Henry hurried over, and everyone looked at the place where the big black horse dropped its iron cavalry, and their expressions changed drastically.
Under the iron hooves of the big black horse, the broken wood was shattered.
There was no sign of Nashadir at all.
After seeing Nashadir's figure, everyone's eyes were filled with shock!
"Ruthless person, absolutely ruthless person!"
"Wahala welcomes such warriors. Forgive me for my arrogance and ignorance just now. You are qualified to be a friend of our Wahala tribe."
Henry clapped his hands, and everyone gave the most sincere welcome.
At this time, one of Nashadir's arms was badly damaged and bleeding, but he maintained his heroic fighting posture.
The knife in his hand had pierced the vital part of the big black horse, drawing blood, but the injury was not serious.
Just now, Nashadir used the strength of being thrown down by the big black horse to roll over and over again, but even so, he could only avoid the big black horse's cavalry.
At the cost of an arm, the knife hung over its vital part.
Horses are animals full of spirituality, let alone this big black horse.
The moment its hoof fell, it felt a stinging pain.
At this moment, it did not dare to act rashly in the eyes of everyone, as it seemed to be threatened by death.
Not daring to continue to advance rashly, in the final confrontation between one man and one horse, the big dark horse completely fell on his noble head.
It even rubbed Nashadir in a flattering way.
Nashadir put down the knife in his hand. The big black horse was still extremely docile. He reached out and touched the head of the big black horse.
Near the stables of the Wahala tribe, a roaring sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami was immediately heard.
"This horse has not been tamed by our bravest commanders in Valhalla. You are the first one to bow its head and tame it."
"Nashadir is a true warrior!"
"You will be the most respected friend of our Wahala tribe."
Henry came over and said sincerely: "General Nashadir, we admire your courage for being able to tame it."
Nashadir smiled and said: "This is just a fluke."
Henry looked at Nashadir's injured arm and said solemnly: "I am looking forward to playing with you, but it seems that this game cannot be held today."
"Your courage has won my approval. You can stay with our tribe until you recover from your injury. This will be more fair to us."
Nashadir glanced at Henry and said calmly: "The Warriors keep their promises, and our game will continue as usual tonight."
Henry raised his eyebrows and said, "But you are seriously injured now and need to rest."
Nashadir waved his hand and said directly: "Stop talking nonsense, such a small injury can be simply bandaged. Are you worried that I will win your position as the young chief tonight?"
Henry snorted coldly, stared at Nashadir and said: "We warriors of Wahhara are not afraid of any challenge."
"Even if you are injured, Nashadir, our warriors in Wahhara will never let go on the competition field."
"In your current state, there is no way you can win the fight between us. I advise you to think carefully."
Nashadir looked at him and said solemnly: "Warriors value loyalty. Tonight is tonight, and no one can break the rules."
Hearing Nashadir's answer, everyone was stunned and admired one after another.
Henry quickly glanced at the reactions of other people in the Wahhara tribe and Nashadir's firm attitude, and smiled: "Then let's decide the winner tonight,"