The people of the Wahala tribe on the prairie want to compete with the starlight.
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.
The 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 being prepared on the arena is the equestrian competition.
There are a total of thirty people participating this time.
There were actually 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 has been a long time since they have seen anyone able to pose such a challenge.
The rest of the Valhalla warriors have already arrived in the arena.
They looked towards the dark and profound entrance with respectful eyes, they were all 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.
Thumb! Thumb! Thunk!
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 whole arena was as enthusiastic as a mountain and 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 that 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 use your full strength in this competition, 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 end point 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."
"Let me tell you, the first one to reach the finish line wins, no matter what method is used."
"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!"