino with a strange sense of unease and oppression, as if something was stuck in his chest, about to burst forth.

West...

Even our last meeting... I'm such a terrible man.

The effects of the alcohol had worn off, but Gambino still couldn't sleep, so he put on his pants and went out for some fresh air.

"Enemy attack—" "Enemy attack—"

Upon hearing the urgent and terrified cries of "enemy attack," Gambino instantly snapped to attention, his years of experience as a mercenary honed by his own vigilance immediately putting him on high alert.

Without a second thought, he rushed shirtless to the corner where he kept his weapons and grabbed the heavy sword that had been with him for years and stained with the blood of countless enemies.

At this moment, chaos had broken out outside the camp.

The Juda knights, brandishing torches, stormed into the camp like demons, their gleaming longswords slashing wildly as they slaughtered the unsuspecting and unarmored soldiers, their screams echoing everywhere.

Green dashed between the tents, dodging enemy attacks while shouting loudly in an attempt to organize an effective resistance.

However, the soldiers, still reveling in their victory, were too disorganized to form a strong defensive line in the short term.

Gambino rushed out of the tent and saw a Judas knight raising his sword to stab one of his own soldiers who was still wearing armor. He roared and grabbed a spear from the side and thrust it at the soldier.

Hearing the sound, the knight was about to turn around when Gambino's spear, carrying immense force, pierced through the knight's weak point, armor and all.

Blood splattered onto Gambino's face, warm and smelling of blood, but he didn't care, his eyes filled only with burning fighting spirit.

At this moment, countless stray horses rushed out of the makeshift stables, making the scene even more chaotic.

"...Damn it, everyone grab your weapons and get ready to fight!!"

Just as Gambino dodged a runaway horse, his roar echoed through the camp like a thunderclap. Some soldiers with a modicum of awareness responded, gripping their weapons and charging toward the enemy.

Green found the familiar tent among the many tents.