"Say a little more. The elf girl lowered her voice and replied.

Muhadi detailed the appearance and characteristics of the slave trader, deliberately exaggerating the opulence and arrogance of the other party. "They'll be out in two days. However, because he had a large number of slaves with him and had just paid a large amount of livestock, he would walk very slowly in the desert. ”

"You don't know how many escorts they have?" Fatuma seemed a little moved, and began to ask for the specifics of the caravan.

"......I don't know," said al-Muhathir, but as if a flash of inspiration struck his mind, he added, "but certainly not much." ”

"Why? can you be sure?" the girl asked, her breath hot as she exhaled.

"Because he paid a hundred camels before!"

"This means one thing, that is, he must have many courtiers under him. Think about it, even if one master controls two camels, there are at least fifty. Muhadi continued along his train of thought, "and he also brought with him some miscellaneous servants, such as translators and parasols." This can only show one thing, that is, he does not have many guards. ”

"Hmm. There is some truth. The girl nodded almost invisibly, "At least a hundred camels and fifty royal husbands, if they had taken a lot of guards, would have exceeded the carrying capacity of most of the nearby oases, and they would have been trapped in the desert long ago because they could not find enough water." ”

"Then you agreed?" asked Muhadi.

Fatumai gestured in denial, "Send a few little guys to secretly observe that team and see how much supplies they need to replenish when they stay in the tribe." Let's talk about it if it's safe. ”

That was all he could be, and Muhadi agreed, just as the sheikh summoned him to the next sport, and he stood up, shook off the sand, and stepped forward.

Unlike archery, which mainly shows skills, the following activities mainly promote and demonstrate one's martial arts.

Standing in the center of the audience, Muhathir boasted about how heroic and fearless he was, according to traditional custom. At the end, he ends with "Does anyone dare to question my statements, test my courage?!", as prescribed in the old etiquette.

It seems that there are really a lot of elves who are interested in Muhadi, a young man who has been promoted to a warrior as a human. As soon as he could finish speaking, four elves stepped forward and formed a circle to challenge him.

The elf standing in the north was clad in a burqa inlaid with gold thread, and underneath the burqa was a piece of chain mail, and the handle of his scimitar shone with a golden sheen.

The burly warrior in the south had a gorgeous blue cloak and a blue glazed stone shield tied to his right hand, which he held on to the handle of his weapon with his left hand.

The samurai in the East, with his youthful figure and deep eyes, covered most of his face with a mask and concealed his weapons under his pearl-colored robes.

Finally, there was Hassan standing in the West, dressed in one of his best armors, and his fleshy face looked hideous because it was stained with lizard blood. His eyes were as if they were bloodshot, vicious and ugly.

"Four people?" Muhadi now muttered to himself.

"Collect your body. Hassan said succinctly.

"But who will collect the body for you?" the boy turned to face him, "which one will come first!?"

"Me. The elf in the golden burqa spoke first, and he drew his golden scimitar.

With a psychic premonition, Muhadi easily dodged his opponent's attacks and flashed to the side. Then he pulled out his scimitar and struck it from the bottom up, hitting the elf in the face, causing him to scream and fall out.

There was a terrible shout from the audience, and two tribesmen, presumably friends or relatives, came up and carried down the fallen samurai, unconscious, and returned to the onlookers without saying a word.

"Who's next?!"

The young elf with deep eyes took out a half-handed sword from under his robe and a large net made of thick linen rope and came to Muhadi, "I. With that, he threw the net out.

Muhadi stepped on the net with one foot and tugged on his fingers, causing the opponent to lose his balance. Just as the elven warrior stumbled forward, he reversed his sciglint and struck his opponent in the jaw with the handle.

The two elves rose from the audience, glared at the boy, and then lowered their eyes, and they took their husbands away, and a strange scent followed them.

"Next!" said Muhadi.

The burly warrior in the blue cloak stepped forward, and he threw away his weapon and round shield, "I'm going to wrestle with you, Muhadi." ”

The boy withdrew his scimitar and met his opponent.

At this juncture, Hassan was just patiently observing, no matter how much he hated Muhadi, and his warrior instincts demanded that he first look for flaws in the other party.

The burly warrior grabbed the boy by the back of the neck with his left hand and pulled his head forward, as did Muhadi. The samurai then twisted his body and wrapped his right arm around the boy's left shoulder and the back of his neck, dragging his head tightly and pulling it towards his hip as he turned sideways and pulled him forward.

Muhadi's hand reached for the other's back. He grabbed the elf's left shoulder with his left hand, reached behind his knee with his right hand, straightened up, and lifted his opponent's legs off the ground.

For a moment, he held the elf in his hands like a baby, and then lifted him up to shoulder height. He threw the samurai to the ground and lunged on it, smashing his knee into his opponent's body. When the boy stood up again, his opponent didn't move.

This is the effect of the self suggesting, a new spiritual energy that the boy has realized in the past two days. It can stimulate its full potential and hormones, just like a person in a desperate situation bursts out with unimaginable strength.

After the burly blue warrior withdrew, only Hassan was still standing in front of Muhadi, who looked at the boy and said coldly, "I'm not as vulnerable as those three wastewoods. ”

"Then what are you doing standing?" said Muhadi, "come up and prove it, and if you don't want to fight, you can kiss the sand I walked on." ”

Hassan didn't answer, and rushed straight at the knife. Muhadi dodged, dodged, and dodged another blow.

Adamantite and Adamantite intersected in the air, and the boy was forced to take a step back and dissolve the other's strength.

Chief Abiad was also watching the contest take seriously, and it was too risky to have a new human join serve as an envoy, even if it was just one of the lieutenants. Whether this human boy has real ability or not, he still needs enough proof.

Muhadi swapped the scimitar into the other, stepped away some distance, and began to condense psionic energy. However, Hassan refused to give him this opportunity, and immediately strode to follow, swinging his sword and slashing.

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