The Quest team waited patiently for news from Solstone, and Bradch had arrived near the Salem Tribe Station with Harkonnen's body. The stubborn desert elf left the Oasis of Sasan with only a moa mount, and in order to speed up his journey, he tied Harkonnen's body to the back of the mount while he ran on his own feet.

Thanks to the "Huoxiang Righteous Qi Elixir" given by the ogre witch doctor Palu at the time of parting and his strong body, Brach led the moa that was reluctant to move forward because of exhaustion, and traveled more than 100 miles in the night, finally arriving at the Salem tribe's residence before the rising sun.

Like the Court of Sasam, it was an oasis in the middle of the desert, and it was supposed to be dotted with many vigilant rangers around it. However, by the time Braci was close enough to be stationed within a few miles, no sentinel had come to expel or interrogate him. It was unusual, and there was a vague speculation in Bradch's mind. Although this speculation would have reduced a lot of resistance to his trip if it were true, he did not want his words to be true.

When the Salem Elf, who had long been declared a rebel, re-entered the oasis after months of absence, he was not rounded up by the expected tribal warriors, and he did not even meet a few warriors with scimitars. The elven children who used to play endlessly were also ordered by their elders to stay quietly in their tents. Bradch only occasionally saw a few pairs of small eyes peeking out through the gap in the felt curtain, but in an instant there was a soft crow, and the curious little ones were driven away from the tent door by the ears of his mother.

Leading the moa carrying the Salem Chieftain, the Criminal, and the Son of Anda, Bradch walked through the crowds and bustling bazaars of merchants in the past, but today it was deserted, and arrived at his former residence. To his surprise, his tent hadn't been cut down by Harknan's order - perhaps the kid hadn't arrived yet, the desert elf comforted him.

The "Human Head Pillar" that once symbolized the honor of his great samurai - it was several times the "human head pillar" planted by other great samurai at the door of his house, which was the proudest decoration of the "tongue puller" in the past, but now it seems a little meaningless in the eyes of this "returnee", and he even wrapped the bridle of the moa mount around one of the "human head pillars" at will.

"I'm sorry, I've forgotten whose it is, this stupid bird will have to ask you to watch it for a while. ”

Lift the curtain of the tent and step inside. Scimitars, leather armor, and sound crystals were still neatly stacked in the storage boxes in his tent, and it seemed that the thieves and urchins of the tribe still remembered their nickname as "tongue pullers". With a sigh, the fatigue of running for hundreds of miles in the desert with only his feet came to his heart for a while.

Bradch gently lowered Harkonnen, wrapped in a blazing shadow skin, and rested for a moment on a small pestle in the corner of the tent. Then he laboriously put on the ceremonial armor given by the deceased Hajir Khan, tanned in the skin of the Blazing Shadow and embedded with silver thread, and replaced the enchanted necklace around his neck—the Syllable Crystal that had been set in the necklace had lost its magical aura for months of not being properly maintained. Fortunately, he had a spare sound crystal in his tent, and Bradch picked up the tool and skillfully changed it. The last he picked up were two scimitars—also given by Hajir Khan, forged in steel and adorned with opal—and the two he had taken with him had been completely damaged in the battle the night before. Brach had to return the pair of sophisticated weapons for the next move, but he didn't want to use them if he had a choice later.

With these preparations in place, the desert elves, who had been terrified like lost dogs for months, were transformed back into the master of Salem's voice and the great warrior of the tribe. He picked up Harkonnen, who had been placed on the ground, lifted the felt curtain of the tent and strode out.

The deserted scene at Salem's garrison accurately revealed to Braczy that the other nobles of the tribe had gathered all the warriors and were holding a "king-electing meeting". As it turned out, the news of Harknan's death had spread throughout the tribe along with the retreating army, and the princes of Salem were the first to learn of it. Shocked by the crowd, revenge for the chief or other matters were put on hold, and the first thing to solve was to elect a new chief.

Harkonnen was defeated and died, and the blood of Hajar Otto's male line was completely severed. According to ancestral rule, all Salem tribal noble warriors were eligible to become the new chieftains. It was just a matter of passing the martial arts test of the great samurai and having other nobles publicly vote for their merits and inmerits, and this process of electing a new chief was called the "Election of the King".

This "king-electing meeting" has been held for more than half a day, and it is the noble samurai who are constantly being brought out of the venue who have died due to failed competitions that make the atmosphere of the Salem garrison so cold and solemn. Based on the experience of these tribesmen and the merchants who came and went to the area, the "king election conference" was not uncommon, and in fact, Hajar Otto also took the opportunity to become the chief of Salem - they knew that the best option at this time was to hide in the tent and avoid the sword soldiers, and wait until the desert elf nobles "elected" a new king before running out of the mountain to shout long live.

It's just that Brach can't choose to hide like ordinary tribesmen, and as a declared tribal "rebel", he must use the knife in his hand and the words in his mouth to snatch the afterhumous prestige that belongs to the son of Hajar.

There is no need to ask other desert elves about the location of the "Election of the King", as a former partner of Hajar Otto, Bradch has even stood in the ring. At that time, he was young and vigorous, and the scimitar in his hand and the words in his mouth pointed to him, and no warrior of the entire Salem tribe dared to fight him...... Bradch passed by the underground pen where the Blazing Shadow Beasts were raised, and turned left and right in the dark passage of the underground cavern, and came to a huge cavern that was full of people.

It was as if all of Salem had been moved here, and the dense crowd of samurai filled the entire tunnel. Bradch stepped into the middle of the action, not attracting the attention of the passionate Salem nobles, whose eyes were all focused on the center ring. The great warriors under the command of the various princes were "testing" each other's martial arts for the objects of their allegiance.

Standing in the ring was the defending champion, who had just knocked off an opponent and was slapping his breastplate with his scimitar, showing off his bravery to all the Desert Elf warriors present. "I'm here to fight you!" stimulated by the champion, another warrior in the audience challenged him.

The desert elf who came to the stage used a war stick with an iron thistle wrapped around the ends of the pole, perhaps because it was an inch long and an inch strong, or perhaps because the champion had used too much strength to defend the ring before. After a few strokes, the warrior caught a flaw, slammed the cross-block corner, and stabbed the tribulus in the face with a thrust. When the previous brawler climbed and fell out of the ring, the new champion began to repeat the former's behavior.

Bradch, who was carrying Harkonnen's corpse, couldn't help but shake his head as he watched the farcical fight. After placing the item on his shoulders in a gap in the rock wall, he straightened up and said:

"The desert wind and sand rise ......"

Under the effect of the art of sound, Bradch's words were like thunder on the ground, reverberating the entire cavern.

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