Chapter 1729: Competition

In the Wahala Tribe at night, the starry sky is brilliant.

The people of the Wahala Tribe, located on the vast Grassland, are about to compete with the starlight.

In the arena they set up on the Grassland, they light dense bonfires; seen from afar, they are even more dazzling than the starry sky.

The arena is soon fully prepared.

For the Wahala Tribe, horsemanship is the thing that can best demonstrate a Warrior.

Their Wahala Tribe possesses vast and fertile grasslands; their ancestors rode horses to drive away wild beasts and fend off enemies, only then establishing their Wahala Tribe on this grassland.

Therefore, to them, it is very important for a Warrior to possess horsemanship that rivals it.

What is prepared in the arena is a horsemanship competition.

There are a total of thirty people participating this time.

The Wahala Tribe has actually dispatched twenty-nine Warriors.

Every one of these people is an elite in horsemanship!

This battle has attracted the attention of many people in the Wahala Tribe; the entire arena is surrounded by people, all of whom have come to pay attention to this horsemanship competition.

It has been a long time since they have witnessed someone capable of inciting such a challenge.

The remaining Wahala Warriors have long since entered the arena.

They look toward the dark, deep entrance with respectful gazes; they are all waiting for the appearance of one man.

The people watching this competition seem to be infected by this mood, also remaining silent and looking toward that direction with anticipation.

Clop! Clop! Clop!

The heavy sound of horse hooves shatters the silent atmosphere; countless people follow the sound to see a hand wrapped in bandages—he is an injured man, leading a War Horse that is deep black, currently unusually docile.

Many people do not recognize Nashadier, but they do recognize the Big Black Horse beside him! At that moment, the entire arena erupts with cheers like a mountain collapse or a tsunami!

"Ah!"

"It's that Big Black Horse, the War Horse that even the Commander could not tame."

"This outsider actually tamed it."

"I didn't expect him to be such a Warrior!"

The crowd cheers violently; Henry glances at Nashadier. As the Young Chieftain, he is also extremely respected within the Wahala Tribe, but at this moment, he feels a bit of jealousy.

Jealousy toward an outsider.

Henry smiles and shakes his head, casting this trace of jealousy in his mind to the back of his thoughts; being able to tame this Big Black Horse has already proven Nashadier.

Jealousy is not a thought a noble Warrior should have.

"Hey, Nashadier, although you tamed the Big Black Horse, we will not go easy on you. This is the greatest respect our Wahala Tribe can show you!"

Nashadier leaps onto his horse, arrives at the unified starting line with Henry, and says indifferently, "Thank you."

"Please use your full strength in this competition; don't let me surpass you by too much."

Henry laughs, and the others, seeing Nashadier holding the reins with one hand, also laugh heartily.

"Nashadier, I'm afraid you still don't know the rules of this competition."

"See the finish line ahead?"

Nashadier looks in the direction of the finger of the person who spoke; after passing through the long track, he sees the finish line.

"It's dark now, you can't see clearly what is on this road."

"Let me tell you: the first person to reach the finish line wins, no matter what Method is used."

"On this road leading to the finish line, it is not peaceful; there are ferocious wild beasts and weapons. You can use them to stop us from approaching the finish line."

"Now you know, right? One hand is simply not enough to achieve victory."

"You have no way to use weapons; this will be your greatest weakness. This horsemanship competition is not just a simple comparison of speed, but the slaughter of Cavalry on a real battlefield!"

Nashadier says "Oh."

That person sneers and does not continue speaking.

Henry sighs; it is true that Nashadier comes from a military background, but he might not yet realize the cruelty of this duel.

Without the ability to use weapons, he will lose a very large advantage.

Even if he has subdued the Big Black Horse, it only occupies some advantage in terms of speed.

Henry does not continue to remind Nashadier.

With the sound of a gunshot, the competition officially begins.

Thirty fine horses run out rapidly like a Bullet leaving the chamber; no one is willing to fall behind.

Whoever is faster by a fraction can obtain a weapon.

Whoever can obtain a weapon faster can establish an advantage.

The first weapon is a long spear; for Cavalry, long-handled weapons have always been their favorite before firearms appeared.

As the saying goes, beyond ten paces, the spear is fast; within ten paces, the spear is accurate and fast.

This saying is not nonsense; it is the summary of experience from countless Cavalry.

Everyone is exerting all their strength now, making the War Horse under their crotch burst out with the fastest speed, absolutely not wanting to let others get this weapon.

At this moment, the leader is Nashadier.

But everyone does not take him seriously; although he is leading everyone by a lot, he has no way to use this weapon at all.

Even if he were to get it, it would be of no use.

The people behind Nashadier immediately begin to compete fiercely; no one wants to let them get it.

This makes the distance between them and Nashadier grow larger and larger.

Just as they compete to the place where this weapon exists, everyone is stunned.

Such a large long spear has actually disappeared.

The crowd was stunned, but then they remembered that while they were fighting just now, only Nashadier had been far in the lead; this guy must have taken it!

After thinking of this, the crowd accelerated one after another.

Although they did not know why Nashadier would take such a long spear that he could not use, they absolutely could not let Nashadier continue to lead.

The winning criterion for this competition was, after all, to see who reached the finish line in the shortest amount of time.

But very quickly they discovered the previous long spear; after the crowd looked at the long spear that had broken into several pieces, they were slightly taken aback.

They were very confused as to why Nashadier would break the long spear into several sections after obtaining it.

However, since that was the case, the crowd accelerated even more.

After a bout of chasing, the crowd had already caught sight of Nashadier's back.

And right ahead was the second weapon of this horsemanship competition, the Fierce Bow!

This was a weapon that possessed an ultra-long attack range.

Only a Warrior who possessed super-superb horsemanship could use this kind of Fierce Bow.

It is very difficult to aim quickly at an opponent while riding on a War Horse, and drawing such a Fierce Bow requires a very strong body.

Many Warriors had no choice but to give up on this weapon.

But there were also Warriors who had a strong interest in such a weapon.

At this moment, they had already caught up to Nashadier.

And at this moment, Nashadier had already arrived at the location of the Fierce Bow; according to their conjecture, Nashadier, with an injured hand, would absolutely not stop to take the Fierce Bow.

But the scene that happened next left them completely astonished and puzzled. The recent transcoding is serious, which gives us more motivation to update faster. Please move your little hands to exit reading mode. Thank you.