Chapter 178 Internal Dispute

Chapter 176 Internal Disputes

The cold wind blew mercilessly on Bono's face. He huddled in the grass without daring to move and carefully watched what was going on in the camp.

At this moment, he desperately hoped that the sun could warm his stiff and cold limbs and guide him in the direction of progress.

But what responded to his prayer was not the sunshine, but the pursuit of hundreds of soldiers. They ran out of the camp shouting and started searching in all directions, trying to catch him.

With no choice, Bono had no choice but to cross the low wooden fence under the cover of dense grass and continue to escape deeper into the night.

He ran away from all firelight, clinging to the stone walls surrounding the valley where the camp was located, passing through forests and streams, heading towards unknown areas.

Slowly, he couldn't remember how far he had run, and suddenly he ran into a group of people. They seemed to be listening to something, and they didn't realize it until Bono almost bumped into them.

Then, they shouted, and many soldiers came around. Both sides drew their swords and confronted each other. However, these soldiers seemed not to want to fight, but just wanted to catch him quickly. Even Bono chopped down several of them. Neither fought back.

"Idiot, George deceived you. There are no companions of yours in Astapor. They are all warriors of Cleon the Butcher. When you have the chance, run away quickly!

"Otherwise, after you attack, you'll wish Mom hadn't given you an extra pair of legs."

While revealing the truth in Valyrian, Bono launched a more violent attack, forcing the surrounding soldiers back. Then he shouted to them:

"Damn the Gith, damn the Rebels, damn George."

"If I die here today, it will be my tragic fate, but your fate will be even more tragic, Dothraki, and the great Khal will avenge me."

To Bono's surprise, the pursuers actually stopped. He leaned against the mountain wall, recovering his strength. The rocks behind him were very stinging, stinging him more and more painfully, and also rattling his brain. More energetic.

He raised his sword and took a step forward, pointing at the closest pursuers one by one, and shouted:

"You, you, and you."

"Enjoy the little time you have. After the Dothraki army arrives, whether it is George or you, everyone will beg the great Khal to give you mercy according to the way you treated me."

Everyone who was pointed at by Bono took a step back in fear. Seeing the situation in front of him, he burst into laughter. The laughter was full of ridicule, as vicious as the evil and straightforward language.

Then he cursed for a long time in his own language before finally stopping.

He could tell that although these pursuers could not understand Dothraki, they could still feel that his words were very vicious, because they became more frightened and fell into a fierce dispute.

Bono still maintained a resentful and fearless expression, but he was listening attentively to all the voices. The pursuers were arguing fiercely about what to do next.

"Let him go!" said one of the pursuers: "Just pretend we have never seen him."

"You idiot, you have no courage at all. If we hadn't come to support you, you might have let him escape to the ends of the earth." Another person said contemptuously:

"Kill this Dothraki now. We don't have time to waste time with him. It's getting dark soon. We have to set off towards Astapor as soon as possible."

"We have an order." A third deep voice said: "Bring him back alive as soon as possible. This is the order I have received."

"We didn't receive any orders!" The voice from before retorted forcefully and uncontrollably:

"We came all the way from the mines to kill people and avenge our compatriots. I want to kill him quickly and then go to Astapor for revenge."

"Yes, what do we need him for?" Several people asked at the same time; "He killed several of our companions, why did he bring them back alive? Can he provide any special help?"

"Yes, it is said that he is the key to our capture of Astapor. No one is afraid of the power of the great Kaa. Moreover, the Butcher sent an envoy to ask Dothraki for help. As long as we take him with us, Astapor's The defenders will be helpless."

"That's right!" A voice softer but more cunning than the others suddenly came from behind the crowd:

"We don't have enough troops to capture that city, so we have to imprison this Dothraki and use his power. How ironic!"

"I just wonder what his king and compatriots will think? They might think our heads are too heavy and it would be best to take them off our shoulders and relax."

"Salado, you talk too much." Following a rush of footsteps, an indifferent voice came from the other side:

"We are the brave rebels, the Avengers who crawled out from the dead. We can take Astapor without the Dothraki, because we are the men of George the Wise, who led us to freedom. , He is the one who brought us here, and it is up to him to decide what path to take in the future. This is what I, Haynes, think."

Salado ignored the visitor, walked straight to the middle of the crowd, spread his hands, looked around, and said with great contempt in his cunning voice:

"Maybe! Then you can take these people to die and get all the praise and rewards in hell. Wake up, Haines, Astapor is far more dangerous than we think. There are no so-called rebels there. It's full of damned Unsullied and Butcher supporters."

Perhaps it was the long-term repression that made Salado so angry.

He took off his blindfold fiercely, his face showed a resentful expression, his voice became more and more crazy, pointing one finger at Haines, and roared violently:

"And where did your shitty idea come from? George told you, who does he think he is, and dared to let the troops fly the Dothraki flag."

"Don't think I don't know his purpose. I have already started to pay attention to his every move. First use, then kill the Dothraki messenger, and put the blame on the butcher Cleon."

"He thinks that others are not sober and can't see anything. Just relying on his ridiculous idea of ​​making Astapor independent is enough to drag us into the abyss."

"I tell you: George is a fool, a fool with a belly full of malice."

"What are you talking about? You dirty pirate, what qualifications do you have to talk about Pastor George?"

Before Haines, whose face was covered with hideous scars and whose expression could not be seen clearly, spoke, the soldiers he brought took the lead in roaring in response to the humiliation.

Salado also enjoyed prestige among the rebels and had no shortage of support. Many people began to draw their swords, and for a moment, they were caught in a tense situation.

Bono was secretly delighted by the sudden change in front of him. He raised his long sword and carefully took a step back, clinging to the rock wall again, hoping to see the development of the situation clearly so that he could escape from here in the chaos.

No one paid attention to his actions, and the soldiers surrounding him had been forced to get involved in the argument.