When the boy set foot on the tribe's land again, he keenly realized how different it was from when he left.

First, the tribe was more heavily guarded, and many masked warriors who didn't know patrolled back and forth on the periphery of the settlement, watching vigilantly at every passing passerby.

"Who are you!" one of the guards asked, noticing Muhadi and Karim as they approached in a group.

"You don't even know either of us, who are you?!" Karim was enraged.

"Stand still!" said the strange masked elf, "No elf or human is allowed to set foot in Scorpion territory without permission!"

"Ridiculous! We are the warriors of the tribe, you dare to stop me?!" Karim was furious, and seemed to be about to rush forward on the Grey Scaly Bird.

Just as the guard drew his scimitar and was about to make a move, a samurai wearing worm shell plate armor suddenly came and drank the guard.

"Karim! I thought you were dead!? I even shared the treasure you had hidden in your tent!" the elf who came was an old warrior known to Muhadi, and he greeted them in surprise when he saw the two.

"Who is this dumb guard?another bastard of old Ebenny?how stupid we don't even know him!" Karim didn't care about his old friend's jokes, but he still looked at the guard.

"He's a newcomer, and there have been a lot of newcomers in the tribe lately. The elven warrior who arrived explained, "Recently, we have been fighting in various places, and we have attracted a lot of adventurers to come and take refuge, they are not members of the tribe, but they come in handy when fighting. ”

The samurai who arrived led the two into the tribe, "See, there is no one on the street?"

Karim and Muhati nodded at the same time.

"That's because they're all on their way to watch the election of a new chief! Honestly, if it weren't for my bad luck in the lottery, I wouldn't want to be a guard?"

"It's already started?!" Karim was shocked, "where?"

"It's right there at the bazaar!" the samurai who led the way gestured casually, "the caravan has been cleared, so everyone is gathered there." ”

Karim thanked him and walked quickly to the bazaar. After saying goodbye to the old warrior who led the way, Muhadi also walked towards the crowd, but his pace was unhurried.

The Scorpion Tribe was originally a first-class tribe near Tyre, but due to the appearance of ancient relics and the recent continuous conquests, it has become even larger. In the bazaar, the samurai, women and children gathered in a circle, densely packed, like ants in an anthill. It took a hard time for Karim and the boy to get to the front of the crowd and look good.

In the middle of the bazaar, a temporary high platform was paved with stone bars. An old elf with a white beard stood on a high platform, and behind him was the rocky mound that surrounded the settlement of the Scorpion tribe, and the dark red sun could be seen in the distance. The scorching heat of the wind whistled across the ground, and the whispers of the crowd fluctuated.

The old elf was one of the elders of the tribe, and he struck the ground with a thick wooden stick in his hand, so that the elves around him blew the battle horn in response, one after another, ahh

The scorpions squeezed forward, trying to see better. Samurai with scimitars, girls with veils covering their faces, and even imps who were only seven or eight years old straightened their toes, their eyes wide and did not want to miss a moment.

Standing in the middle of the crowd was the most powerful and respected warrior of the tribe. Fatoumah was among them, wearing a black headscarf as a sign of mourning for her deceased father, but she was not masked. Surrounded by a large number of supporters, al-Muhadi recognized several of the Sharif's brothers, as well as several suitors of the girl.

The girl did not notice Muhadi because her eyes were fixed on Fahd, who was standing across from him. The latter held his chest up, taller than everyone present, and as tall as a king. He wore no armor, but wore a black-and-white checkered turban and a golden cloak, on which a huge scorpion tail fluttered in the wind.

The elven elder standing on the high platform stretched out a bony hand, letting the elves' battle horns rest down. He struck the earth with his club, and all the spirits were silent. Between heaven and earth, only the hot wind of the desert is still howling, a cry that no mortal can stop.

"We are a people forged of fire and sand, and we will return to blood and dust. The elder deliberately lowered his voice so that each elf listened, "A cruel fate took Abiad's life, and it sent a half-elf to kill him with a poisoned blow arrow. Now, Abiad is above the stars, beside the crescent moon, and he will hunt in the realm of night forever. The elder looked up at the heavens, "Abiad is dead! The chief is dead!"

"The chief is dead!" the warriors shouted in unison.

"We are a people of fire and sand, and we are never afraid of death!" the elder reminded, "Abiad, our chief, who did not die in the last of his life in the middle of his life, and took his last breath in agony from his hospital bed. He gave his life for the dignity and honor of the ancient spirits. In the last moments of his life, he still wielded a scimitar and roared and mocked his enemies. He is Abiad the Brave, Abiad the Liberator, the real warrior Abiade, he brought it back for us, the feeling that the elves were respected in ancient times!"

"However, Abiad is dead, and we need a new chieftain to take his place and inherit his business!"

"The new chief will rise!" the samurai responded, "The new chief will rise!!"

"She will, she will," the elven elven elder's voice was like a dry thunder in the desert, "Chief Abiad has left us a daughter, who is also a true warrior, a fair arbiter. And she's in the midst of us," the elder waved his outstretched hand downward, pointing at the elven girl. "Can Fatoumah be our new chief?!"

A sand eagle circled in the sky, and the silent elves stirred as if they had just woken up from their sleep. Everyone looked at each other, probing the plans of others. Fahd and many of the conservative old elven warriors were dissatisfied with Fatoumah's succession, and Muhathir remembered Karim's words and the strange halfling attack in the desert, and if they were to be difficult, it would be now.

"The scorpions must have their own chiefs!" repeated the elder after a long silence, "I ask again if Abiad's daughter, Fatoumah, can be our new chief?!"

"She can't!" replied from below.

"Kemari, Kemari chief!" a cacophony of shouts rang out from among the elves, and several followers gathered around the challenger for the chieftaincy's position to Fatoumah.

The challenger was tall and thin, with a withered face and some stubble on his chin, suggesting that he seemed to have a bit of human blood. His supporters gathered around him, their hands on the hilt of their swords, and they looked around warily. "I'm Kemari Ben

Nurman, the chieftain to whom you really owe allegiance!" the challenger introduced himself to the warriors.

Muhadi had heard of this warrior before, and he had the privilege of serving as a tribal general, serving Abiad and many of the chieftains before him. But he's an idiot other than fighting. He once had an unscrupulous human merchant defraud him of almost all of his possessions, and later he tried to invest in a caravan, but he also lost all his money. What's more, he is now old, and the young samurai will not support such an old samurai.

"Fatoumah, she's in Abiad's blood, that's right, but she's just a woman. "And I have the blood of the chieftain in me!" the old warrior said of how a chieftain named Nurman the Bald led the elves to beat halflings and humans eight hundred years ago. How did a chieftain nicknamed "Two Feet" succeed in forcing the witch king of a city-state to bow to him five hundred years ago?

He talked a lot about the glory of his ancestors centuries ago, and he spoke of how the tribe was rich and powerful under the rule of one of his great-great-grandfathers, far from the threat of death. "Let me be a chief," he promised, "and I will bring you to a glorious and safe life again." Each of you can enjoy it like the Witch King. ”

His challenge failed, and Muhadi made a judgment halfway through hearing it. Most of the elves don't know history, and they can't remember any baldness from 500 or 800 years ago. His promises are ethereal and weak, and no stupid child will ever be deceived.

Kemari presented gifts to the warriors, including camel skins and woven tapestries, bronze armbands, and cups for water. When the warriors saw this, they turned their heads and let the women and children crawl on the ground and pick and choose. When the old samurai had finished speaking, several of his supporters shouted his name, but not even a single one responded.

This gift is too shabby, and the Scorpio warriors who have dug up ancient treasures can't look down on it at all. Even a few of the relatives in the Kemari were embarrassed to speak out, so the appeal of "Kemari, Chief of Kemari!" disappeared. The eagle circled high in the air, and the old warrior retreated into the crowd. Fatumah watched him back down with contempt and defeated the first challenger without saying a word.

The elven elder pointed at Fatuma again, "Let me ask again, can Fatoumah be our chief!"

"She can't!" a high-pitched voice roared, and the elf's eyes were once again focused on the challenger.

The challenger came up on crutches, and his sons, grandsons, and great-grandchildren followed him. The elf was very burly, weighing eighteen stones, and looked to be close to one hundred and fifty years old. He deliberately wore a camel-hair robe with an open placket, revealing his strong chest muscles and a wound that cut through his chest. His eyes were apricot yellow and white, as if they had been blinded by something.

Fifty years ago, this guy would have been too old to be a chieftain, Muhati thought to himself. The average lifespan of an elf in Atas is three times that of a human, but one hundred and fifty years old is considered old.

"She can't, a woman can't be our chief, let alone she's just a nurse. The elf on crutches shouted, her high-pitched voice matching his stature, "You say she's an impartial arbiter, I'm sorry!"

The elven elder of Yan was so frightened that he took a step back, allowing the old elf on crutches to grab the high platform.

"I ask you, how can a woman be fair?" shouted the old elf, "women are naturally eccentric, and half of their minds are filled with which guy is more handsome, how can they lead us?"

"You say she's a samurai?" the old elf yelled at the elder menacingly, pointing a cane at Fatuma. "She's not a man, how can she be called 'Shi'?! It's almost the same to call her 'Wu Niu', I don't know if there is such a statement?"

He said and spoke, without giving the other elves a chance to interject, "What reason is there not to choose me as a chief? Who could be more suitable than me? Say to those who are blind, I am the 'Iron Master' Alayi, the 'Felt Breaker' Alayi, the 'hammer as big as a head' Alayi!

One of his grandsons hurriedly handed over a frighteningly large sledgehammer, the handle wrapped in old leather, and the head of the hammer was indeed bigger than a human head.

"I don't know how many halflings have been smashed into meat by Lao Tzu's sledgehammer!" Alayi drank, "Go and ask those widows if their husbands were scared by Lao Tzu when they died." Go ask the heads on the pillars in front of us and see if they praise my martial arts. ”

"I can tell you about my legend, but it's so wonderful that your little brains will probably be immediately stupid when they hear such a heart-wrenching epic. By that time, the mountains around us had long since been torn to pieces, and even the children present had become white-headed old men. ”

"If age represents wisdom, then there is no wiser person than me. If physique represents strength, then I am the strongest man in the tribe. Yes, Chief Arayi, listen, how pleasing it is!"

"Shout with me, Alayi!'Iron Master' Alayi!Chieftain Alayi!"

His grandchildren followed, and his sons came out with boxes and poured gifts in front of the crowd: countless pottery, silver, and gold coins. There were also daggers and scimitars, darts and javelins, metal chain mail and helmets. Many samurai picked up a few high-quality goods and joined in the shouting, and for a time the momentum was huge.

The shouting was suddenly interrupted by a woman's voice.

"Alayi!" the elves left from the center of the clearing, not even grabbing anything on the ground.

The elven girl stepped forward and stepped on the high platform. "Alayi, pick up your hammer and fight with me. ”

There was a moment of silence, the hot wind remained, the sand eagles screamed fiercely overhead, and the elves whispered in each other's ears. "Iron Master" Alayi glared at Fatuma ibn Abiad viciously, "Fuck it, Wu Niu, what did you just say?"

"I told you to pick up a hammer and fight me, Alayi," she replied loudly, "you call me a martial girl? Didn't you say you're a great samurai? ”

Fatoumah's supporters laughed, and Alayi glared at the elven girl. The big man still opened a cane and reached for the sledgehammer in his son's hand. Muhadi saw that the old man's face was swollen red, and then purple again. His whole body was shaking and shaking, and even the veins in his neck burst out. In the blink of an eye, he felt as if he was about to pick up the hammer, but suddenly he relented, groaning and falling to the ground.

The crowd burst into laughter, and the old man hung his head and was helped down by his sons.

Fatuma stood in front of the warriors and laughed uncontrollably as he watched Alayi, who was being helped down. "How to choose a chief, is it farther than who pees?"

She reached for her waist and pulled out a dagger. "Children pee farther than anyone, and who stipulates that the chief cannot be a woman?"

She raised her dagger in the air, "Whoever dares to question my inheritance for such a clumsy reason, I castrated him with my own hands." ”

"In two days, it's my fifteenth name day. The elven maiden said that according to the custom in the Athas desert, children are not named until they are three years old, so that their early death is not too painful for their parents.

"But even now, I'm better than these old men. Just as being older doesn't mean they're capable, being young doesn't mean I'm not up to the task!"

"These old men......" she pointed to Kemari, Alayi, and the other two old elves who were eager to take on the challenge. "I'm sure they're as smart as most of you, and can count from one to ten. If you need to count to twenty, you can also take off your boots. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity that they can't see the huge changes that we're facing now. The clash between Tyr and the Witch King is just around the corner, and these old men are promising you wealth and honor, how wonderful. But think about it, how can they deliver on those words?"

"You all know I'm ......," Fatumah shouted from the high platform.

"I want to make out with you!" someone shouted obscenely from below.

"Go home and kiss your wife!" Fatuma roared back, "I don't have a good impression of Tyr or the witch kings, I can take you away from this qiē!"

"Avoid this qiē?" someone asked, "then what are you going to take us for, hide and weave blankets?"

"I'm going to weave a kingdom for you, fool. Fatoumah declared, "Look at the wealth we have gained." The Scorpion tribe has never been as heavily armed as it is today, nor has it ever had so many warriors as it does today. So why do we have to stay here and not leave?"

"Tyr is strong, but the Witch-King coalition is stronger. Once this is a battlefield, how many of you will survive?"

"Scorpions don't give up their prey!" objected Kemari below, "and what about your father's vengeance?"

"I'll report it myself, I don't need a prosthetic tribe!" Fatumah said, "What's the good of staying here and fighting? How many of you want to see your women raped, your children slaughtered, your homes burned!?or do you want your heads stuck in pillars?!"

As soon as Fatoumah waved his hand, the Sharif brothers brought up several large boxes, "This is my gift to you. She said as she opened the first box. The halfling's head swooped out of the box.

"Let me give you a second gift!" The second box opened, and the human head rolled out and tumbled in front of the samurai around him.

"And a third gift at the end!" The third box contained the elf's head, pointed ears, and almond eyes. Due to the long decay time, the skull can be seen in many places.

"These are the recent times when Tyr was exterminated for falling for the Witch Kings. Or the tribe that fell to Tyre and was wiped out by the vanguard of the Witch King's coalition. ”

"Now make a choice," Fatoumah glanced at the onlookers, but didn't seem to notice Muhadi. "Call out my name and make me a chief. Then get out of here and enjoy peace and prosperity. Either choose those challengers, or take the heat of Tyr, or go to perdition in ignorance. She put away her dagger, "Who else says I can't be the chief of Scorpio?!"

"Peace! Victory! Fatoumah!" began to shout the Sharif brothers, their hands around their mouths. "Chief Fatoumah!"

"Fatuma!" shouted the young warriors of the tribe, many of whom were suitors of elven girls. "Chief Fatoumah!"

Women, children, and many warriors unknown to Muhadi joined in the shouting, "Fa-Tu-Mai!"

"Fatuma, Fatuma, Fatuma!" Muhadi thought he would be useless when he came here, but he heard the voice.

Fahd drew his sword and walked over to Fatoumah.

"I disagree. His voice was still clearly visible through the shouts of the crowd.

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