Chapter 1727: Provoking an Entire Tribe

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

The men of the Wahala Tribe were ignited with rage by Nashadier's extremely arrogant attitude, and they stared at Nashadier coldly.

"I admire your courage, but I hope you won't be killed by your own courage!"

"If you lose, I will definitely make you know what the price of arrogance is!"

"I guarantee that someone as arrogant as you will never see tomorrow's sun!"

Nashadier turned his head, his contemptuous gaze sweeping over every man of the Wahala Tribe who provoked him, and he said dismissively: "I hope you have the ability to fulfill your promises."

Nashadier did not continue to pay attention to these people.

Standing to the side, Henry looked at Nashadier, who had provoked public anger, and said: "The Warriors of the Wahala Tribe like to speak with strength, not with lip service."

Henry glanced at the Wahala Tribe Warriors who were still clamoring and asked in a deep voice: "Don't you agree?"

Everyone fell silent at once; they looked at Nashadier, their eyes filled with provocation.

Henry patted Nashadier on the shoulder and said: "See you in the arena!"

Nashadier watched Henry's departing back and let out a laugh.

Time passed quickly.

Nashadier arrived riding a camel, not a horse.

Henry then led him to select a suitable War Horse.

Henry said: "Nashadier, this kind of battle is not fair to you."

"The Wahala Warriors are incredibly familiar with their War Horses, although I will provide you with the best horses of the Wahala."

"But can you tame it before the competition begins?"

Nashadier smiled faintly and said: "You don't need to worry about this matter."

"You only need to provide me with a sufficiently excellent War Horse."

Henry did not dissuade Nashadier; he led him to the front of the Wahala stables.

Henry's eyes were burning; he looked at Nashadier and said excitedly: "Next, you will see the most ferocious War Horse in the Wahala Tribe!"

"Please believe that in all of Egypt, you will never find a better War Horse than those of our Wahala Tribe!"

After speaking, Henry pushed open the stable gate, and countless sturdy, fine horses appeared before Nashadier's eyes.

Even Nashadier, who had seen many excellent War Horses, was surprised by these horses in Henry's tribe.

These War Horses would be absolutely top-tier, excellent War Horses in any army.

Their handsome figures made it seem as if Nashadier could see the image of riding them across the world.

"Not bad."

These two short words already explained Nashadier's approval of the Wahala Tribe.

The corners of Henry's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he smiled: "Let me introduce them to you."

"These War Horses here are our Arabian Warhorses; their bloodlines carry an indelible hot-bloodedness and they have very high endurance."

"Of course, what makes us most proud is their noble temperament."

"The ancestors of our tribe have used them to create miracles more than once."

Nashadier looked at this group of War Horses; their bodies were not particularly tall, but every muscle seemed to outline the most powerful lines.

Arabian Warhorses were also the War Horses Nashadier often rode.

Nashadier also had a very deep understanding of these War Horses.

Seeing these excellent Arabian Warhorses, Nashadier nodded, but he did not make a choice.

Seeing Nashadier's expression, Henry smiled faintly.

He led Nashadier to look at the War Horses on the other side and introduced: "These are War Horses from France, called Selle Francais, a type of warmblood horse, but do not underestimate these warmblood horses."

"They possess a strong will; they can complete battles that some Arabian Warhorses cannot."

Nashadier cast his gaze toward these War Horses called Selle Francais.

The standard-issue War Horse of the French Cavalry.

It was not once or twice that Nashadier had experienced the capabilities of this War Horse.

Its power was far more complex than what Henry had introduced.

Thinking back to when he attacked the French port in Egypt, these War Horses had caused him no small amount of trouble, and even now, Nashadier still remembered it vividly.

"The War Horses here are yours to choose from, provided, of course, that you can tame one," Henry said lightly.

Nashadier looked at these two breeds of horses; he, who had always been decisive, actually hesitated when facing these War Horses.

Indeed, for a warrior like him, choosing such a War Horse was truly a very difficult matter.

However, Nashadier soon discovered something unexpected the further he went into the depths of this stable.

Whether it was the Arabian Warhorses or these horses called Selle Francais, they all seemed to be avoiding something.

Nashadier walked toward the depths and saw a black horse standing in the darkest part of the stable with its eyes slightly closed.

It had the most horse feed in front of it, but no other horse dared to approach.

Even though this horse was asleep.

The moment Nashadier saw this black horse, his eyes lit up.

The muscles on this black horse's body were extremely powerful and aesthetic, and more importantly, its unique temperament was attracting him.

Henry noticed Nashadier's abnormality.

He followed Nashadier's gaze and, seeing the War Horse Nashadier had taken a fancy to, his expression changed slightly.

Henry stopped Nashadier, who was about to approach the black horse, and said solemnly: "Hey, listen to me, if you want to win the competition against me, don't choose this War Horse."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

Nashadier looked at Henry and frowned: "Why?"

"This black horse is clearly the best War Horse here. Henry, you even staked the position of Young Chieftain as a wager; surely you wouldn't be reluctant to part with one War Horse?"

Henry shook his head and said, "No, you are mistaken."

"The reason I advised you to give up is because I want to have a serious duel with you."

"Rather than watching you lose the battle before you have even begun to duel me."

"This War Horse is a crossbreed of an Akhal-Teke Horse and an Arabian Warhorse, possessing the most mysterious bloodline in the world; it is extremely noble and seems to have inexhaustible stamina and endurance."

"But it also possesses a more fiery temper than an Arabian Warhorse."

"If you choose it, you will lose today's competition because you will have no War Horse."

"I do not want to win my match against you in such a way, it is that simple."

Hearing this, Nashadier chuckled and said, "If that is the case, you can rest assured; I will tame this War Horse and win the match against you."

"With bloodlines from the Akhal-Teke and the Arabian Warhorse, such a horse should be the champion of the battlefield!"

Having said that, Nashadier ignored Henry's obstruction, opened the door, and walked inside; at this moment, the Big Black Horse, which had been sleeping, sensed someone intruding into its territory and instantly woke up.

It stared with cold, sharp eyes at the human who had intruded into its territory, and heavy breaths snorted from its nostrils.

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