At night in the Wahala tribe, the starry sky is bright.
The people of the Wahala tribe on the prairie compete with the stars.
They lit dense bonfires in the arena set up on the prairie, which looked even more dazzling than the stars from a distance.
The arena was quickly prepared.
For the Wahhara tribe, equestrianism is the best thing that can show a warrior.
Their Wahala tribe has a vast and fertile grassland. Their ancestors used their horses to drive away wild beasts and resist enemies, so they established their Wahala tribe on this grassland.
Therefore, it is very important for them that a warrior has comparable equestrian skills.
What is prepared in the arena is the equestrian competition.
There are a total of thirty people participating this time.
There were twenty-nine warriors from the Wahala tribe.
These people are all outstanding equestrians!
This battle attracted the attention of many people in the Wahala tribe. The entire arena was filled with people, all of whom came to pay attention to this equestrian competition.
It had been a long time since they had seen someone capable of causing such a challenge.
The rest of the Valhalla warriors have long since ascended to the arena.
They looked at the dark and profound entrance with respectful eyes, waiting for a man to appear.
The people watching the game seemed to be infected by such emotions and remained silent, looking in that direction expectantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heavy sound of horse hoofs shattered the silent atmosphere. Countless people followed the sound and saw a hand wrapped with a bandage. He was a wounded man, leading a dark war horse. He was extremely docile at the moment.
Many people don't know Nashadir, but they know the big dark horse next to him! At that moment, the entire arena was roaring with enthusiasm like a tsunami!
"ah!"
"It's that big black horse, that war horse that even the great commander can't tame."
"This stranger actually tamed it."
"I didn't expect him to be such a warrior!"
Everyone cheered suddenly, and Henry glanced at Nashadir. As a young chief, he was also extremely respected among the Wahala tribe, but at this moment, he was a little jealous.
Jealousy of an outsider.
Henry smiled and shook his head to throw away the trace of jealousy in his mind. Being able to tame this big black horse has proved Nashadir.
Jealousy is not a thought that a noble warrior should have.
"Hey, Nashadir, although you have tamed the big black horse, we will not let you go. This is the greatest respect for you from our Wahala tribe!"
Nashadir jumped on his horse, came to the same starting line with Henry, and said lightly: "Thank you."
"Please do your best in this game, but don't let me surpass you too much."
Henry laughed, and the others also laughed when they saw Nashadir holding the horse's reins with one hand.
"Nashadir, I'm afraid you still don't know the rules of this game."
"Do you see the finish line ahead?"
Nashadir looked in the direction of the speaker's finger. After going through a long race track, he saw the end point.
"It's dark now, you can't see clearly what's on this road."
"I'll tell you what, the first one to the finish line wins, no matter what."
"On this road to the end, there is no peace. He has ferocious beasts and weapons. You can use them to prevent us from approaching the end."
"Now you know, there is no way to win with one hand."
"You can't use weapons, which will be your biggest weakness. The competition in this equestrian competition is not just about speed, but about cavalry killing on the real battlefield!"
Nashadir said oh.
The man sneered and did not continue.
Henry sighed. It was true that Nashadir was a general, but he might not have realized the cruelty of this fight.
Without the ability to use weapons, he would lose a huge advantage.
Even if he conquered the big dark horse, he would only have some advantage in speed.
Henry did not continue to remind Nashadir.
With a gunshot, the game officially started.
Thirty horses ran out as fast as bullets out of their barrels, and no one was far behind.
Whoever is faster will get the weapon.
Whoever can get the weapon faster will be able to establish an advantage.
The first weapon was a long gun. For cavalry, long-handled weapons had always been their favorite before the advent of firearms.
As the saying goes, a gun is fast if you are ten steps away, but a gun is accurate and fast if you are within ten steps.
This sentence is not nonsense, it is a summary of the experience of countless cavalrymen.
Everyone was working hard at this moment, trying to make the war horses under their crotches burst out at the fastest speed, absolutely not wanting anyone else to get this weapon.
The leader at the moment is Nashadir.
But no one took him seriously. Although he was much ahead of everyone, he had no way to use this weapon.
Even if he gets it, it will be of no use.
The people behind Nashadir immediately started fighting fiercely, and no one wanted to let them get it.
This puts them further and further away from Nashadir.
Just when they scrambled to find the existence of this weapon, everyone was stunned.
Such a big spear actually disappeared.
Everyone was stunned, and then they remembered that when they were fighting just now, only Nashadir was far ahead. This guy must have taken it!
After thinking of this, everyone speeded up.
Although I don't know why Nashadir took such a long spear that he couldn't use, I must not let Nashadir continue to lead.
The final criterion for winning this game is who reaches the finish line in the shortest time.
But soon they discovered the spear from before. After everyone looked at the spear that had been broken into several pieces, they were slightly startled.
It is very puzzling why Nashadir broke the spear into several sections after getting it.
But since this is the case, everyone speeds up even more.
After a chase, everyone was surprised to see the back of Nashadir.
And right in front is the second weapon in this riding competition, the fierce bow!
This is a weapon with a long attack range.
Only warriors with superb equestrian skills can use this fierce bow.
It is difficult to quickly aim at an opponent while riding a war horse, and drawing such a fierce bow requires a very strong body.
Many warriors had to give up this weapon.
But there are also warriors who have a strong interest in such a weapon.
By this time they had caught up with Nashadir.
At this time, Nashadir had already arrived at the location of Lie Gong. According to their guess, Nashadir, who had an injured hand, would never stop and take away Lie Bow.
But what happened next made them shocked and puzzled.
