There are thousands of tribes in the desert, and there are thousands of different customs. But there is one custom that is prevalent in almost all tribes, and even breaks through racial prejudices, and this custom is to bite arrows.

Based on the breadth and popularity of this custom, one of the few historians in Attas, it is theorized that the bite of the arrow was produced in antiquity, a remnant of the ancient halfling civilization. Most modern Atas residents do not admit this, but they still accept the bite of the arrow as an important ritual to symbolize the official status of a tribesman as a warrior.

On the day Muhadi officially became a warrior, the elves of the tribe dressed up, young and old, bare-chested and barebacked, wearing only a painted leather vest outside. Each member is tied with horsehair leggings and a leather belt around the waist. The male elves smeared their muscles with the fat of grazing lizards, munched on roasted lizard meat with insect nectar and pepper, drank leavened mare's milk and a hallucinogenic drink called the Night Shadow Water, laughed and screamed at each other over the campfire.

The female elves were only slightly reserved, and they walked around unbridledly, shouting hello to the young, single male elves. Others gather together and secretly share jokes that they don't tell to men. Even the merchants and adventurers who came to the tribe were attracted by this grand scene and watched with interest.

Muhadi had never seen such a strange and surprising party, where all sorts of races - elves, humans, Murs, dwarves, and so on were mixed together. All sorts of strange mounts and livestock were scattered around the crowd - horses, grey-scaled birds, six-row lizards, shell beetles and even giant giant beetles. Plates of food were served to everyone, including fragrant pieces of meat, large, black lieba, fat horse intestines, various fruits and beet soup. Muhadi tasted only a small bite of everything, and on this big day, his stomach was churning and it was hard to swallow.

The boy himself was dressed very heroically, and Fatumah lent him a beautiful plate armor, made of the shell of a digging worm, on which were painted with many mysterious patterns, and I don't know what it did. The joints of this insect shell plate are made of leather rough lizard skin, which is both defensive and flexible. The Mithril scimitar that had been dug out of the desert ruins was slung across his waist and tossed again, the cold light glistening.

Even before it was dark, many torches were lit and planted around the camp, and the elves sat in an open space, and many thin-necked oil lamps in the shape of Aladdin's magic lamp were placed in the open space in the shape of a six-pointed star. Everyone, including the elves, as well as the humans and other races of the passing tribes, were infected by the atmosphere infection and were elated.

Ah, not everyone was happy, at least not Hassan, who had a gloomy face all day long, and his expression as if he had eaten horse manure, and whenever someone made fun of him, he glared back viciously, so that at last he had to sit on his side.

Becoming a samurai is the most important ritual that many tribesmen can experience in their lifetime, so it is usually held with great pomp. Today's ceremony is extraordinarily grand, because the tribe has a lot of wealth, and it is time to celebrate.

Chief Abiad walked to the middle of the clearing, raised his hands in motion, and when the surroundings were quiet, he began his speech in a high, generous voice. ：

"My Liansheng!" Chief Aliad raised his voice and stared at the elves seated around him. "This is a difficult era, this is a painful era, this is an era where there is little hope and you can only fight to survive!"

"But we are still tenaciously surviving, and we are struggling to grow," the chief gestured with a powerful gesture, just right to arouse the emotions of the audience. "For we are a people of fire and sand!

The elves roared. "Fire and sand!fire and sand!fire and sand!"

The sheikh continued, his mouth fluttering, "The sun and the gale forge a man...... at this time, Muhati heard Fatuma beside him snort with disdain.

“...... And in the green land, only cowards will grow! Those kneeling people hiding behind the tall walls of Tyre City actually want us to make us, the descendants of fire and sand, and the noble tribe of Scorpions submit!"

"What do they know about the desert?!How do they know about sandstorms and sand lizards?!How do they know about the heat of noon and the cold wind of the early morning?!! All their lives, they know how to hide in a stone house and tremble in the face of the power of the desert!" The audience shouted in response, "shai-hu1ud!" In the ancient Elven language, the word is extremely rich, representing approval, cheering, and many other connotations.

Isn't Fahd's idea to send me to the team that sent Tyre, and how can he listen to the chief's tone, as if he had fallen out with Tyre? Muhati looked at Fahd sitting in the distance with some doubt, and the latter replied with a 'everything is under control' expression.

"We are gathered here today not only to celebrate the wealth of our ancient ancestors, but also to celebrate such a young man, such a miracle of desert survival. He came out of the depths of the desert and joined us. ”

"shai-hu1ud!" the audience shouted again, and many of the elves who knew each other turned their heads and applauded al-Muhadi.

"This is the man who saved my daughter from Shajiao's mouth!" Muhadi felt Fatumah quietly reach under his plate armor and twist it hard. "It is this person who has appeared in the ancient ruins and strengthened our race!

The cheers of the audience rose higher and higher, as if to fill the whole heaven and earth. “shai－hu1ud！shai－hu1ud！shai－hu1ud！！“

"I am honored to announce that this young man will be accepted as a warrior of our tribe!

"Muad'did!"

In the midst of the noise, Muhathir slowly got up, mixed with a hint of excitement, a joy, and of course more of an expectation that he might regain his freedom in the future. Fatuma muttered under his breath, "Don't disgrace me up there!", mingling in the noise of voices, which he could hear very clearly.

The surrounding qiē became a little unnatural, the audience, the cheers, the firelight, Muhadi noticed at the same time that the qiē around him, the smallest detail, the most insignificant detail, all unfolded in his brain like a book, vividly. The slightest tremor of the muscles of everyone's face, the tiniest curve of the corners of the mouth, not even a grain of sand or a speck of dust could escape his observation. Is this a deeper level of psionic observation, and I actually realized it at such a time?

Muhadi stepped forward to the center of the clearing, and two strong elven warriors brought up a guy with a blue nose and a swollen face, and Muhadi saw that it was also an elf, but not a member of the tribe.

"One who becomes a warrior cannot be without blood, come, take the life of this elf as your first victory!" said Chief Abiad.

Because of the ancient ruins, there are quite a few people from other tribes who want to plunder, but they are all defeated by the Scorpion tribe, and many elves are captured, which is also one of them.

With a blank face, Muhadi drew his scimitar and put it on the victim's neck, "Muhadi!!" the audience shouted agitation.

"Curse you a thousand times!" the elf in Muhadi's hand only smiled contemptuously at the imminent death.

The scimitar slashed, and the victim's throat was sliced cleanly, and red blood spilled all over the ground, staining the sand on the ground and al-Muhadi's armor.

After killing the victim with his own hands, Muhati felt a sense of peace in his heart, no guilt, no excitement, just coldness and calm. Was this a side effect of mastering psionic powers, he asked Unknown, but there was no answer.

The audience's love was almost at its peak, and men, women, and children, all delighted by this life-threatening act, frantically chanted Muhadi's name. What a formidable nation, Muhadi felt the violence and power that permeated him.

The body was quickly removed, and the chief brought over a long arrow made of bone head, and the ritual of biting the arrow began.

Muhadi knelt down on one knee with his hands stretched out at his sides, palms spread and fingers stretched out so that all the audience could see clearly.

"Swear by me!" young man. The chief said.

"I recognize the Scorpio tribe as my only object of loyalty, and at this moment, I will cut off the ......loyalty of the foreign monarchs, leaders, and leaders," Sheikh Abhiad said first, and Muhadi followed the oath.

“...... From now on, I will not fight until I die! I will not strive for honor and favor, and I will not seek fame. I will do my duty and die in my life. I am a blade in the desert, a warrior of the Scorpion Tribe. I am the dark clouds that hide the scorching sun, the trumpet that awakens the dawn, the guards against the great enemy, the warrior who never gives up. I dedicate a qiē honor and life to the Scorpio tribe......"

The crowd applauded violently, and Mohathir continued.

"I swear by the heavens and the earth, I swear by the steel and bronze, I swear by the fire and the sand!"

"May courage be with you!" the chief shouted mightily, and then thrust the arrow in his hand into Muha's cheek, who had already opened his mouth wide to meet the entrance examination.

A crude arrow made of animal bones pierced one of Muhadi's cheeks, and blood immediately gushed out, and his mouth was salty and sticky. Without the slightest pause, the arrow mercilessly pierced through the cheek on the other side and stretched out. The whole scissor runs across the mouth.

"Bite, bite, bite!" all the onlookers shouted with all their might, Fatuma's eyes showed concern, Fahd meant encouragement, and Hassan hid in a corner watching the excitement and waiting for a joke.

To his disappointment, though, Muhati withstood the blow with a composure that surprised all the spectators. There was not the slightest pain on his face, he could see clearly around him, and he didn't even bend his outstretched hand even for a moment!

The crowd roared, shaken by the man's perseverance and courage, and "bite the arrow!" they shouted.

With all his might, Muhadi bit down on the shaft of the long arrow, the rough texture of the wood irritating his tongue, and his mouth was almost filled with sticky blood.

With a wonderful click, the shaft of the old bush broke.

The sheikh hurriedly took the broken arrow from both sides of Muhadi's mouth and proudly showed it to the audience.

The boy vomited blood, somewhat weakly accepting the worship of the tribesmen. "Mu-Ha-Di!!"

"You are a normal person when you kneel," the chief bowed his head and looked at the human boy with some respect, "get up now, man of the Scorpion Tribe!"

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