Other Wahalla warriors rushed past the wolves, leaving only the last distance.
They started sprinting with all their might.
Nashadir and Henry were already far ahead.
Others followed closely behind.
After passing the wolves, the unwanted position in front is the key point. Now only the two of them are left to compete to determine the final winner.
But at this moment, Henry's horse was severely damaged, although there was not a big gap between the two men in speed.
But Henry knew that if this continued, he would definitely lose the game.
But there is one last chance for Henry to turn the situation around.
There is a musket in front, hidden in the darkness. If no one can see the position of this musket during the day.
But it was dark now, and there was no bonfire lit near the musket. If not for the Wahala warriors who often participated in such competitions, no one would know the location of the musket.
For Henry, having this musket will be his last hope of victory.
Henry soon saw that Nashadir flew past the place where the muskets were, without stopping at all. It was obvious that he did not even notice where the muskets were.
Henry chased after him and picked up the musket.
And Nashadir was completely unaware of all this.
The distance between the two people was not that far, just within the range of the musket.
As long as Henry pulls the trigger, a musket bullet will definitely allow him to win this game.
He also did not have to lose his position as Young Chief.
Henry laughed, threw the musket on the ground, and stepped on it with his horse's hooves. The musket was twisted and deformed and could no longer be used.
At this time, other Wahala warriors had already caught up.
The musket is their last hope to win this game, as long as they can get the musket.
At this range, Nashadir can definitely be hit, leaving him no longer able to win this game.
But when they arrived, they only found the young chief whose speed had slowed down too much, and the musket that was so bent that it could no longer be used.
Everyone looked at Young Chief Henry and were slightly startled.
"Henry, do you want to give up your position to a stranger?"
"Although he is a warrior, and we admit it, he cannot become the young chief of our Wahala tribe."
"After all, he is still an outsider."
Henry glanced at them and smiled: "He saved my life. As you can see, when I experienced the wolf pack just now, my horse was injured, and now I have no ability to win this game."
"If you are capable enough, win this game for me and prevent Nashadir from winning this game."
Everyone's expressions turned cold as they saw that Nashadir was only less than three hundred meters away from the finish line.
They are only a hundred meters away from Nashadir.
This difference is not that big.
But Nashadir was riding a big black horse, the horse with the strongest speed and endurance among the Wahhara tribe.
Henry said: "The big black horse was also injured in the fight with the wolves just now. If you go now, you may not be able to catch up."
"Chase!"
Everyone immediately rode away. They passed through the wolves as a group, and the horses did not suffer much damage.
Looking back at Nashadir, the big black horse did suffer a lot of injuries in the fight just now, which indeed affected the big black horse's traveling speed.