"I disagree. Fahd held the sword in his hand alof, and the sun shone on the sword, reflecting a brilliant light.

All eyes moved to Fahd's direction—he was standing ten feet away from Fatoumah, and all the elves in his way consciously moved out of the way, allowing the two elves, brother and sister, to see each other without hindrance.

Fahd smiled confidently and calmly, the sword in his hand had the handle of Mithril and the blade of cold iron, and there was no blade near the handle, and the sword converged like a leaf.

Muhadi could not see the details on the handle of the sword, but he could only see that it was carved into the shape of a tree trunk. The sword is not so much reflecting the light of the dark red sun as it is its own light, sometimes white, sometimes blue. And this light is like a heartbeat, pulsating and weak.

In the synesthesia of the psychic mancer, the light of the sword was like a mournful sonata, whispering the ancient ballad like a poetic.

"High cone?" said the elf, looking at the sword in Fahd's hand in disbelief.

The light of the sword was still growing, and smoke came out of Fahd's palm holding the sword, as if it was burning, but he still didn't care.

"High cone!" more elven warriors spoke, and Fatuma's supporters looked at the sword in front of them and gradually put away their shouts of support.

A good show is about to be staged, and all the onlookers are thinking.

The elven girl waited viciously for her bastard brother, "One sword is not enough to earn you the position of chief," she waved her hand at her supporters, "at least a few hundred scimitars are willing to fight for me!"

"This is a high cone, not 'a sword'. Fahd said, "Why haven't you heard of its name? It seems that Abhiad has never taught you history." ”

"What is this?!" Fahd shouted to his cronies.

"Sword of the Ancient Elven King! The one who picks up the high cone will rule over the elves of Atas!" his supporters shouted.

"You have seen my sword, now listen to me!" Fahd said to the warriors of the tribe, "I am Fahd bin Ghazi bin Hamad bin Ibrahi, I am the descendant of the first Scorpion!"

"Ibrahi's blood is in my veins, and the daughter of Abiad is not nobler than mine!" Fahd said, "and there is no living elf who has traveled as much as I have visited so many places in Attas. From the Salt Sea to Ankara, from Atki to Nibennay, I have seen countless wonders!"

"Then go back to your salt sea, we support Fatoumah!" shouted the Great Sharif, one of Fatoumah's staunch supporters.

Fahd ignored him, "Old Kemari and Alayi have promised you wealth, and my sister has promised you peace and the right to continue to reproduce. And I can give more than all of them, I will give you wealth, and I will give you more land and more pasture. I am the one who brought the High Cone back to the day, destined to lead you back to all the glory of the Ancient Elven Empire," he said, holding his sword aloft, "and no doubt worthy of the position of chieftain." ”

The elves looked at him hesitantly, and then at Fatoumah, not knowing what to decide. The ancient elven kings wielded high cones and fought against the elven enemies. In the fire songs handed down by the elven tribes today, there are also many legends about the high cone. The unique shape and the ability to absorb light and double it is exactly the same as the legend says.

However, since the last Elven King was brutally killed by the Witch King Andrew Penis, the Elven Slayer, thousands of years ago, the whereabouts of the legendary Elven King's sword are unknown. Now that Fahd appears with that sword in his hand, will Fatoumah be thrown out?

"It seems that fate has treated me well," Fatumah said, staring at the sword in Fahd's hand, "On the day I took over as chief, someone actually presented this high cone, it seems that I misunderstood you before, brother." ”

Although the girl called Fahd her brother, there was no family affection in her tone. "I don't care where you got this sword from or from whom. Now, I say it's mine, what can you do?"

"Little sister, you can give it a try. Behind Fahd, his supporters pressed forward with fierce eyes, their hands pressed on the handle of the scimitar.

"Tyre's lackeys!" someone shouted.

Fahd laughed, "I'm advocating a coalition with Tyr, yes, but who's who's lackey? Tyr wants to use us against the Witch King's coalition. Can't we use Tyre to restore the glory of antiquity?"

"There are so many wavering tribes in the desert that we couldn't swallow them up in the past due to the interference of the Templars. Once we unify all the tribes in this area, then our strength will be no worse than that of any city-state, why are we lackeys and not dominant?"

Fatuma frowned disdainfully, "Wishful thinking, can Tyr be able to stop the Witch King's coalition army? Now that the Witch Kings have not yet reached the city of Tyre, you may be able to be arrogant for a while." What are you going to do when the coalition forces come?"

"It seems that you are ignorant of the changes in the outside world, sister. Fahd chuckled, "I don't know that Tyre once had a witch king, and wasn't that witch king still killed by revolutionaries?"

"Karak of Tyre, who was killed by the revolutionaries in the middle of a ritual, how can this be compared to the confrontation between the two armies? The elven girl held out three fingers, "Three, more than two, less than four." If you can't count, bow your head and use your fingers, brother. ”

"What if I say that Tyr already has a weapon that they can use against the Witch Kings?" Fahd said, lifting the high cone to the ground, "This sword is what I got from the Tyres in return. And from me, they got the key to victory. ”

"This is the key, and I can't tell you. But look at this sword, this high cone that the elven kings once held, it is real. If I hadn't really done them a great favor, would the people of Tyr give me this sword!?"

"Empty words!" shouted Fatoumah's supporters, and the Sharif brothers shouted the loudest, "We want Fatoumah!

Fahd's supporters also hit back unflinchingly, "The high cone chooses the destined king!Fahd!Fahd!Fahd!" They also brought up the box and poured out countless silver coins. "Chief Fahd!" shouted someone with gold in his hand.

Onlookers began to push each other, and someone picked up the armband and threw it at Fatoumah, forcing the elf girl to duck her head and dodge. For a moment, Muhati felt as if thousands of excited ants were in front of him. The roars of "Sheikh Fatoumah!" and "Sheikh Fahd!" spread and intensified like a huge wave back and forth, until finally they became a roar filled with qiē.

"I have something to say!" Muhati felt his time to intervene, and used his psionic energy to shout loudly to the onlookers, drowning out a loud roar.

Fahd of the elven girl recognized the voice, and they all turned their heads together, and they both showed expressions of seeing the rescuer.

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