Leach's idea was good, but when he actually put it into practice, he found that it was not what he thought.

Originally, the three of them agreed that whichever pit has more people around, there will be an opponent who needs special attention, but it is obvious that the living habits of the steppe people are very different from those outside. The reason why they choose the viewing location has nothing to do with the strength of the contestants, but is very casual, and they go wherever they want.

The goal of the three is to observe a few more opponents on the second day, so they can't stay by the same pit all the time and watch, so it is inevitable that many important things will be missed.

Until all the games were over, Leach didn't really have as much information as he thought.

But no matter what, it is true that the three of them once again appreciated the strangeness of the skills of the steppe warriors.

After the first stage of the selection was over, it was almost dark, everyone returned to their tents, and the three of Leach also went back to pick up Kashail's class, Lena was their partner, and they couldn't always trouble an outsider to take care of them, that would be too much to say.

The night in the savannah is exceptionally bright, not to the point of almost daytime, but the visibility is very good. Such a beautiful scenery will naturally not be wasted.

After a sumptuous dinner, the young prairie men and women came out of their tents, singing, dancing, or wrestling, and the freshly quiet prairie became lively again.

However, at such a festive moment, there is a tent that does not fit in with its surroundings.

A stout stake, a bowl of water, a extinguished oil lamp, and two dutiful guards at the door, where Podoska was being held.

Despite the clear moonlight, it was still pitch black inside the tent, and Podoska, whose hands were tied to a stake behind his back, hung his head motionless, not knowing what he was thinking, and the faint sound of laughter from outside did not interest him in the slightest. If it weren't for the regular undulation of the chest, it would be almost indistinguishable from a stone sculpture.

"How's it going, are you still there?" asked someone as the footsteps approached.

"I'm here, I don't know what you command?" the guard's tone was very respectful, and it was clear that the person questioning was of high status.

"There is no order, but the patriarch has already decided what to do with him, and specially sent me to inform him. Give, this is the token of the patriarch. ”

After a few moments, the guard's voice sounded again: "Check it is correct, you can go in." ”

Then, the curtain of the tent was opened, and a slender figure appeared inside the tent.

When the man came in, he seemed to be very uncomfortable with the darkness in the tent for a while, and after a moment of pause, he found the direction of the oil lamp, and then took out a fire fold from his bosom, and stepped forward to light the oil lamp.

The next moment, the inside of the tent became bright.

Podoska was unkempt, and even though he had only been imprisoned for three days, his whole spirit had completely lost its original shadow and had become very decadent. Even if a man had come in from the tent that had never been there except for the two guards at the door, and suddenly became bright, it did not attract his attention in the slightest.

The man who came in, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a golden belt around his waist that rarely appears in the prairie, was Kurolir, who had already ascended to the position of grass master.

"You...... Is it alright?" asked softly, gently placing the oil lamp on the grass in front of Podoska, Curolir with a complicated expression.

Hearing the familiar voice of Kurolil, Podoska recovered from the dead silence, raised her head stiffly, her voice hoarse, but her tone was calm: "Are you here to laugh at me......?

Hearing this, Culolil sighed: "If I wanted to laugh at you, I would have come a long time ago, so why wait until now?"

"Didn't you come to laugh at me?" said Podoska, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, "to show your hypocrisy?

"Bodosca, you ...... by mistake"

Before Kurolil finished speaking, he was interrupted by a suddenly angry Podoska: "Okay, put away your deceptive tricks, we both grew up together, who are you, don't I know?"

Kurolil smiled helplessly, and was about to continue to explain, when Podoska suddenly became calm again, and preemptively said: "However, although you are so hypocritical that it is annoying, it is not in vain that we can remember to come and see me at this time." I have a few questions, can you be kind enough to answer them for me?"

Although it had nothing to do with the purpose of his visit, seeing that Podosca had calmed down and inevitably stimulated him again, Cullolir finally nodded.

"Thank you......"

Kurolil never imagined that the first thank you he heard from Podoska would be in such a situation, and his feelings were extremely complicated.

"The first question, what would have happened if I hadn't grabbed the bag at that time?"

"Father he didn't lie to you, this is indeed the last test, as long as you can pass it successfully, he will really treat you as his own person, not only will he tell you everything, Father He also specially prepared some important tasks for you to complete. If you hadn't done anything then, you'd definitely be the mainstay of our Frostwolf tribe by now!"

Hearing this, a cloudy tear flowed from the corner of Podoska's eyes, perhaps regretting his mistakes, or feeling sad about his current situation, but his mouth was not idle: "Second question, patriarch...... When did Muhandil decide to put aside his feud with the Wind Owl and work together against the Federation?"

Although he did not know why Podoska suddenly asked about this, Kurolil replied truthfully: "It began before he took over as patriarch, to be exact, when he met a noble man when he was young, and as for who that noble man was, my father never told me. ”

"Why did you ...... to the wind owl ten years ago?"

"It can't be helped. "You know, my father did some decisive things to secure the position of patriarch, but that was only on the surface. Because the means were too drastic, although the clansmen recognized the status of the patriarch of their father, they were only superficial, and they didn't really want to admit it in their hearts. ”

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, you can understand that if it wasn't for my father's deliberate release of water, with the strength of the wind owl at that time, how could he take away the position of the grass lord from him? ”