Chapter 6256 Chaplin
At this moment, Erezi was already thinking about the gods he believed in and began to pray, hoping that the gods could help him at this critical moment.
This is all he can do, there is no other way, facing a distance of 340 meters, he is completely unsure.
It is still possible to shoot an arrow three hundred and forty meters, but it is almost impossible to achieve excellent accuracy.
So at this time, what he needs most is luck.
Luck has come, and nothing can stop it...
Not long after, the sound of cheers came from Erezi's ears.
"Zhaobie!"
"Archer!"
The shouting like a mountain made him understand immediately that the competition was over.
Did you win?
With hope in his heart, he opened his eyes.
Subsequently, he fell into a long period of despair.
Because the person who is enjoying the cheers of the crowd is not himself, but the Timur next to him, damn Timur!
Almost everyone is pursuing Timur, breaking the record of Iron Teeth and Golden Tent.
In the past many years of the Naadam Conference, no archery record has been produced that has reached such a terrifying level. This time it can be regarded as recorded in the history books.
On the way back, Erisi was in a trance and had not really woken up yet.
The moment he saw Qinggetai, he knew he was in trouble.
“Trash, I wasted so much money in vain.”
Qinggeltai spat on the ground, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Erris's defeat disrupted all his plans.
As long as one of the three competitions does not come first, you will not be awarded the title of No. 1 Warrior in the end.
And now, in the first archery competition, Erezi, whom he cultivated so hard, has lost. This means that the only one who can win the title of the first warrior is Timur who won the first place in archery. Son.
Qinggeltai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Now that he is sure that he cannot take the title of No. 1 Warrior into his own pocket, he can only settle for the next best thing. He cannot let Timur win the first place in the latter two.
As long as Timur failed in the last two items, or even just one item, he would have barely achieved his goal.
However, he now has no confidence in Erris at all.
In the team behind him, he found the golden guards who were pretending to be his guards.
This golden-clad guard is not the man in black with whom he negotiated the deal yesterday, but one of the men in black.
"I agree to what you proposed. Send your brave men to defeat Timur." After Qing Geertai met, the first thing he said was to agree to another proposal proposed by Jin Yiwei. A deal, but only if Tamerlane must be defeated.
"As you wish, King Tieya, one of our strongest prairie warriors, Lord Als, has come in person. He will defeat Timur with his own hands." Jin Yiwei said.
“Where is Master Als?” Qinggeltai glanced around and did not see Als.
"Lord Als is in the crowd. He will play when the latest competition starts." Jin Yiwei said.
Qinggeltai was relieved now. Although he had never met Als, he had heard of his name.
Gili Khan has ten warriors, and Als is one of them.
Als is best at attacking from close quarters. He is extremely powerful and can defeat tigers and leopards, and his body is unusually strong. In addition, he is also very skilled in skills. Qinggertai returned to the stands. At this time, after a short break, the arena had been set up.
The second competition will be held below.
The second item is one of the grassland traditions, wrestling!
After prairie people have been trained, the difference in general wrestling skills is actually not that big.
Therefore, what really determines victory or defeat has a lot to do with physical fitness.
Physical quality can be seen from the appearance. Those who are taller, stronger and heavier often have an advantage.
Because the first brave person is selected for wrestling this time, there are not so many tricks. Those who defeat three people in a row can enter the next round, and then continue to compete, such a round of screening. Come down and it won't take long to choose the strongest wrestler.
There are also many women in the grassland, who are very tough, but wrestling competitions have nothing to do with women. After all, this is a close-fitting sport. Even in a relatively open grassland, it is impossible for women to participate in such a sport.
There are five arenas in total, and five referees arranged in advance came to the field.
Next, those prairie men who had the strength and skills began to come to the stage spontaneously.
Of course, the physical quality is obvious at a glance, and those who are not strong enough will not go back to the stage at all.
Every time at the Naadam Conference, someone would almost fall to death by mistake, so if you are not really confident enough, you will not go on stage.
Qinggetai was sitting in the stands, surrounded by high-level officials sitting in iron and gold tents. He glanced to the side.
Sitting on the side is Zhuoer, a very unpleasant old guy.
Zhuoer looked like a rich man. He was sitting on a chair. The fat on his body trembled when he moved a little. Beside him, three beautiful maids fanned him, fed him water, and beat his legs.
"Ertai, you are still young and it is not the time to enjoy yourself. I, an old guy, am old and it is time to enjoy life." Zhuoer laughed, with a calm expression on his face.
Qinggeltai gritted his teeth and wanted to slap Zhuoer hard, but in the end he endured it.
This old guy has a high prestige in the Iron Teeth and Gold Tent. Now he has a higher goal and it is not the time to offend the old guy.
"What uncle said is that we young people should take on greater responsibilities before we have time to enjoy ourselves." Qinggeltai nodded.
"It is not difficult to have greater power. The prerequisite is that you have the ability to carry this power. Young people, please work harder. I believe that under your control, the Iron Teeth and Golden Tent can achieve greater glory."
< br>Zhuoer said with a smile, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of the maid beside him.
Qinggertai turned his head and looked at the ring, with a sneer on his face.
Let the old guy play for a while first, and after he has completely controlled the situation, let the old guy go back to his hometown to retire.
He has long been tired of the old guy's reliance on his old age.
At this time, there had been fighting in the ring for some time.
The onlookers gradually became excited. The struggle of the most primitive power can easily arouse the most primitive enthusiasm.
“Pa!”
Als lifted a prairie man high into the air and threw him heavily on the stage, making a loud noise.
The prairie man struggled a few times on the ring and then could no longer get up.
The fall was too heavy, and the grassland man was seriously injured. Whether he can be cured in the future is still unknown.
The prairie men in the audience who were about to go on stage looked at each other, and for a moment, they didn’t dare to go on stage.
(End of this chapter)