The African continent of this world is compared to the medieval Africa of parallel time and space.

It can only be said that it is more peculiar.

Even the weapons they use are strange.

When Chaisu attacked the tribes of North Africa, he found that these tribes had many weapons, and they were strange, and they didn't know how to use them, and the people of these tribes didn't know how to use them, but they only said that they were sacrificial vessels left by their ancestors.

This sword of Darabunbana has a name in West Africa, the sword of the head catcher.

The body of the sword is made of steel, and it looks strange, like a ferrule.

The weapon flashed, and Desley just wanted to laugh.

To say that he is a sword is not like it, but he can't find any other name.

It's a bit like multiple short knives, pinched off the handles, and then connected together.

In the sacrificial ceremony of Songhai, the purpose of this sword is to "capture the head".

Criminals who were caught would be put around their necks with such swords by Songhai warriors.

Then the soldier began to exert his strength, pulling left and right, pushing and removing.

The sharp blade (sword) will cut the blood vessels in the person's neck, and then capture the head.

After that, it was dedicated to the god of the Songhai people.

This is the sacrificial sword, and the Songhai people use this sword at this time to express a sense of respect for their opponents.

A nobleman asked the translator, can this thing be called a sword? Right now, it's a long sword competition, not a fool's errand.

As there was much discussion, the interpreter asked Dara Bampa.

After the latter had said a bunch of words, the interpreter translated them.

This translator is from North Africa, believes in the Illuminati religion, and speaks the Songhai native language.

He was hired as a diplomat by King Songhai, who is known as a scholar, and accompanied him on this trip.

The interpreter looked at the nobles and said, "If you need a demonstration, please give us a person to kill, and we will perform it for your Excellency." ”

"What do you mean by someone who can be killed?"

"Damn criminals."

There were no criminals at the moment, but a nobleman had a whim and handed over one of his thieves.

The nobleman said, "This man has broken my law, and should be put to death. ”

Dalabapa listened to the interpreter's words, and then danced and chanted the words.

The appearance is weird, the weapons are weird, and there is a sense of specialness all over the body.

When the prisoner is brought up.

Dhara Bomba put his sword on the man's head.

In the next second, there were shouts from the whole audience, from the criminals, as well as from the people and nobles.

He pulled hard, and the extremely sharp blade cut off the entire head.

Now Desley didn't dare to despise it anymore.

If you get caught in this weapon and pull it hard, you will soon be headless earl.

I thought it was a soft persimmon, but I didn't expect it to be so fierce.

Bran thought to himself, he knew this was the case, and put them in line with other opponents.

The head-catching sword emits a terrifying evil feeling.

Songhai also has a broken tendon sword, a tongue cutting knife and other weapons that are not lost to the head hunting sword.

Desley kept his distance, he knew it was a VIP Gentile and didn't want to see red blood.

But this Songhai man has black skin and red eyes, and the weapons in his hands are terrifying and evil.

Desley is still fighting with all his heart.

Woooooo

Unable to attack for a long time, Dara Bampa shouted a strange sound, not with his mouth, but with the harsh sound of his stomach.

This is a kind of war sound, which is commonly used by the Songhai people.

Enthralling with a high-decibel cacophony, then selling the wounds in exchange for the ability to dominate the enemy with a single blow.

When faced with wild beasts, they will do the same, chasing at high speed, waving their weapons as they wield.

However, the fighting skills of this Songhai people, as well as the armor on their bodies, are a little worse.

Desley was wearing a helmet.

His head-catching sword misses and is out of size.

So Dursley got through the initial confusion and gained the upper hand.

Then seize the opportunity and hit the enemy in the leg with the back of his sword, causing the Songhai man to fall to the ground and admit defeat.

Although he won, Desley didn't want to take the bloodied weapon at all, and he even felt sick to his stomach.

However, this weapon was very popular with Vlad, and he took one look at it, and immediately wanted to test it on the sinners of the territory, to see their reaction to fear.

Desley had a thrilling win, and he and Ambu both won both competitions.

After two more rounds, a sword contest came to a Milanese.

This time it was Hilde's own subordinate, one of the seven generals, Tu Qimu.

This pirate is also not bad.

He was flanked by a Roman knight.

The Roman knight was strong and looked to be two hundred pounds.

Tuqimu is compared with him, just like a teenager and an adult.

The black prince, who had just placed a bet on Bran to scratch a pen, made a bet with Bran at this time.

Bran had understood that Joan was going to find fault.

It was only after talking to Jiuxi just now, it seems that the problem is with the woman.

"I'll bet on this Roman knight to win, and bet on forty adult horsemen and horses."

Equivalent to 40 million purchasing power!

This Roman knight had participated in real sword competitions, and was once a senior member of the Templar Order, and Joan recognized it at a glance.

This time the stakes are outrageous.

Bran could even take a town's land against it.

Bran was calm on the surface, but angry in his heart.

He said to the Black Prince, "Okay, I agree, but it's getting late, let them finalize." ”

"Yes."

Joan was reassuring, he felt that Brand's behavior was too stupid.

Of course, he won't want these forty bodies, he wants to give Bran grace and give Bran a face.

A few more rounds passed, and by the time the fat knight had his sword in hand and had confronted Tuqimu.

Joan looked at Bran with a smile on her face, as if she had already won the bet.

But after the sword competition, the fat knight's movements were very stiff, and he didn't hit the sword many times, and the last one turned around and took out the sword, and Tuqimu seized the opportunity, desperately injured the fat knight's wooden sword to stab him in the shoulder, but the wooden sword in his hand was aimed at the fat knight's navel.

So, Tuqimu won.

At this point, Bran exchanged glances with Hilde.

Just now Bran proposed the finale, and he gave Hilde a look, and Hilde read the air and went to meet the fat knight in private.

The conditions are very simple, give him five Chengjia plus horses, and let him lose.

In terms of conversion value, as long as the fat knight plays match-fixing, one game is equivalent to earning a huge amount of five million in the future.

If the fat knight doesn't comply, then the next fat knight will face the East China Sea Angry Bear.

If you can fight after the meat, then I will send you to pick up the cannon fist.

"My soul is noble, I have the spirit of a fair duel, and I cannot be bought by dirty money." The Fat Knight continued to hold on.

After righteous remarks, Hilde raised the elevated grid to six, seven, and finally nine.

Hilde let out hateful words, and the nine bodies didn't answer, so he relied on his real skills to fight this and play the game.

The big punch of the casserole made the fat knight raise the price to ten and was willing to play match-fixing.

He wanted to stick to chivalry, but Heard had too much.

And off the field, the fat knight also let the servants buy themselves and lose and earn two.

If this battle is really fought, Bran doesn't know who will win, but he is not willing to take risks, he wants to be ten sure.

After Bran won this game, he was replaced by the Black Prince to owe Bran a sum of money.

Bran said softly, "Well done." ”

I don't know who I told you.

He also felt that these nobles were idiots, the home field, the competition system, the prize money, including the soldiers on the garrison, were all under his own hands, who could bet on himself?

At the end of the day, Bran and the other nobles had calculated their lotteries, and had earned eleven armor and horses.