Chapter 1726: Challenge

At this time, Egypt.

With yellow sand filling the sky amidst the vast desert, Nashadier wore a white robe and rode a camel to continue his journey.

The purpose of his trip was the Wahala Tribe.

After walking for who knows how long, Nashadier finally saw an oasis.

This was the gathering place of the Wahala Tribe; although it was near the desert, it was more like a combination of Gobi Desert and a large oasis.

It had a Grassland that was not exactly vast, but was suitable for horses to run.

There were no mineral deposits here, let alone hard currencies like coal.

In terms of environment, survival in the Wahala Tribe was extremely difficult; after all, the living conditions here were much harder than those of the Sugela Tribe.

This place was very barren.

But from another perspective, because of the harsh environmental conditions and the scarcity of materials, those French colonists, although they had occupied this place,

did not impose any colonial rule here.

This place was very little influenced by the French, and there were not even any French living here.

The reason Nashadier chose to come here was out of consideration for these factors; otherwise, he would not have chosen to come here.

After Nashadier spent no more than half a day riding his camel, he finally arrived at the Wahala Tribe.

"I am your Chieftain Henry's friend, Nashadier."

After the Wahala Tribe guard took one look at Nashadier, he said indifferently: "Our tribe never welcomes outsiders, not even if you are Henry's friend."

Upon hearing this, Nashadier laughed.

On the way here, he had heard of the customs of the Wahala Tribe.

As the only large tribe in the vicinity, controlling the largest shelter nearby, the Wahala Tribe had always lived a self-sufficient life.

There was only one Method for outsiders to get in: challenge them and earn their trust.

Only then would they allow you to enter their tribe.

Originally, Nashadier thought this was just a rumor, but now it seemed this matter was true.

A madness flickered in Nashadier's eyes, and he said: "I have come to defeat your Young Chieftain, Henry. Call him out quickly; is he afraid to accept the challenge?"

Upon hearing this, the attitude of the Wahala Tribe people did indeed take a 180-degree turn.

"Our Wahala Warriors do not fear any challenge. Please enter; I will lead you to find the Young Chieftain."

"If he defeats you, he will take one thing from your body as the winner's prize."

Nashadier chuckled: "If I win, I will also take one thing from Henry's body as the winner's prize."

The Wahala guard did not speak; they did not believe at all that this person named Nashadier could win.

It was true that Henry was the Chieftain's son, but he had earned the title of Young Chieftain among the Chieftain's many successors by relying on his miraculous horsemanship and strength.

In their eyes, this person was simply courting death.

Two Wahala Tribe guards brought Nashadier to the deepest part of the tribe.

The other members of the Wahala Tribe looked at Nashadier's unfamiliar face and revealed scornful smiles.

According to their customs, an outsider had to defeat an adult male of their tribe.

And according to the traditions of the Wahala Tribe, the further inside the tribe one lived, the stronger their strength.

When they saw Nashadier continuing to walk toward the depths of the tribe, their expressions changed.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"He's actually still walking inside; who exactly does he want to challenge?"

"Further in, there are only three people who can be challenged, and they are the most powerful people in our tribe. This outsider is either crazy or seeking death!"

"I admire his courage,"

"but in my view, his behavior is just that of a reckless brute with courage but no strategy!"

"Hush, he has stopped..."

Nashadier had attracted many eyes along the way, and now almost half the tribe was staring at him.

Seeing the spot where he stopped, they were stunned.

He actually wanted to challenge their Young Chieftain—Henry!

"I take back what I said before; this isn't courage, he's just stupid!"

Ignoring these discussions, Nashadier stood outside the door and shouted coldly: "Henry, come out and fight!"

Bang!

Henry's tightly closed door swung open violently, and a sturdy young man walked out. His gaze was extremely sharp, just like the most ferocious beast on the Grassland.

Henry's gaze instantly locked onto Nashadier, and he revealed a provocative smile.

"Oh, Nashadier, so it's you who wants to challenge me."

Nashadier looked at him and provoked: "I have come to fulfill the promise between the two of us and settle the score with you."

A sharp glint immediately appeared in Henry's eyes, his warlike gaze undisguised.

Back at Nashadier's engagement banquet, Henry had been incredibly excited.

Nashadier's performance at the engagement banquet was far too brilliant; he had actually dared to force that French general to bow his head, which was simply an incredible thing.

It was even more of a thing that only a Warrior could do.

From that time on, Henry had desperately wanted to compete with Nashadier, but he had lacked the opportunity.

He had not expected that this opportunity would now be delivered to his doorstep.

"Nashadier, your courage in facing Ika has deeply convinced me."

"I accept your challenge."

"But you should know our rules here: the winner will take one thing from the loser's body, if I defeat you."

"I want your blade!"

Nashadier's gaze narrowed; the blade was the symbol of their honor and courage, the most important thing to a Warrior.

Henry's condition was nothing less than stripping Nashadier of his Warrior's honor.

This was something no Warrior would ever allow to happen.

"Your condition is cruel, but I accept."

Henry smiled; a Warrior like Nashadier would not refuse his condition, and he added: "Likewise, if I am defeated at your hands, you may choose to take one thing from me, including my position as Young Chieftain of Valhalla."

Upon hearing these words, everyone was filled with astonishment.

Henry was actually using his position as Young Chieftain as a prize for the victor.

This stirred the competitive spirit of many Valhalla Warriors.

"Henry, are you serious? If we win against you, can we also become the Young Chieftain?"

Henry looked at the crowd and said indifferently: "If you feel you can defeat me, you are welcome to try."

"I don't mind." Henry looked at Nashadier and asked: "What about you?"

Nashadier waved his hand and said: "I don't mind; for me, this is a good choice."

"After all, if I only win against you without defeating the others, it seems the warriors of Valhalla would not acknowledge me as this Young Chieftain."

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