Harris locked eyes with Henry, his eyes sharp and fierce.
Henry frowned, seeming to be intimidated by his aura.
Nashadir stood up and said: "We don't know what you have been through, but you are indeed wielding a butcher knife at our compatriots now!"
"If you look like this, you don't even need the title of warrior, so why do you have the nerve to claim that you are a commander?"
Harris withdrew his gaze, looked at Nashadir, and stood up. His huge body almost opened the military tent.
He stepped down from above and looked directly at Nashadir.
"You have never experienced the terror of the French. If you had not given me the same experience, you would never have said such a thing."
He turned around and yelled at Henry: "Henry, do you know what happened to your father, our bravest warrior in Valhalla!"
"He was beaten to death by the French!"
"When I collected his body, he was kneeling on the ground as if begging for mercy. Not a single bone in his body was intact, they were all broken. You know what this means!"
There was a roar in Henry's head, as if he was struck by lightning.
He stared at Harris in disbelief: "It's impossible, the chief of our Wahala tribe will never die in a humiliating gesture!"
Harris laughed miserably: "If I hadn't witnessed the whole process, I wouldn't have believed it was true."
"The expression you have now is exactly the same as mine at that time, hahaha..."
Harris laughed miserably. He looked at the others and said: "And this way of death is considered good among the chiefs who refuse to cooperate."
"I have seen more cruel and horrific ways. Believe me, you definitely don't want to see such death."
Henry was silent in the sadness of his father's death, unable to extricate himself.
Nashadir glanced at him, looked at Harris and said in a deep voice: "Stop it, you are afraid of death, you can't be called a warrior at all!"
"Shut up!"
Harris pointed his finger at Nashadir and said angrily: "How could a person like you know what I've been through!"
"How can you understand the terror of the French!"
Nashadir looked at Harris's fingers and placed his hands somewhere on his waist: "Don't you want to know the answer?"
"Are you saying that I don't know what you've been through?"
"Okay, then I'll prove it to you now!"
Immediately afterwards, Nashadir took a side step and approached Harris, and he had no time to react.
Henry was stunned as he watched Nashadir aim an extremely sharp knife at Harris's vital part.
"I can tell you right now, you are no longer a warrior." Nashadir said coldly.
Harris laughed and said calmly: "What is it now?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"Look at the knife in your hand. It's so small. What harm can it do to us?"
"Don't you want to kill me with this knife?"
Nashadir smiled: "You can try it."
At this moment, Harris suddenly used his strength, turned sideways, trying to avoid Nashadir's sharp knife, and blasted Nashadir's face with both hands.
Henry looked shocked, not expecting Harris to suddenly attack.
He quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed it at Harris' head.
But the moment he pulled out his gun, the fight was coming to an end.
Henry watched as the situation reversed. Harris's vital part had been pressed with a sharp knife, but this time it was changed from the abdomen to the neck.
He should have thought that Nashadil was very good at martial arts. He had once competed with Nashadir.