The horse galloped, its hooves trampled across the grass, and splashed up a cloud of soil mixed with grass.
The horses were covered with thick wool felt, and the armored warriors waved the sharp blades in their hands, which were weapons used in real life-and-death fights.
However, these deadly weapons are not used to kill each other. Those watermelons placed on wooden stakes are the real targets.
Seeing this interesting arrangement, Enleco had to admit the cleverness and wisdom of the Montita people.
The watermelon resting on the wooden stake is indeed very similar to a human head, and the liquid that splashes out when the watermelon is chopped looks very much like blood.
However, there is no trace of violence or blood in all this, and people watching the game will only find it interesting.
Another thing that amazed Enleco was that with these watermelons, it was indeed easy to distinguish the skills of those warriors who were running wildly on horseback and slashing with swords.
A watermelon placed on a wooden stake will fall off at the slightest touch. It is not easy to cut it open.
What's more, although the galloping war horses gave the warriors on the horses amazing speed, it also made it very difficult to grasp the timing of the attack.
Enleco looked at the horses passing by, and at the warriors on the horses who drew their swords as fast as lightning. He now finally understood why he only had one light cavalry regiment, and it was obviously weaker than other countries. The much stronger Montita Kingdom was able to repel the attacks of the most powerful Kaoqi Kingdom on the continent countless times.
Although the martial arts of these warriors in front of him were nothing in his eyes, even the Kingdom of Leiding had warriors whose numbers and martial arts far exceeded theirs.
However, when one day arrived on the battlefield, this kind of clean martial arts coupled with the brave and tough temperament of the Montita people, as well as the indomitable will tempered by the storm and wolves, this is indeed an army that is difficult to defeat. An indestructible army.
Listening carefully to the sound of the sword slashing through the air, Enleco could clearly distinguish the skill level of those warriors galloping on horseback.
"This batch is really bad." Suddenly, Xiao Kangdan said disapprovingly.
Enleco glanced at the little guy, who was hanging on the railing like a monkey and looking into the distance, with an eager expression on his face.
Enleco knew that what the little guy said was indeed true. Although he could not make the two little guys into real masters in such a short period of time, Chris's terrifying magic experiment could no longer make him a real master. Coupled with the martial arts inherited from Tomur, the two little guys really have the ability to speak big words when facing these ordinary warriors.
If you want to defeat these two little guys, you probably need to at least reach the level of Milinda's subordinates.
After all, Chris conducted this somewhat inhumane and terrifying experiment in order to create a powerful army in a very short period of time.
This kind of thing is not without precedent. Those famous legions in the Magic Empire era are the goals that Chris pursues and even surpasses.
In Enleco's view, Chris has almost achieved her goal, and Lila and Xiao Kangdan are the best proof.
The two of them can hardly be regarded as human beings. They can definitely be called living weapons created for fighting, just like the goblins created by the demons during the ancient war between gods and demons.
Enleco didn't know whether this meant luck or misfortune for Xiao Kangdan, but he knew at least one thing - Xiao Kangdan was very strong.
Suddenly a piece of watermelon flew over, and the soldier who passed by obviously failed to control his strength.
Enleco ducked aside almost subconsciously.
The reactions of Xiao Kangdan and Lila were completely different. They both took action.
The piece of watermelon was broken into two halves out of thin air.
The two siblings looked at each other and smiled, and immediately began to eat the watermelon with relish.
"Master, now I realize why you are so powerful but so timid. You are always hiding here and there." Xiao Kangdan said while gnawing on the watermelon.
These blunt words made Enleco feel a fever on his face. He didn't know whether this was a childish expression or the little guy's heartfelt contempt.
Maybe I am really too good at avoiding, and maybe unknowingly, avoiding has become the first strategy I think of when making a decision.
The competition is still going on. The competition of galloping horses and slashing watermelons has obviously eliminated a large number of contestants.
Anyone whose cuts are not neat or whose cut watermelons are obviously different in size are losers.
These losers led their horses dejectedly toward the gap in the fence. They had lost the qualification to continue the competition, and they were destined to miss the championship.
The people who gathered around to watch the competition did not even mock them. Apparently, in the Montita Kingdom, even mockery and ridicule were only given to players with a certain level of strength.
The warriors who stayed on the field handed over the sharp and deadly weapons in their hands to the tribesmen, and they picked up the wooden weapons prepared for them by the conference.
There are various weapons placed on one side of the arena, including long swords, daggers, chains, and sticks, but the most popular weapon is the scimitar, which is the favorite weapon of the people of the Montita grassland.
In addition, there were a pile of shields piled high on the ground, but only one or two players picked up the shields, while most of the players dismissed it.
A referee slowly walked over, holding a bunch of bamboo sticks in his hand.
Each player took a piece of bamboo stick and painted it with color.
The colors red and blue represent the two camps.
"If the rest are all warriors holding bamboo sticks of one color, how to determine the champion?" Enleco asked.
"It is impossible for such a thing to happen. The referee will draw lots to select players from the side with more people and add them to the side with less people."
The little girl explained: "If the number happens to be an odd number, the referee will expel the person with the worst performance in order to match the number of people between the two sides."
As he was talking, a loud sound of gong heralded the start of the official competition.
This time, the crowd of onlookers seemed to be boiling. Shouts and shouts were roaring around like thunder. Everyone was shouting and jumping excitedly, as if they were also fighting in the arena with galloping horses.
The battle method of light cavalry is extremely fast and simple. The two teams of war horses pass each other and pass each other. The clash of weapons only occurs at the moment when the horses intersect.
The winner is also decided in an instant, and the loser immediately falls off his horse.
Although the racers were wearing thick woolen felt armor and helmets made of iron wire on their heads, and the weapons that hit them were not sharp metal swords, the horses galloping by gave the wooden swords a shocking effect. of striking power.
Because of this, injuries are inevitable for those who lose.
However, these Montita warriors obviously knew how to minimize injuries. Most of them stood up from the ground immediately, and only a few of them were carried off the field by others.
The queue was rearranged, and now there were obviously many fewer people on one side. Just as the little girl said, the referee holding a bamboo stick appeared on the field again.
The two combatants were reorganized on both sides, and with the sound of another gong, the horses galloped towards each other again.
Amidst the "dong dong" sound of wood interlacing, someone fell off the horse again...
Although the martial arts of these warriors were far inferior to those of Leiding's warriors, Enleco felt even more thrilling.
Maybe it's because Leiding's martial arts is too focused on personal skills, and the level of martial arts almost determines everything.
This place is more like a real battlefield. Martial skills are only one of the factors that determine victory or defeat. Persistence for victory and strong will to fight also occupy an important position.
Enleco looked at the final winner. In his opinion, although the difference was not so obvious, the loser obviously had more superb martial arts. However, the former was in his prime, both in physical strength and will. The two are obviously no longer in their peak period. Although they look only a few years apart, the difference in age obviously determines the outcome of the battle.
Looking at the loser's depressed expression, Enleco could almost guess what he was thinking. For the man who was no longer at the top, he had lost the chance to make a comeback.
A loud gong pulled Enleco's will back to the playing field again.
To his surprise, the crowd around him was already shouting before the game started.
"Damn it, hasn't this guy stopped participating in the competition a long time ago? Why did he come out to join in the fun this time? He no longer needs the title of champion to add glory to him, and his league definitely does not have to worry about not being able to gain a foothold in Grant. They occupy Looking at the richest grass nearby, why does this guy come back?" The little girl murmured to herself.
Enleco glanced at the two little guys. Both Lila and Xiao Kangdan frowned.
"I'm afraid Bashan won't be able to get what he wants this time. I hope he won't get injured and maybe he can win a championship in other competitions." Xiao Kangdan said with a frown.
"Can you explain it to me?" Enleco asked softly.
Lila pointed to a middle-aged man with a beard in the distance and said: "That guy is Gangta of the Magyar League, a very famous warrior on the grassland. With his strength, he can definitely enter the Unicorn. He even After defeating several unicorn captains, the City in the Cloud once gave him a formal invitation, but he refused this honor."
"Why?" Enleco asked in surprise.
"The Magyar League was originally just a larger tribe like us. It was precisely because of his existence that it became the size it is now. He has dominated several competition championships for five consecutive years. With this incident, The tribe obtained a piece of grassland that has been passed down from generation to generation. He gave up his position as patriarch and made several other large-scale tribes form an alliance with him. The Magyar League is the fastest growing tribe on the grassland," Lila said.
"However, since the Magyar tribe formed an air alliance, Gangta has stopped participating in the competition. He has almost become a memory of the past. It is precisely because no one thought that he would come back that the clan leader believes that Bashan has great hope this time." Xiao Kangdan interrupted, looking worried.
"Is such a legend also allowed to participate in the competition? Isn't this too unfair?" Enleco asked softly.
"This does not violate the rules. The conference only prohibits unicorn members and elders from participating. Anyone else can show their talents here."
Lila sighed and said: "It's just that there are very few people like Gunta who have the strength to enter the City in the Clouds but give up this opportunity."
Hearing this, Enleco nodded repeatedly, and he turned to look at the legendary figure named Yang Prairie.
The middle-aged man had a tall body, and his chest and shoulders were so thick that Enleco was envious. His eyes were bright, and he was more majestic than the soldiers of the Unicorn Cavalry Regiment.
The sound of the gong heralded the start of the game, but everyone's attention was focused on the middle-aged man.
When it was his turn to take the field, the noise resounded throughout the entire stadium, as if everyone was already celebrating the middle-aged man's victory.
But for Enleco and the two little guys, what really matters is his strength.
What amazed Enleco was the middle-aged man's superb riding skills, as well as the horse he was riding.
The war horses are so majestic that they run as if they are gliding in the air, appearing so smooth and steady.
The sound of the horse's hooves was clear and sweet, without any messy sound, and the splashed mud shot straight to the rear, unlike other war horses that splashed everywhere when they galloped.
The middle-aged man's attack was equally powerful. The scimitar flew past like a gust of wind, cutting the watermelon flatly into two halves. The cut watermelon still fit tightly, so that most onlookers didn't understand it and were all stunned. Staring blankly at those intact watermelons.
But when the referee gently separated the watermelon, the noisy cheers sounded again,
"I'm afraid Bashan is in danger." Xiao Kangdan said with a frown.
Lila's expression also concealed deep helplessness and regret.
The two little guys were so unhappy there that they were not in the mood to continue watching the game.
However, the result of this round of competition was as everyone expected. The burly middle-aged man achieved absolute victory.
"He's not strong." Xiao Kangdan pursed his lips and said, "But I'm afraid Bashan has no chance. It would be better if he drank that potion."
"I'm afraid those potions won't work on your brother. Fortunately, you didn't try to steal those potions from my wife, otherwise your brother would have died long ago."
Enleco could completely hear the implication of the little guy's words, and he could even hear the hint of regret.
Obviously these children on the grassland do not regard stealing as a bad thing. It is also one of their ways to survive. Of course, it is a last resort.
The gong sounded again, and this time among the crowd, Enleco saw Bashan's figure,
The two little guys immediately climbed up the railing and shouted loudly to attract attention.
Their shouts attracted Bashan's attention, and he gently raised the scimitar in his hand and waved towards them.
The scimitar shone in the sunlight, and Enleco recognized it at a glance as the weapon he had made for Xiao Kangdan.
Obviously the patriarch is determined to win the game. Enleco knows how difficult it is to let Xiao Kangdan bear the pain. Even if he just lends his beloved weapon to his brother for a day, Xiao Kangdan will probably find it difficult to let go.
The three people stood outside the fence and looked at the field. They looked forward to Bashan's excellent results.
The racers rode their horses one after another.
They swung their blades across the stakes.
The cut watermelon flew in all directions, but this time there was no sound among the crowd.
Obviously, the middle-aged man's appearance ended the game early, and no one had any doubts about the final winner.
However, the enthusiasm of Enleco and the three of them has not diminished at all. When the Bashan knights mounted their horses, the little girl raised her brother high, while Xiao Kangdan made his hands like trumpets, and his loud shouts even covered the The horse's hooves treading the ground.
This was the first time Enleco saw Bashan wielding a sword. Although the sword was like lightning, there was no sound of wind. It was obvious that Bashan had mastered the most basic characteristics of the martial arts left by Tomur.
The sharp knife that cut out rapidly did not tremble or tilt at all, just like a swift flying close to the ground, passing by lightly.
There was no sound, not even any movement. When the war horse flew past, the watermelon placed on the wooden stake did not move at all.
The boos sounded from all directions, completely different from the scene after the middle-aged man brandished his knife.
Even the two referees shook their heads, obviously they didn't see the mystery.
Only Enleco and the three of them really understood that sword. After all, their martial arts skills had already surpassed the realm of that sword.
"There seems to be some hope." Lila said softly. She didn't know whether she was telling her true thoughts or just comforting herself.
"It's impossible. If Bashan hadn't used my scimitar, his shots might not be as clean as they are now. But with his martial arts skills, he might not lose to Gangta, but coupled with the influence of his riding skills and war horses , I am afraid it will not be easy to win." Xiao Kangdan frowned and said, his eyes even surprised Enleco.
"This is not fair. The Magyar League is rich in good horses. They have the best horses on the grassland." Xiao Kangdan couldn't help shouting.
Enleco cast a questioning look at the little girl.
Lila nodded and said softly: "Among the several tribes that joined the Magyar League, one tribe was originally famous for raising horses. Because of this, everyone in the Magyar League has become a good horse breeder. In addition, they originally had the best horse breeds, and they owned the richest grassland near Grant. For more than ten years, the Magyar League has become the place where Montita produced the best war horses. These excellent war horses consolidated the Magyar League. alliance status."
"You just said that the tribes on the Montita grassland can prosper by relying on some unique skills. Is this what you are referring to?" Enleco asked.
"Yes, the tribes that can be called allies on the grassland all have their own unique skills. Because of this, they can monopolize fixed grasslands and water sources."
The little girl said, her expression full of envy and jealousy.
The first round of the competition ended quickly. Generally speaking, there will be no doubts about the first batch of eliminations, but this time it was a little special. Bashan was obviously very dissatisfied with the referee's decision.
The crowd of onlookers once again booed, but the boos disappeared without a trace the moment one of the referees touched the watermelon.
The referee's eyes widened in surprise as well. With a flick of his finger, the watermelon was divided into two flat pieces from the middle.
The cut surface was so smooth and flat that not even a trace of juice spilled out. What surprised the referee most was that one of the seeds was also neatly divided into two halves.
Loud cheers sounded again.
The onlookers were all in high spirits. For them, this was obviously a rare scene.
In their opinion, the new brave man definitely has the power to challenge the former champion.
Everyone is looking forward to the decisive battle between the old and new warriors.
The legendary old champion has always been invincible on the field.
While everyone admires his bravery, they always feel a little regretful.
Now a player who is good enough to challenge the old champion has appeared, and everyone is looking forward to seeing a fight between the dragon and the tiger.
But among these people, Enleco and the pair of siblings are definitely not included.
When there were boos, they were full of enthusiasm, but when the cheers echoed across the grassland, they gradually became calm.
"There will be opportunities in the future."
Enleco gently patted the shoulders of the siblings, but he knew very well that this was not a good comfort.
In silence, the three people ushered in the second round of the competition, and this time Bashan showed his true martial arts.
Tomur's technique does not advocate strength, speed and reaction are the real keys.
Bashan has obviously gained some insights, his sword skills are fast and powerful.
Although there are still many shortcomings and flaws in the eyes of the two little guys, for ordinary racers, Bashan is already an invincible and powerful enemy.
Enleco's view of Bashan is not much different from his view of the prince - the foundation is good, but his skills are not very mature.
"Your brother seems to have practiced martial arts very hard." Enleco said softly: "He has a good foundation."
"Every boy in Prairie Shanghai has practiced martial arts assiduously. Becoming a unicorn is everyone's highest dream." The little girl said softly from the side, and the little guy nodded in affirmation.
"His understanding of martial arts is also very good, but he lacks time and further practice." Enleco said softly.
"Will have the opportunity next time."
Enleco patted the two little guys on the shoulders again. For the first time, he truly treated the two people as disciples, instead of asking them to help him hide his identity.
As time passed, the onlookers gradually became impatient. They were eager to see a real battle, and the only one that could meet the standards in their minds was the decisive battle between the two old and new warriors.
The noise became less powerful and the boos became more frequent.
While everyone was waiting anxiously, each competition finally passed, and the twenty winners stood in front of everyone.
A champion will emerge among these people, but except for Bashan and the middle-aged man, no one thinks that anyone else has a chance of winning.
The referees obviously understood this as well, and they did not want the two strongest warriors to unfortunately meet in the middle of the game.
The worst possible outcome would be to lose both sides.
If something like this happens, letting someone who doesn't deserve the championship win the final victory is definitely not something that everyone wants to see.
The Montita people are extremely persistent in winning, and they have a unique understanding of justice.
After deliberation for a while, the referee finally decided to have another knockout match before the final.
More stakes were driven into the field, this time not all on one side.
The basket in the middle of the wooden piles is a corridor for horses to pass, and the watermelon is placed on the wooden piles again.
No one listened carefully to the referee's explanation. Everyone knew what they had to do, and the purpose was obvious.
The racers, one by one, had knights and horses, and they rushed towards the stakes again, but this time it was much more difficult.
"If it is cut flat, one of the watermelons on the two wooden stakes on the left and right will probably miss one. If it is split from the middle, it may not be easy to hit the target on a galloping horse." Lila murmured to herself.
"Do you care about this?" The younger brother squinted at his older sister and said disapprovingly.
The latter immediately gave him a hard blow on the head. "I'm worried about Bashan." The little girl said angrily, and suddenly she returned to her usual fierce tomboy appearance.
"Can't you just talk to me? Why are you knocking me again? You are so cruel and careful that Le Creuse doesn't want you anymore." The little guy muttered.
The last sentence was obviously extremely fatal to Lila. She looked at Enleco timidly, her hands lowered honestly, completely different from the fierce look just now. Now she is so well-behaved. Like a little sheep.
"Don't underestimate Bashan. It's not difficult for him to deal with these things." The little guy climbed up the railing and looked at the arena with interest.
Just as he was talking, the middle-aged man was already riding a war horse.
The magnificent war horse rushed out like lightning.
Even Enleco had to admire this middle-aged man's confidence.
In his opinion, the best thing to do in this situation is to slow down the horse appropriately.
The faster the horse runs, the harder it is to take action.
The middle-aged man was indeed extremely confident in his martial arts skills. He was seen waving the scimitar in his hand and slashing left and right.
Enleco clearly saw that each knife split the watermelon on the stake into two halves from the center, but the swift and unparalleled attack kept the watermelon in its original shape.
"Based on his strength, this guy is above Bashan." The little guy frowned and said worriedly.
Enleco nodded slightly. Although he did not fully understand Bashan's strength, it was quite remarkable that the middle-aged man could practice sword skills to such an extent.
Among the warriors he knew in Cloud City, those with such strength were probably qualified to be called elders. No wonder the little guy just said that this person has defeated several unicorn captains.
This middle-aged man indeed has such strength. The referees rushed to the wooden stakes and looked at the watermelons one after another. All the watermelons were cut in half, not to mention the superb knife skills that kept them separated.
The racers at the back of the queue knowingly abstained and stepped aside. Now they just want to be spectators, not compete with the ever-victorious champion.
No one thought there was anything shameful about this, and the stadium was completely silent.
The only one left was Bashan, who gently drew out his scimitar. The scimitar shone brightly in the sunlight, and no one dared to look at it with its golden brilliance.
Bashan waited quietly for the referees to put the watermelon back on the wooden stakes. He gently waved the scimitar and moved his arms.
When everything was ready, Bashan also tried his best to mobilize the horses. He doesn't care about failure, but he definitely doesn't want anyone to look down upon him.
Tomur's martial arts skills are not brilliant and showy, and because of this, his moves are far less impressive than those of a middle-aged man.
The scimitar telescopes, retracts, circles and cuts out. Just as Xiao Kangdan said, these are not a problem for him at all.
The same two rows of watermelons passed by, just as quietly, and the same neatly arranged there.
But this time, no one booed, only bursts of exclamation. This time, too, there was no controversy. The referees took the initiative and ran towards the wooden stakes.
The same knife technique that separates and never separates amazed all onlookers.
But only Enleco and the two brothers and sisters frowned slightly, because they knew very well that without the scimitar, more than half of the watermelons would definitely be separated.
Everyone is waiting for the final battle. Everyone wants to see who is better between the two strong men.
Bashan was also eager to try. He was about to hand the scimitar to the assistant next to him and walked towards the corner where the wooden sword was placed.
"Please wait a moment, young warrior of the Naiwu tribe, I have a suggestion." The middle-aged man suddenly raised his voice and said.
Bashan stopped in confusion. He walked towards the middle-aged man and asked, "Dear Gangta, my name is Bashan, and I am respectfully listening to your advice."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Young man, you should know very well that I have not participated in the competition for many years. Do you know the purpose of my comeback?"
Bashan didn't answer. He didn't know the answer, but he knew that the other party would answer the question himself.
"I'm here for the sword in your hand. As the rumors say, this is indeed a magic weapon. I want to have a bet-worthy game with you." The middle-aged man said with a louder voice.
Upon hearing this suggestion, the crowd watching the game made a roar, and only Xiao Kangdan looked panicked.
"No, you can't bet with my sword." The little guy said with a crying voice.
Enleco turned back to look at Lila and asked in confusion: "Is this allowed to happen in the game?"
The little girl nodded and answered in the affirmative: "Both sides in the decisive battle can make such a request. The party that refuses will be considered to have voluntarily admitted defeat. Generally speaking, this will bring shame to the racer and the tribe to which the racer belongs, but Bashan But there is a good reason, because the scimitar does not belong to him."
"Isn't this too unfair?" Enleco felt even more confused. In his impression, the Montita people had always been fair.
"No, generally speaking, the party making the suggestion must put up double the wealth as a bet, and the challenged tribe also has the right to change players. Of course, the premise is that the rules of the game cannot be violated. Unicorn members and The elder is definitely not among the replacements." The little girl said while looking at Enleco.
Of course Enleco understands what Lila means, but this will make his position difficult.
Although it is not without a remedy, if Dak claims that he is the little guy's master, no one will dare to doubt it.
And Enleco is also confident that he can convince Dak. With their friendship, this will definitely not be a problem.
Lila lowered her head and did not dare to look at the master again. She once again felt hesitant and dilemma, while Xiao Kangdan stared with round eyes. Only someone with a hard heart like Chris would be indifferent to this.
"Let's take a look at the situation first. There is really no other way. I will make another scimitar for you, guaranteed to be more perfect than this one." Enleco said softly.
"Master, I will not go against your wishes." Xiao Kangdan said through gritted teeth.
Tears flowed from his eyes, "However, I must say that this is simply avoidance. This is your usual style. This time it is Gangta of the Magyar League, and next time it may be someone else. Don't you always Forging a scimitar for me every time will only bring us endless trouble. I want to tell you, Master..."
Xiaokang Dan pursed his lips and swallowed the rest of his words.
But Enleco guessed that was definitely not a good thing to say.
The little guy's words made him feel deeply ashamed, and the way Lila lowered her head and remained silent made him even more amazed.
Enleco knew very well that what the little guy said was absolutely correct, and he knew it deeply.
A large part of his endless misfortune is due to his talents. Whether he is the emperor of the Kaoqi Kingdom or the chief controller, in their eyes, he is probably nothing more than a pile of treasures that can be taken for granted.
Enleco even doubted whether he had more or less such views in the eyes of Xi Ling and Chris.
And this is where his real sadness lies.
Enleco gently touched Xiao Kangdan's head and said softly: "I don't want to stop you from doing anything anymore, but I just hope you can restrain yourself."
The two little guys were obviously shocked. They looked at their master blankly.
Suddenly the two little guys jumped up and hugged Enleco's neck.
In the center of the distant arena, four divine horses were led over by a little girl about the same age as Lila.
"This is the bet of the Magyar League. These four horses are the best horses selected on the grassland of the Magyar League. They have the same bloodline as the war horse I am riding. Young man, you can try to ride it. Ichiban, let’s see if these four horses are as good as I said.” The middle-aged man said loudly.
Enleco was once again puzzled. He glanced at the two little guys and asked in a low voice: "Is this a double bet?"
Enleco has always been quite vague about the value of swords, but he has never forgotten the price of the magic sword that he didn't think was very good at the auction in the Kingdom of Leiding.
Therefore, in his impression, a good weapon is very valuable.
"There must be two males and two females among those four horses, which means that the bet that Gangta took out is the most precious horse breed in their tribe." Xiao Kangdan said softly, both he and his sister looked extremely solemn. .
"With horse breeds, there will be groups of good horses, and every tribe with good horses regards their horse breeds as treasures that cannot be touched. The bet of the Magyar League is the same as that scimitar. It's simply impossible to estimate." Lila also explained at the side.
Suddenly the middle-aged man clapped his hands, and the little girl who was holding the horse slowly walked over. She glanced at Bashan's horse, and suddenly turned her wrist, revealing two extremely slender silver thorns. Needle,
Before everyone could wake up, two silver needles had already been pierced into the chest of the war horse.
The war horse neighed, staggered for two steps and then suddenly fell down.
No one knows why the legend on the grassland did this, but no one, not even Bashan, questions this, because the former champion is obviously not the kind of despicable and shameless person who likes to do things in secret.
To be able to become a legend, at least there will be no criticism in his character.
But no one knew what he wanted to do, the only exception was himself and the little girl.
The little girl quickly pulled out the silver needle and pricked the horse's abdomen and neck a few more times.
There was another neigh, and the war horse that had fallen to the ground suddenly stood up. It looked even more energetic than before.
"That girl is a very good veterinarian, could it be..." Lila murmured to herself, her eyes widening in surprise.
"If my great-grandfather were here, he would definitely take the bet."
Xiao Kangdan sighed heavily and continued: "Such a bet is too tempting for the tribe."
"Could it be that..." Enleco looked at the two little guys blankly, "You mean, even that girl is a bet, but doesn't Montita's girl have the right to choose her lover as her husband?"
"Yes, that's why we find it incredible. I'm afraid Gunta has put a lot of thought into it. It's not easy to make a girl give up this only power, unless that girl is a slave he owns." Lila said softly.
But what the middle-aged man said immediately rejected her idea.
"Young man, you have seen that my daughter has excellent skills, and I regard her as one of my bets. Are you willing to accept the challenge?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"Dear Gunta, your bet makes me excited, and competing with a warrior like you is my biggest dream. I don't lack courage, but I must declare that this sword does not belong to me, so I have no right to regard it as a bet." Bashan said confidently.
"Then find its owner and let him make the decision. Young man, your skills are quite good and you can compete with me. You must be the number one warrior in the tribe. The real decision-making power rests with me. It seems that it is still in your hands. Since that person is willing to entrust this sword to you, he must have absolute trust in you." The middle-aged man said loudly, obviously he wanted to use his sense of honor to secure Bashan Ground locked.
To the surprise of the middle-aged man, he heard another person stand up and respond to him.
What surprised him even more was that the person turned out to be a ten-year-old child, a little boy who barely crossed his knees.
"That scimitar belongs to me. I am Kangdan of the Naiwu tribe, the youngest great-grandson of the clan leader. Bashan is my brother. I am full of respect and trust for him, but I am more willing to accept your challenge myself. I will use this scimitar as a bet to win your divine horse and beautiful daughter." Xiao Kangdan walked towards the center of the arena.
At this moment Enleco decided to stand aside and think about remedial measures in his heart.
Maybe you have to say hello to Dak as soon as you return to the City in the Cloud. Maybe it would be more appropriate to let Lila go back and say hello first.
Although Enleco was thinking about remedies in his mind, he was not angry at Xiao Kangdan's self-assertion.
This was the first time in his life that he truly felt like a teacher, instead of just a kind of vanity like when he faced the magicians who asked for advice from him in Stryer County.
The feeling of being a teacher is really interesting. Enleco smiled softly from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know if Victor felt this way at the beginning, but he was determined to be at least better than Victor, let alone like Kelly. Silk like that.
Enleco looked at everything in front of him with a smile, and Lila standing behind him took a long breath,
The little girl is finally relieved now, she no longer has to worry about being in a dilemma.
Lila could definitely see the change in the person she loved deeply, and this change made her heart beat.
Almost at the same moment, she also made up her mind. Although it did not mean abandoning the tribe, she would never completely obey her great-grandfather's orders again, and she would never go against her master's wishes again.
She wants to be a real wife.
Everyone who heard Kang Dan's words in the middle of the arena laughed so hard that they couldn't breathe.
Nothing could be more comical to them.
A ten-year-old kid actually wants to challenge a champion that no one has ever defeated.
"I admire your courage, little one, but I have to at least preserve the dignity I have for myself. Fighting with you will probably destroy the last bit of my prestige. You are so young and have no ability to crawl into my daughter's belly." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Bashan glanced into the distance, and he saw Le Creuse nodding slightly. Bashan was also quite surprised, but what surprised him was that Le Creuse would actually make such a decision. Such is the character of Le Creuse!
Although he was surprised, Bashan's restless heart finally calmed down. He slowly walked up to Xiao Kangdan and handed the scimitar in his hand to his younger brother.
"According to the rules, I ask the referee to allow me to replace my brother." Bashan said solemnly.
Laughter was immediately replaced by surprise.
Everyone looked at Bashan blankly, even the former champion who had never tasted a defeat.
"Young man, are you trying to dodge, or are you insulting me? If it's the former, I'll take it as a sign of cowardice. If it's the latter, then you have to bear the anger that's burning in my heart. "The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and his voice even made the onlookers tremble.
But to everyone's expectation, Bashan remained indifferent. He carried Xiao Kangdan onto his horse, then turned back to the legendary figure and said: "Dear Gangta, there is one thing you can do. I made a mistake just now, I am not the number one warrior in the tribe, the title of number one warrior belongs to my younger brother Kang Dan."
As he spoke, he patted his mount hard, and the war horse galloped like lightning.
The war horse rushed towards the corridor made of two rows of wooden piles.
Some of the wooden piles still had half a cut watermelon on them, while some of the wooden piles were empty.
Just when everyone was confused and wondered what the two brothers from the Naiwu tribe were up to, suddenly the scimitar turned into a burst of golden light.
The golden light was so bright and dazzling that it was like two lightning bolts flying past the ground.
When the war horse passed the end of the wooden pile, everyone looked there intently.
Nothing happened again, which baffled everyone.
The only ones who knew what happened were Enleco and Lila.
There was a smile on Enleco's lips. As a master, he felt quite gratified that his disciple could achieve such an achievement.
The middle-aged man and the referees walked towards the wooden stakes, followed by Bashan who looked confused. Even he didn't see his brother's shot clearly, which made him feel deeply helpless and extremely envious at the same time.
Everyone walked towards the wooden piles with half slices of watermelon on them. In their opinion, that was the only place that would be famous.
A referee gently poked at the piece of watermelon. The watermelon spun around half a circle and stopped. There was obviously no scratch on it.
Everyone looked at each other, and just when they were about to ask Xiao Kangdan, something that shocked them finally happened.
The piece of watermelon remained motionless, but in front of everyone, the wooden stake under the watermelon cracked a neat gap in the center.
Gangta immediately broke open the wooden stake, and the crack was as smooth as the surface of a mirror.
Bashan and the referees found a wooden stake and examined it carefully.
Looks of surprise appeared on everyone's face, and Gunta, the former champion who had never met an opponent, seemed to have become older in an instant.
The tribe's tent is still exactly the same as before, and the tent where Enleco lived is also preserved, which makes Enleco feel a little warm.
What surprised him was that Lila did not go to her mother's place for a kiss as he had imagined, but was more like a guest than a daughter returning home.
The one who really looks like a daughter is actually the girl who is proficient in veterinary medicine.
Her father, the legendary man on the grassland, was having a close conversation with the clan leader in the inner room. A long time had passed and he didn't know what they were talking about.
But Enleco didn't want to care about these things. He was still thinking about how to make up for this matter perfectly.
There was so much noise in the tent that Enleco had to hide in a relatively secluded corner, while Lila knelt down next to her carefully, just like the wives.
Also hiding in the corner was Xiao Kangdan, but he obviously didn't want to be quiet so he could think.
Enleco clearly saw one of the little guy's hands inserted into the girl's thigh, between the legs.
Judging from the girl's flushed face, it was obvious that Xiao Kangdan's hand was not just inserted there.
"Wait a minute, will Xiao Kangdan be beaten with blood all over his face?" Enleco asked softly in Lila's ear.
"No, because he has this power. In fact, he has more power." The little girl replied.
"Your brother is so young, how can he exercise his power? After all, he has nothing yet." Enleco said with a smile.
To Enleco's surprise, Lila actually shook her head. She winked and whispered: "Xiao Kangdan is not nothing, at least he still has restless fingers and a flexible tongue..."
Just when the little girl was about to explain further, suddenly, the thick curtain in the inner room was suddenly opened.
The patriarch and the middleman walked out holding hands.
The old patriarch suddenly raised the two tightly clasped hands high. He said in a long and gentle tone: "I want to tell you some good news. Just a moment ago, Gangta and I jointly made a decision. We, the Naiwu tribe, have made a decision to join the Magyar League. From now on, we and all the tribes in the Magyar League are brothers."
This news was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, so the tent suddenly became silent, but cheers immediately resounded throughout the tent.