Chapter 179 The Betrayer

Chapter 177 The Traitor

The slave rebels were fighting among themselves, and the entire capture team was in a state of cursing and chaos, which made Bono feel that he saw the dawn of hope.

Even though the hard and cold rock behind him scratched his skin and the warm blood flowed to his waist, it was difficult to hide his excitement.

"Put away your weapons!"

At this moment, Haines rushed into the crowd, stretched out his arms to block the soldiers who were facing each other with swords drawn, and shouted:

"Don't make any more meaningless sacrifices. We started fighting together in Astapor, and then lived and died together in the Worm River. Since then, we have been a family as close as brothers. We must unite, understand?"

"Please!" Bono saw that the atmosphere on the scene had eased a little, and he was extremely anxious. He held the hilt of the sword tightly, and couldn't help shouting in his head:

"Fight quickly, fight quickly, let these stupid guys fight quickly, so that I have a chance!"

Salado seemed to have heard the voice of the Dothraki people. Without any warning, he stepped forward and knocked down two opponents with two punches.

Then, he turned around and roared to his followers behind him:

"Don't play tricks with them! If George already knows about this when we return to the camp, everyone will be executed."

He forced back several soldiers who surrounded him, and continued to shout to those who were still hesitant:

"As long as we protect the Dothraki envoy, the great khal will definitely accept us, and we will have freedom, revenge, wealth, and everything."

Hearing this, Bono suddenly had an idea and immediately took action. He swung to the left and rushed into the soldiers in the Salador camp, The crowd shouted:

"Salado is right, the great khal will never be stingy with rewards."

"If you don't want to kill each other, then go! Run! The exit is over there!"

The outline of the mountains appeared in the distance. He had recognized the route he had come from. He pointed to the mountain pass in front of him that was reflecting the first ray of dawn and shouted:

"Get out! This is your only hope. Run! It's better to get out before you lose your head!"

After a period of chaos and cursing, most of the rebels rushed along the mountain wall to the mountain pass. There were about a hundred people.

I don't know if it was because of comradeship or Haines' deliberate inaction, they actually rushed out and ran towards the mountain pass that was getting closer and closer.

"Kill, no, catch them, catch them!"

Hains gritted his teeth and gave orders repeatedly with trembling body, but still did not say the words that made him bitter. He kicked the soldier who was still in a daze beside him and shouted angrily:

"Chase them quickly, not a single idiot can slip away from here! We can't let them appear outside the valley, which will affect the war and other important things."

The soldiers of the rebel army started the pursuit again, they took big steps, as if they were in the final sprint of the race.

The soldiers who followed Bono and Salado to escape, looked back and saw this scene, and immediately quickened their pace.

The bright mountain pass was very close, and the terrain was slowly rising, becoming steeper and steeper, but their pace did not slow down at all.

However, the increasingly difficult terrain still hindered their running. Salado and Haines kept shouting and urging their men to rush forward.

Bono followed the crowd, lowered his head, and swung his legs vigorously, as if he was made of steel and would not get tired, running at a very fast speed.

"We are fast enough, we will escape!" he thought to himself, and then he raised his head and looked towards the mountain pass.

At a glance, he found that there was already a group of soldiers blocking the way. The light of dawn shone on their spears and helmets, reflecting their indifferent expressions.

In the dazzling light, Bono saw a tall figure standing on the sentry tower behind the formation, and there were four people covered in cloaks guarding him.

Despair caught up with the Dothraki and stood in front of him again. This was more uncomfortable than the burning pain in his lungs. He staggered a few steps and fell into a trance.

The warmth brought by the sun had disappeared. At this time, Bono only felt cold all over.

He wanted to fall to the ground, just like when he took the sweet sleep flower, just lying there and falling into a dark dream, without thinking about anything, without doing anything.

After being absent-minded for a moment, Bono tried to wake up from despair. He began to think of new ways and repeatedly recalled the whole incident.

Some inexplicable thoughts flashed through his mind. It seemed that all of this was planned by a powerful person. At least it made people feel hopeful.

"But before that, how can I ensure that I can survive?" Bono thought seriously, his mind turning quickly.

But before he could think it through, several arrows shot into their ranks, and a soldier in front of him fell down and never got up again.

The soldiers lined up at the mountain pass were high above, and there were many archers among them. They had already run into the enemy's range.

"Retreat, retreat, find cover!"

After a panic, the soldiers' noisy screams and shouts came from all around, and they ran down the slope under the arrows.

Such projectiles were repeated several times over and over again until they left dozens of corpses and retreated out of the range of the longbow.

Before they could gain a foothold and turn around, the soldiers blocking the mountain pass rushed down from the high ground with guns, their armor and gun tips reflecting the cold light.

Bono and others, who were lucky enough to survive, did not dare to stay and fled down the slope again, but they ran into the roundup force led by Haynes.

Despair spread on the faces of ordinary soldiers. In their eyes, the outcome of this sudden rebellion seemed to be doomed, and they could not escape the fate of being executed in the end.

They stopped with painful expressions and threw away the swords in their hands. Salladhor said nothing, just stood there quietly, as if waiting for judgment.

The soldiers led by Haynes surrounded them and took away all the weapons. The spearmen who rushed down from the high ground soon followed. They blocked all retreats and waited for the leader's orders.

"What an unforgettable reunion!" Soon after, a sarcastic voice came from behind the gunman.

With his back to the sun, George slowly walked toward the crowd. The figure surrounded by four guards in the center looked very tall, as sacred as a giant stone statue. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he looked like a man leaving the palace. It is like a king who has set foot in the residence of lowly people.

"Everyone, am I right?" He stood in front of everyone and said mockingly.

Before everyone could react, what Salado did next shocked everyone. He quickly fell to the ground, lowered his head and begged:

"Sir George, I am willing to follow you again!"

"Everything you said is right. As long as you want to do it, you can achieve anything faster than me. You are the leader that should be. I am willing to follow you to the mountains and seas."

Looking at the betrayer who surrendered to the ground and expressed his loyalty again, George took a step back and completely hid his figure among the guards.

The four men in cloaks quickly stepped forward to lift up Salado and found a dagger from his robe.

Seeing this situation, George was completely relieved. He slowly stood up, covered the sun with his hands, leaned close to Salado's ear, and said lightly:

"Do you think I will believe your lies? You have wasted too many opportunities."

"However, some of your words are very sincere. My brilliance must appear so that Astapor can defeat all evil."

Salado did not answer. He was silently sandwiched between the four guards, looking like a candle in the wind.

"What do we do with them?"

Haines, whose face was covered in scars and whose expression was difficult to see, walked silently to George and asked in an indifferent voice.

"Execute them all!" George turned around, narrowed his eyes, and his tone was neither passionate nor sad.

"To all the undead souls who sacrificed their lives for freedom in Astapor, say hello to them on my behalf. Those who hold swords must also be careful."

"What did you say?" George turned around suddenly and stared at Salado and asked.

At this moment, a sword burst out of his chest, and the sun fell into his disbelieving eyes like fire. There was red light on both sides of the distant mountains, turning the whole world into the color of blood.