People here speak all kinds of languages, only a few words that Werther can understand, but there are some words that Werther can't understand, and you can tell from the expressions of those people that they are not good words.
A wooden wine glass was thrown at Werther's head. Werther dodged with his head sideways, and the wine glass continued to fly back and hit the table behind Werther, causing the food on the table to fly and the wine to scatter on the floor.
"What bastard!" Everyone at the table had their heads splashed with food and wine. They all stood up and looked for the culprit aggressively.
Werther took two steps back and looked away, pointing at a big man at the opposite table.
The leader looked at the strong man pointed by Werther
"Brothers, beat him!"
Everyone at the table was drunk, some were shouting carelessly at the table of strong men, some picked up their chairs and rushed to the other side, and some had already thrown their cups away.
The brawny man was also a group of people. The big turtle was split open by Witte and the soup was splashed all over him. He was already very angry. The brawny man was the leader of this group of mercenaries. He threw a cup at Witte but it hit the other side.
Seeing the table opposite him shouting at him and rushing over to start a fight, he drank a lot and stood up holding his companion's shoulders. Just as he was about to speak, he was hit on the head by a wooden cup. He lost his balance and overturned the table, causing the food and wine to fall off.
Land.
Those who can make a living here are not gentle people.
The two gangs started fighting quickly, and Nymeria and Tyene gave Veidt a look, signaling that they were ready to run away.
More than a dozen people were fighting in the melee. Werther wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but the diners watching the excitement suddenly shouted
"That bastard who broke the turtle wants to run away!"
When the diners who were watching and making no move saw the three of Werther, their wine glasses and plates flew over.
Werther pulled the two women out of the way. Behind him, a man whose face was covered with vegetable soup tried to pour soup on the three of them.
Werther and the two women didn't want the clothes they had just changed to get dirty, and were a little annoyed. Werther reacted faster than he did, squeezed his hand, grabbed his clothes, lifted him up, threw him to the side, and knocked it over again.
A table full.
"It's his grandma's fault, mess with him!"
Two more tables of diners joined the fight, and more and more people gathered around to watch. In this unattended place, watching fights is a kind of fun, and happens every day.
"Ah!"
"It's this bald head!"
"Where are the people?"
"Call me!"
The soup, drinks, tables and chairs were flying everywhere, and it gradually turned into a big melee with dozens of people. Werther had to protect the clothes of the three people and avoid the juice. At the same time, anyone who was close to him had his hands and feet thrown away.
The people who flew out hit other people, all of whom were drunk, which caused more people to join the melee.
Fortunately, everyone was more restrained and did not use weapons. They all fought with fists and kicks. Those who can make a living here have been wearing swords since they were young. They know when to use them and when not to use them. Even after being beaten to a bloody head, they did not pull them out.
Weapons and fighting are only used as spices in their daily lives, and they have long been accustomed to them.
Werther dragged the two women out, throwing people around, and the people fighting would accidentally injure the audience.
"What are you looking at?"
"So what if I saw you?"
"That bastard across the street dared to steal our business last month, ah, who's going to hit me?"
The fight became bigger and bigger, and soon there were no intact tables and chairs anymore. All the diners and some onlookers started fighting. Several people fought in the restaurant kitchen, overturned the pots, and took away the kitchen utensils.
Come out and throw it around.
One person held an empty iron pot and put it on another person's head. Immediately, the people in the circle stopped fighting with each other. No matter who was in the pot, he was kicked hard.
There was another person on the ground nearby who was stuck under the broken table and couldn't move. He was trampled around by the chaotic crowd, but he didn't give up and took the opportunity to bite someone else's leg.
The restaurant owner burst into tears looking at the ruined place. In this case, he would definitely not be able to get his meal money back, and he also lost all the tables, chairs, and kitchen utensils.
"Brothers, kill these bastards!" The boss was furious and called to the shop assistants. A group of people picked up iron pots and benches and joined the melee.
Ordinary mercenaries and sailors eat vegetable soup made from animal offal, with some bread, and slaves eat black bread. Those who can come here to eat big turtles are either leaders of some mercenary groups or large fleets.
The captain's cronies, and some of them are paid businessmen, who may be inconspicuous in other places, but they are all prominent figures here.
They were beaten here, and soon some people went to report to their organization, and some came to protect their sponsors.
It didn’t take long for people from all the streets to come here and join the melee.
The newcomers remained rational at first and tried to break up the fight or pull people away, but these people refused to end the fight for the sake of face or because they drank too much. Werther kept throwing people aside, and gradually they became more angry. "I saw that the Volantis over there were displeased, so let's start a fight!"
"You bastards from Novos, I'm not afraid of you, sir! Come on, brothers!"
From a fight in a restaurant, it gradually turned into a melee involving thousands of people. There were people fighting in several nearby streets, and a steady stream of people joined in.
The surrounding merchants were affected. Some chose to close their stores quickly, while others were caught up in the melee before it was too late. Some residents living on the second floor were watching the fun while throwing debris below and hitting people, which intensified the situation.
Confusion.
Triene is usually soft and weak, but she has been practicing martial arts with her sister since she was a child.
There is no such thing as manicure now, and she can also recover spells, so every time she hits someone with her fist, she uses all her strength, and she is not afraid of others hitting her. She doesn't care that her two small fists are already bruised, just a few punches are enough
I can beat the next one down.
"Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!"
Tyene grabbed another person and beat him up.
Nymeria relied on Wirt's life-threatening special training, and her martial arts skills were already considered top-notch in the Seven Kingdoms. She let go of her hands and feet, and could knock down an enemy with every kick, and hit the upper body of the enemy with every punch.
The key is to knock someone down with one move, save your energy, and use the most efficient technique to deal with the enemy.
Werther opened the way in front of the two of them, and no matter who he met, he would catch him and throw him to both sides.
The farther away you get from the center of the incident, the less you know the cause of the incident. Those who just started to support the past can also know that it was a black-haired nobleman from Westeros with two beauties who broke the turtle in half with his bare hands.
The juice spilled and caused a fight.
When this group of people started fighting, those who joined later did not know the specific situation. Some mercenaries thought it was a duel, some fleets thought it was a conflict caused by grabbing business, and some businessmen thought it was a robbery by bandits.
The thieves began to take advantage of the chaos to steal things, and the small group rested here. The robbers also took this opportunity to attack the selected targets. The poor people also wanted to find some valuable things or food in the chaos.
The entire ruined city of Na Sa Star turned into a mess.