The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
The men of the Wahhara tribe were angered by Nashadir's extremely arrogant attitude, and they stared at Nashadir coldly.
"I admire your courage very much, and I hope you won't be killed by your own courage!"
"If you lose, I must let you know the price of arrogance!"
"I guarantee that an arrogant person like you will never see the sun tomorrow!"
Nashadir turned his head, glanced contemptuously at every tribal man who provoked his Wahhara, and said contemptuously: "I hope you have the ability to fulfill your promise."
Nashadir did not continue to pay attention to these people.
Henry, who was standing aside, looked at Nashadir who had made everyone angry and said: "The warriors of the Wahara tribe like to speak with strength rather than words."
Henry glanced at the tribal warriors of Wahara who were still clamoring, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you think so?"
Everyone listened immediately and looked at Nashadir with provocation in their eyes.
Henry patted Nashadir on the shoulder and said: "See you in the arena!"
Nashadir looked at Henry's leaving figure and smiled.
time flies.
Nashadir came on a camel, not a horse.
Henry then led him to choose a war horse that suited him.
Henry said: "Nashadir, such a battle is not fair to you."
"The warriors of Valhalla are very familiar with their war horses. I will provide you with the best horses in Valhalla."
"But can you tame it before the game starts?"
Nashadir smiled lightly and said, "You don't need to worry about this matter."
"You just need to provide me with a good enough war horse."
Henry did not dissuade Nashadir, he took him to the stables of Wahala.
Henry's eyes were hot. He looked at Nashadir and said excitedly: "Next, you will see the bravest war horse among the Wahhara tribe!"
"Please believe that you will never find a better war horse than our Wahhara tribe in the whole of Egypt!"
After saying this, Henry opened the stable door, and countless strong horses appeared in front of Nashadir.
Even Nashadir, who had seen many excellent war horses, was surprised by these horses in Henry's tribe.
These war horses are absolutely normal and excellent war horses in any army.
Their handsome figures seemed to have seen Nashadir riding them across the world.
"good."
Two short words have already explained Nashadir's recognition of the Wahhara tribe.
The corners of Henry's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he smiled: "Let me introduce it to you."
"These war horses here are our Arabian war horses. They have indelible blood in their blood and have very high endurance."
"Of course, what impresses us the most is their noble temperament."
"The ancestors of our tribe have used them to create miracles more than once."
Nashadir saw this group of war horses. They were not tall, and every muscle seemed to outline the most powerful lines.
Arabian War Horse This is also the war horse that Nashadir often rides.
Nashadir also has a very deep understanding of these war horses.
Seeing these excellent Arabian war horses, Nashadir nodded, but did not make a choice.
Seeing Nashadir's expression, Henry smiled lightly.
He led Nashadir to look at the war horse on the other side and introduced: "This is a war horse from France. Its name is Serra, a kind of warm-blooded horse. But don't underestimate these warm-blooded horses."
"They have a strong will. They can complete some battles that even Arabian war horses cannot complete."
Nashadir has set his sights on these war horses called Serah.
The standard war horse of the French cavalry.
Nashadir has not experienced the ability of this war horse once or twice.
His power is much more complicated than what Henry introduced.
I remember that these war horses caused him a lot of trouble when he attacked France's port in Egypt. Nashadir still remembers it till now.
"You can choose the war horse here, provided of course you can tame it." Henry said lightly.
Nashadir looked at these two breeds of horses. He was always decisive, but he hesitated when facing these horses.
Indeed, for a warrior like him, it is indeed very difficult to choose such a war horse.
However, Nashadir soon discovered what had happened and moved deeper into the stable.
Both the Arabian horses and these horses called Serah seemed to be avoiding something.
Nashadir walked deeper and saw a black horse standing in the darkest place of the stable with his eyes slightly closed.
There was the most grass in front of him, but no horse dared to get close.
Even if the horse is asleep.
Nashadir's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the dark horse for the first time.
The muscles on this dark horse are extremely powerful and beautiful, and more importantly, its unique temperament is attracting him.
Henry noticed something unusual about Nashadir.
He followed Nashadir's gaze and looked over, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the horse that Nashadir was looking at.
Henry stopped Nashadir, who was about to approach the dark horse, and said solemnly: "Hey, listen to me, if you want to win the race with me, don't choose this horse."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Nashadir glanced at Henry, frowned and said, "Why?"
"This dark horse is obviously the best war horse here. Henry, you have taken the position of the young chief as a lottery, wouldn't you be reluctant to part with a war horse, right?"
Henry shook his head and said, "No, you are wrong."
"The reason why I advise you to give up is because I want to have a serious competition with you."
"Instead of looking at you, you have already lost the battle before you started fighting with me."
"This war horse is a hybrid between an Akhal Tucker horse and an Arabian war horse. It has the most mysterious bloodline in the world. It is very noble. He seems to have endless endurance and endurance."
"But it also has a hotter temper than an Arabian war horse."
"You choose it, and you will lose today's game because you don't have a horse."
"I don't want to win a match with you this way, it's that simple."
Hearing this, Nashadir chuckled and said, "If this is the case, you can rest assured that I will tame this war horse and win the game with you."
"Coming from the bloodline of Akhatek and Arabian war horses, such horses should be the best on the battlefield!"
After saying that, Nashadir no longer ignored Henry's obstruction, opened the door, and walked in. At this time, the big dark horse who had been sleeping suddenly woke up when he felt someone intruding into his territory.
It stared at the humans who had intruded into its territory with stern eyes, and rough breath came from its nostrils.
