Chapter 143 George the Butcher

Meng Ge accepted Ofer's proposal, and then he took off a flaming galloping horse brooch set with a round red gem from his cloak.

When he picked up the gem, the surroundings shone with brilliant light like the morning sun shining on gold.

"The Ibben invaded most of the Forest Walker lands on the north coast of Essos and founded their city of Iss. It was our ancestor Khal Rago who drove them back to the sea. It was during that time that this gem was The spoils of the battle, I now pass them on to Forest Walker as a token of friendship.”

"Thank you for your kindness and openness."

Ofer took the brooch with respectful hands, carefully collected it, and said solemnly:

"The reward of the great Kaa, the gem of the ancestors, this will definitely be a gift that brings hope to both races!"

Those who saw this scene were amazed. No one cared whether it was a treasure passed down by the ancestors, but from today on, it has these three very important meanings.

After resolving the debate on the northern conflict and avoiding a wrong war, the anxiety and physical and mental exhaustion caused by the heavy responsibility seemed to be removed from everyone's bodies in an instant.

"Let's discuss sending troops to support Slaver's Bay!"

"It's okay to send troops, but it's not okay to support Cleon the Butcher. He is just a slave of a good master in Astapor. He has no ability. Although he had the advantage, he was defeated by Worm River, which is enough to prove all this."

"Specifically, the slave in the kitchen, who allegedly slaughtered pigs faster than anyone else in Astapor."

Hundreds of households believed that the Slaver's Bay War was inevitable. They were so excited that their ears turned red, and they all geared up to prepare for a big fight.

But they didn't want to form an alliance with Cleon the Butcher, so they said those joking words, making everyone laugh.

Meng Ge nodded slightly, and Nohat, who received his instruction, stood up suddenly and shouted to the hundreds of households around him:

"Masters, listen! Astapor's envoy is about to come in. Next, no one is allowed to use contempt or vulgar words to describe King Tu-Kleon."

"However, there must be something you want in Slaver's Bay, and it can be given by King Cleon. I beg you to speak directly. We can neither humiliate the messenger nor let you become Dothraki without gifts."

After hearing what Nohat said, hundreds of households looked at each other in shock, but Ofer smiled, bowed deeply to Meng Ge, and said loudly:

"I don't dare to accept gifts from foreigners, but since you asked me to just speak, I can still speak out boldly."

Immediately, he turned around again, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, put his hand on his chest, and said to everyone:

"I heard that Slaver's Bay is one of the richest areas in the world. The materials used by slave owners to decorate their robes and lace are valuable. Even their houses and steps are hung with silk lanterns. , Astapor is also known as the Unsullied."

"Now, these wealth and warriors have fallen into Cleon's hands. You know, if we reach an agreement to send troops, it will be us Dothraki who will face the bloodshed and sacrifice."

Mengge looked at Ofer's back and didn't say anything, but his whole body exuded a fierce aura. Regarding the situation in Slaver's Bay, he had already made a decision to send troops.

This is a good opportunity for external expansion. He cannot let down the slaves who are looking forward to him, and at the same time, he cannot affect his glorious image and excellent status in their hearts.

The only thing that hinders him is Cleon the Butcher. As long as he is alive, he has the justice of the slave uprising. Not only can no one deal with him casually, but his interests and legitimacy must be protected.

But Meng Ge had already had a plan in his mind. As long as the Butcher's various behaviors and ruling methods were made public, he would be dismembered and his death would be restless.

Therefore, he cannot just watch the other party lose all his planned wealth, but must always find a way to recover some of it first.

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Outside the pyramid hall of Vaes Dothraki, Astapor's messenger Gale stood motionless on the steps, waiting quietly for the summons of the great Khal.

He looked at the golden bricks reflected under his feet. Although the building in front of him was not as huge as the 400-foot-tall pyramid of Astapor, it was not stained with blood-red spots and stinging pain.

It was said that the color was dyed with the blood of slaves who died from the fatigue of construction. In fact, he did not know that the entire holy city was also built by slaves.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of heavy footsteps, a group of tall armored warriors came over. They loudly announced on the spot that they would allow the Astapor envoy to visit.

Immediately, under their gazes, Gale couldn't wait to hurry up the steps.

Soon, his black figure gradually shrank, looking like a rotten withered grass swaying in the wind under the setting sun, but for some reason, it seemed to give people the feeling of looking at a deep lake from a high place. .

Gale stopped outside the door, carefully arranged his gorgeous robe, and gradually became calm and calm.

He walked in calmly and found himself standing in an oval hall. In the center was a huge high throne. Although it was not gorgeous and spectacular, the person sitting on it had an oppressive aura.

By the blazing light of the torch, Gale immediately saw the huge and majestic figure of the great Dothraki Khal. His eyes were as sharp and sparkling as the blades under the rising sun, containing profound wisdom.

Ofor stood at the door and welcomed the Astapor envoy in the Valyrian language of the Slaver's Bay, leading him to the throne on the high platform.

The two sides of the hall were filled with mighty Dothraki warriors, all of whom were very serious. When Gael passed by them, these people turned their heads without saying a word and looked at him mockingly.

Because, to them, Gael, who was pale, had a pointed face, a mouth full of rotten teeth, but wore a lot of jewelry, was like a foreign flatterer clown who wanted to flatter the great khal.

But what he was about to face was a wise king who didn't like sweet talk. He would never get any favor and could only throw himself into the gray world helplessly.

Gael ignored these looks. He was once a slave and now an envoy of King Cleon. Thinking of this, his walking posture became more tough, with a momentum of not caring about humiliation and sacrificing his life.

At this moment, Mongol pointed to the seat closest to the platform with the same etiquette as an emperor receiving envoys from friendly countries, and said very cordially:

"Welcome! Gael from Astapor, the envoy of King Cleon, please sit here!"

Hearing this, Gael's footsteps paused instantly, and the extremely heavy momentum dissipated. He hurried to the front of the platform, bowed deeply and saluted, and said respectfully:

"Hello, the hope of slaves all over the world, the liberator, the great Khal of Dothraki! I am sent by the King of Astapor, the Savior Cleon, to visit you!"

Mongol smiled kindly, still looking at Gael's eyes very cordially, and said:

"I heard that the good masters of Astapor treat slaves particularly cruelly. Judging from your appearance, these years have been really heavy for you!"

"But, whether it is good or bad, their sinful end is coming soon. Put down your burden for the time being! Let's talk."

After Gael took his seat, Mongol looked at everyone and spoke again, His voice was as deafening as thunder, but very low:

"The grief of countless slaves in Astapor is unforgettable, and their sacrifice is irreparable. Without their efforts, the oppressed people in other city-states will never see the dawn of hope."

"This is the beginning of a dark but more united era, and the beginning of a new friendship between Dothraki and Astapor, and slaves all over the world!"

"Messenger Gael, please tell me, where are your leaders Cleon and George, and where are the slave warriors? Because I really want to talk to them, if they fall into the enemy's fence, I am willing to send troops to rescue them immediately."

"Alas!" Gael's body trembled a little, and he said sadly;

"In the Battle of the Worm River, Astapor suffered heavy losses, King Cleon was forced back to the city, countless slave warriors died under the enemy's blade, and the same was true for Pastor George, who did not escape the battlefield."

"Why don't you know about this at all?" Mongo became very surprised and excited, and asked deliberately.

"The danger is so close behind us that we almost forget the grief in our hearts. We didn't tell anyone about this before because we were worried that it would affect the determination of slaves in other regions to revolt. George is our mentor. He led us to regain our freedom. Without his sacrifice, we would never have escaped the Worm River."

Gael began to tremble and sob while recounting the whole story.

Mongol looked at the hypocritical tears of the other party and felt sick. He gradually determined that George's death and the defeat in the Worm River were closely related to Cleon's vicious plan. Based on the intelligence information sent back by Bono from the Slaver's Bay, he speculated on the whole process.

In that slave uprising, there was another leader who was not well-known to the outside world-George. After successfully capturing Astapor, he had a disagreement with Cleon over the establishment of the Great Council.

In the Battle of the Worm River, Cleon forced George to lead the warriors who supported him to fight, and was eventually defeated by the coalition forces of Meereen and Yunkai.

Cleon, who retreated back to the city, claimed that the parliament was trying to restore the rule of the good rulers and colluded with the enemies to kill George. With the support of the people, he massacred the parliament and proclaimed himself king.