Seeing these excellent Arabian war horses, Nashadir nodded, but did not make a choice.
Seeing Nashadir's expression, Henry smiled faintly.
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. It is a 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 had not experienced the ability of this war horse once or twice.
His power is much more complicated than what Henry introduced.
I remember that when France attacked the port in Egypt, these war horses caused him a lot of trouble, and Nashadir still remembers it fresh to this day.
"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, choosing such a war horse is indeed a very difficult thing.
However, Nashadir soon discovered what had happened and moved deeper into the stable.
Both the Arabian war horses and these war horses called Serah seemed to be avoiding something.
Nashadir walked deeper and saw a black horse in the darkest place of the stable, standing 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 falls asleep.
Nashadir's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this 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 when he saw the horse that Nashadir was looking at, his expression changed slightly.
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 and frowned: "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?"
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, before you start fighting with me, you have already lost the battle."
"This war horse is a hybrid of 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."
"If you choose it, you will lose today's game because you don't have a horse."
"I don't want to win the game with you this way, it's that simple."
Upon 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 black horse who had been sleeping suddenly woke up when he felt someone intruding into his territory.
It stared coldly at the humans who had intruded into its territory, and breathed out from its nostrils.