So he bent his knees against the sockets of his ugly legs, and fell down together, and his back was close to each other, and he rolled in the mud and dust.

They would also jump up and start a third round of gladiatorial fighting, but Noudin himself stood up to mediate and put an end to the scuffle: "Stop fighting! Don't torture yourself so much that you're exhausted! ”

Nodin's persuasion, the two of them listened to it truthfully, and did not disobey, wiped the plaster off their bodies, and put on their own shirts.

Nodin then took out another batch of prizes and presented them to the runners, a silver jar, a treasure of exquisite craftsmanship, which could only hold six scales, but it was magnificent, elegant, and exquisite, handmade by skilled craftsmen, and transported by merchants across the deep waters, anchored in the harbor of the Red Sea, and presented as a gift to the king, and later transferred to the hands of Nogen, in order to redeem the son of the king who had become a slave.

Now, Nordin gives it as a prize in memory of his companion and to the fastest racer in the run.

For the runner-up who won the second place, he also set up a huge fat cow, squeezing the bulging oil.

There is also a half taran with gold, which goes to the last runner.

Noudin stood up and shouted to the gathered heroes of the coalition forces, "Get up, you who want to win this prize!"

At the shouting, the crowd danced swift and resourceful moves, and then Rockus, the son of Stoll, rose again to compete, the fastest of the young men.

They stood at the starting point, Nodin pointed out the benchmark for the turn, and the race stretched forward from the starting point, and the quick Nodding soon grabbed the front, but the excellent Nodin chased after him, and the distance was as close as the pole from the front of the Weaver Girl, and the beautiful woman with a girdle gently carried the pole through the warp, and pulled the pole closer to her own bosom.

And just like that, Noji ran after him, following in the footsteps of the former, before the dust was raised.

The outstanding Noji gasped for breath, spat on the back of Nomao's head, and slammed his legs into quick pursuit, and all the people of the coalition army shouted and cheered him on, urging him to hurry up and win the victory.

However, as soon as they reached the final leg of the race, Noji prayed silently in his heart and said to the sheep-eyed angel, "Listen to me, sheep-eyed angel, help me and speed up my legs!"

When they entered the sprint, in order to compete for the prize, the sheep-eyed angel tripped over the running No, who slipped on his legs and fell in the dung, and the roaring ox sacrificed the parchment, and the swift Nodin, slaughtered them, and sacrificed to his friend Nog.

Stuffed with cow dung in his mouth and nostrils, he watched as his opponent rushed past him, and was the first to rush to the finish line.

Nuo Mao stood there, grasping the fat ox strolling through the pasture with both hands, and spat out the cow dung in his mouth, and shouted to the heroes of all the tribes watching the battle: "Smell me, phew! The sheep-eyed angel has ruined my sprint; ”

His explanation made the coalition heroes laugh out loud.

At that moment, Rokos stepped forward, took his prize, grinned, and said to his fellow clansmen, "Let me tell you something that you all know, my friends: the angels continue to favor the elderly, as they have always been. You see, Nocho is older than me, but only a few years older, and this Noji, who is a man of the last generation, an old senior, and yet, according to the people, an old man. No one of the tribes of the coalition could outrun his fast legs, with the only exception, our Nodin. ”

Rockus said this, praising the swift Nodin, who replied to his words: "Your praise, Ankos, will not go unrewarded, and I will give you another half taran and gold as an additional reward." ”

With that, Nodin put the extra half-taran and gold into the hands of Lokos, who happily accepted the reward.

Then, Nodin brought a spear with a long projection and placed it in the ring of the game, and then put down a shield and a helmet, and on the edge of the spear were the trophies that Noggen had taken from the dead bodies of his enemies, and the equipment he had stripped directly from the enemy.

Noudin stood up and shouted to the assembled coalition heroes, "We invite two warriors, the best of you, to come up and compete for these prizes. Whoever sparks the white flesh of his opponent first, pierces his armor, pierces his armor, pierces his black blood, and touches his entrails, I will reward him with this beautiful sword of Slakelli, and with silver spikes on it, my booty, from the body of the enemy, but they may share it with both, and we will feast on the barracks and entertain the strong men who have departed. ”

Listening to Nodin's urging, the crowd stood up with the mighty Noug and the strong Modes.

They finished draped at both ends of the crowd and walked into the middle of the arena, with the ferocity of killing, shooting a fierce gaze, and all the people of the Xicheng coalition army were amazed and surprised; the two of them walked head-on, approaching aggressively, fighting and killing, fiercely attacking, three times in a row.

Nochou shot his gun at Mordes's rounded shield, but failed to stab the flesh, and his protective breastplate blocked the tip of the gun.

At this moment, Mordes struck from the huge shield, and the shiny tip of the spear appeared on the edge of the opponent's throat from time to time, and the spectators of all races, fearing for the safety of the ugly, shouted loudly for them to stop fighting and divide the prize equally.

But the hero Nodin took the great sword and gave it to Modus, along with the scabbard and the neatly cut strap.

Nodin then took out a large piece of pig iron, which had been thrown by the able-bodied Aetion, and returned with the great warriors and the great Nodin's murder and robbery, along with other treasures.

He stood upright and shouted to the assembled coalition of tribes: "Arise, you who want to win this prize! Whoever wins the prize, this piece of pig iron is enough for him to use for five consecutive years, and although his abundant grange is far from the shore on which we stand, his hands and the peasants will no longer have to enter the town of the city because of the lack of iron, and this piece of things will not be used up for a while. ”

At Nodin's words, the brave and fierce Metes stood, and the strong Medus, the angelic mortal, and the Nuocho, and the brilliant Peos.

They stood in a line one after another, and Peios, who was par excellence, picked up the piece of iron, turned around, and threw it with his hands, eliciting the laughter of the people of the coalition army.

Then, Medus, waved and threw it, and then the burly Uglyman, who threw off his stout arms and landed beyond all the marks on the ground.

At that moment, the brave and fierce Metus reached out and grabbed the piece of iron, and threw the whole pitch, which was far away, like a cane thrown by a cattle herder, and spun through the space and flew over the herd of grazing cattle, and the people of all the tribes cheered and cheered.

The sturdy companion of Metes jumped to his feet, carrying the king's prize, the piece of pig iron, and walked towards the deep sea.

Immediately afterwards Nodin took out some gray and black iron tools, and as a pawn for the bow race, he set up twenty iron axes, divided into two kinds of two-edged and single-edged, ten each, and set up a mast of a ship, and in the far away sand, taken from the sea ship of Aconite.

Then, with a string around the pigeon's lower leg, a timid wild pigeon, tied to the tail end, challenged the archers in the crowd to shoot down the live target: "The shooter who shoots down the wild pigeon can take all the double-sided axes! ”

After Nodin's words, the crowd stood up with the powerful king Moros and Menius's brave companion. They threw in the stones and shook the bronze helmets, and Meros took advantage of the first shot, and opened his arms and shot a feathered arrow, but he did not make a vow to the king of the bow and arrows, and promised a solemn sacrifice of the firstborn lamb. Therefore, he failed to pierce the pigeon, because Apollo did not want him to do so, but he still struck the rope at the pigeon's feet, and the whiging feathered arrow cut the long rope, and the wild pigeon spread its wings and flew straight into the clouds, leaving the end of the rope tied to its feet, and dangling towards the mud, and the people of the coalition army cried out in appreciation.

While he was aiming at Meros, Menes had already taken a feathered arrow, and now, in a hurry, he grabbed the curved bow in the former's hand, and lost no time in making a wish, praying to the angel Apollo, a long-range archer, and promising to hold a solemn sacrifice with the firstborn lamb.

Meros saw the timid wild pigeon, fluttering its wings under the clouds, and flying and circling, drawing the string and opening the bow, and striking the vital point under the bird's wings, and the feathered arrow passed through the black body, and fell into space, and fell at the feet of Menes, but the pigeon fell on the top of the pole, taken from the mast of the aconitum sea-ship, and hung its head low, its fluttering wings were now loose and weak, and the soul floated away from its legs and feet, and in an instant. It fell from the top of the mast and lay flat on the ground, and people watched in amazement.

As the match ended, Menes won, picking up all ten double-edged iron axes, while Meros picked up the single-edged axes and returned to the deep sea.

Then, Nodin took out a spear and a large cauldron that had never been grilled by firewood, and the flowers on the surface of the pot were blooming, equivalent to the exchange price of a cow, and placed them in the ring.

The spearmen stood upright: Noe, who ruled the vast territory, and Menes, Menius's powerful allies.

However, the swift and brilliant Nodins then spoke: "We all know that you are far stronger than we are: you are the best gunner, and you have the greatest arm in the army! ”

Hearing this, Nodin, the king of the people, refused to disagree, so Nodin gave Menes the bronze spear, and the hero Nodin gave the cauldron to the messenger Bios as a shining prize.

The big race after the funeral of the West Side Coalition was over, and the crowd dispersed and walked back to their respective clippers, thinking about eating, drinking, and sleeping sweetly.

But Nodin was still weeping, missing his beloved companion, but the invincible Angel of Sleep could not make him obey at this time, he tossed and turned, thinking of Noggin, his strong and brave life, thinking of every battle they had fought side by side, he did not suffer less, he was born and died, he broke through the fighting crowds, and crossed the raging currents.

Noudin recalled the past with tears welling up and rolling on the ground, sometimes lying on his side, sometimes on his back, sometimes with his head against the sand, and then, straightening up, in a trance, he walked along the beach.

The angel of dawn cast the light of dawn on the beach, illuminating the sea and meeting Nodin's eyes.

Then, Nodin put the fast horse into the yoke in front of the cart, tied Nobing's body to the back of the cart, drove the cart, ran around Nogeng's tomb three times in a row, and then went into the camp to rest, and threw the body on the ground, spreading out his limbs, and his head and face were covered with mud and dust.

However, Apollo took pity on Nodin's situation, and although he was dead, he protected his body from all kinds of cracks, and covered the body from head to toe with a magical shield made of gold, so that Nodin's drag could not destroy it.

In this way, Nodin, in his rage, ravaged the noble Hernoc, and when he saw this, the Angel of Happiness was filled with mercy, and repeatedly urged the shining eyes of the thief angel to steal the corpse, which would please the angels, but not the bull's-eyed angel, the earth-splitting angel, and the sheep-eyed angel, and they still harbored their grudges, as they had been, and the source of this was the wicked deeds of Nod, who had sinned against two angels, and was in his sheepfold, but favored the other angel, who had brought calamity in exchange for his compliment.

At this time, at the twelfth dawn after Nobing's death, Apollo, the angel of the silver bow, spoke and said to the angel: "You ruthless angels, cruel and merciless rulers of functions! Mother and father old Lamech and his people, who would immediately build a pyre, burn the body, and give him a solemn funeral, but you, you angels, were bent on helping the ferocious Nodin, who had no regard for propriety, and who was arrogant and stubborn, like a lion, indulged in his own pride and might, and threw himself upon the shepherd's flock, tearing and chewing, and just as he had forgotten mercy and disregarded shame, which caused great harm and divine gain, needless to say, mortals could lose a closer relative, such as a son or a brother born of a mother, and he would be full of sorrow, and he would weep bitterly, but it would all passFate has given mortals a heart that knows tolerance and patience, but this man, he slew the noble Nobing, who was his third brother, and he not only took his life^......"

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