There are thousands of tribes in the desert, and there are thousands of different customs. But there is a custom that is common in almost all tribes, and even breaks through the prejudice of race, this custom is biting arrows.
The few historians on Attas infer that, based on the breadth and popularity of this custom, biting arrows was produced in ancient times and is the legacy of the ancient halfling civilization. Most modern Athas inhabitants deny this claim, though they all accept arrow biting as an important ritual to symbolize a tribe member's official status as a samurai.
On the day that Muhadi officially became a samurai, the elves in the tribe all dressed up, regardless of gender, age, or child, all bare-chested and bare-backed, with only a painted leather vest on the outside. Each member is tied with horsehair leggings and a leather band around the waist. The male elves smeared their muscles with the fat of grazing lizards, sipped roasted lizard meat with insect honey and pepper, drank fermented mare's milk and a hallucinogenic drink called night shadow water, separated by The campfires were laughing at each other, shouting and shouting one after another.
The female elves were only slightly reserved. They walked around recklessly and greeted the young single male elves loudly. Others gather together and secretly share jokes that aren't meant to be told to men. Even the businessmen and adventurers who came to the tribe were attracted by this grand scene and looked on with interest.
Muhadi had never seen such a bizarre, astonishing gathering of all kinds of races - elves, humans, moors, dwarves, etc. mixed together. All sorts of bizarre mounts and livestock are scattered around the crowd - horses, greyscale birds, landwalking lizards, shelled beetles and even giant giant beetles. Plates of food were brought before everyone's eyes, including fragrant pieces of meat, big black leba, fat horse intestines, various fruits and beet soup. Muhadi only tasted a small amount of everything. On today's big day, his stomach kept churning and it was hard to swallow.
The young man himself dressed up very heroically. Fatumai lent him a piece of exquisite plate armor, which was made from the shells of diggers. There were some mysterious lines drawn on it. The joints of this worm shell plate are made of thick lizard leather, which not only takes into account the defense, but also ensures flexibility. The mithril machete excavated from the desert ruins was slung across his waist, and it was re-polished with a cold light.
Even before it was dark, many torches were lit and inserted around the camp. The elves sat in an open space, and many thin-necked oil lamps in the shape of Aladdin's magic lamp were placed in the shape of a hexagram on the open space. Everyone, including the elves, as well as the humans and other races passing by the tribe, were infected by the atmosphere and were elated.
Ah, not everyone is happy, at least Hassan is not happy, he has a gloomy face all day, his expression seems to be eating horse dung, and when someone makes fun of him, he glares back, so in the end he has no choice but to. Sit by yourself.
Becoming a samurai is the most important ritual that many tribe members can experience in their lives, so it is usually held ceremoniously. Today's ceremony is extraordinarily grand, because the tribe has made a lot of money and it is time to celebrate.
Chief Abiad walked to the middle of the open space, raised his hands to signal, and when the surroundings were quiet, he started his speech in a high and generous voice. :
"My twins!" Chief Ariad opened his voice and stared at the elves sitting around him with piercing eyes. "This is a difficult time, this is a painful time, this is a time when there is little hope and only struggle to survive!"
"But we are still surviving tenaciously and growing through hardships," the chief gestured with powerful gestures, just right to mobilize the audience's emotions. "Because we are the people of fire and sand! Because we are watered with blood and dust!"
The elves burst into a roar. "Fire and sand! Fire and sand! Fire and sand!"
The chief continued to speak, and the words splashed, "The sun and the strong wind forge a man..." At this time, Muhadi heard Fatuma who was beside him snort disdainfully.
"...On the green land, only cowards grow! Those kneeling people hiding behind the tall city walls of Tyre City actually want us to let the descendants of Fire and Sand and the noble Scorpion tribe submit!"
"What do they know about deserts?! How do they know about sandstorms and sand lizards?! How do they know about the scorching heat at noon and the cold winds in the early morning?! All their lives, they know how to hide in stone houses and tremble in the face of the power of the desert! In response, the audience shouted "shai-hulud!" In the ancient Elvish language, this word has a very rich meaning, representing approval, cheering, and many other connotations.
How is this going? Wasn't Fahad's idea to arrange me in the team of the envoy Tyr? Why did he listen to the chief's tone, as if he had a falling out with Tyr? Muhadi looked at Fahd who was sitting in the distance with some doubts, and the latter returned him with an expression of "everything is under control".
"Today we are gathered here not only to celebrate our discovery of the wealth of the ancient ancestors, but also to celebrate the miracle of such a young man, such a desert survivor. He came from the depths of the desert to join us. "
"shai-hulud!" The audience shouted again, and many familiar elves turned their heads and applauded Muhadi.
"It was this person who saved my daughter from the mouth of Sha Jiao!" Muhadi felt Fatuma calmly put his hand under his plate armor and twisted it hard. "It's this person who discovered ancient ruins and strengthened my clan!
The cheers of the audience rose from wave to wave, as if to fill the whole world. "shai-hulud! shai-hulud! shai-hulud!!"
"Here, I am honored to announce that this young man will be accepted as a warrior of our tribe! Step forward and accept your destiny, Muhadi!"
"Muad'did! Muad'did! Mu-ha-di!"
Amid the noise, Mohadi slowly got up, a trace of excitement, joy, and of course more hope for the possibility of regaining his freedom in the future. Fatumai muttered in a low voice, "Don't embarrass me on it!", mixed in the noisy voice, but he could hear it very clearly.
Everything around him became a little unnatural, the audience, the cheers, the firelight, and Muhadi noticed everything around him at the same time, in every detail, the tiniest place, the most insignificant detail, all unfolded in his brain like a book, vividly. The slightest twitching of the muscles on everyone's face, the tiniest curve at the corner of the mouth, not even a grain of sand or dust could escape his observation. Is this a deeper level of psionic observation ability, and I actually realized it at such a time.
Muhadi stepped forward and walked to the center of the clearing. Two strong elf warriors brought up a guy with a bruised nose and a bruised face. Muhadi saw that he was also an elf, but not a member of the tribe.
"One who becomes a warrior cannot be without blood, come, take the life of this elf as your first victory!" Chief Abiad said.
Because of the discovery of ancient ruins, there were quite a few people from other tribes who wanted to loot, but they were all defeated by the Scorpion tribe, and many elves were captured, and this was one of them.
Muhadi pulled out his machete expressionlessly and put it on the victim's neck, "Muhadi!!" The audience shouted agitatedly.
"Curse you a thousand times!" The elf in Muhadi's hand just smiled contemptuously at the death that was so close at hand.
The machete slashed, the victim's throat was cut cleanly, and the red blood spilled on the ground, contaminating the sand on the ground and Muhadi's armor.
Is this death? After killing the victim with his own hands, Muhadi felt peace in his heart, no guilt, no excitement, just cold and calm. Is this a side effect of mastering psionic power? He asked the unknown, but there was no answer.
The emotions of the audience almost reached their peak. Men and women, young and old, were delighted by the act of taking their lives and shouted the name of Muhadi frantically. What a formidable nation, Muhadi felt the violence and power that pervaded him.
The corpse was quickly removed, the chief brought a long arrow made of bone, and the ceremony of biting the arrow officially began.
Muhadi knelt down on one knee, his hands stretched flat to his sides, his palms open and his fingers straight, so that all the audience could see clearly.
"Swear by me! Young man," said the chief.
"I recognize the Scorpion tribe as my only loyal object. At this moment, I will sever the loyalty of all outsiders' monarchs, leaders, and leaders..." Chief Abiad said first, and Muhadi followed the oath sentence by sentence.
"...From now on, until I die! I will not fight for honor and fame. I will do my duty and live and die. I am the sharp blade in the desert, the warrior of the Scorpion. I am the dark cloud that covers the scorching sun, Wake up the horn of dawn, guard against the enemy, warrior who will never give up. I dedicate all honor and life to the Scorpion tribe..."
The crowd applauded violently, and Muhadi continued.
"I swear in the name of heaven and earth, I swear in the name of steel and bronze, I swear in the name of fire and sand!"
"May the courage be with you!" The chief shouted loudly, and then slammed the long arrow in his hand into Muha's cheek, and Muha's mouth had already opened his mouth to welcome this postgraduate entrance examination.
A rough arrow made of animal bones pierced through one of Mohadi's cheeks, and blood immediately poured out, his mouth salty and sticky. The arrow didn't stop at all, and mercilessly pierced the cheek on the other side and stretched out. The whole scissors passed across the mouth.
"Bite! Bite! Bite!" All the elves onlookers shouted with all their strength, Fatuma's eyes showed concern, Fahd encouraged, Hassan hid in a corner to watch the fun and wait for a joke .
But to his disappointment, Muhadi took the blow with surprising composure to all the audience. There was no pain on his face, he could see clearly around him, and he didn't even bend his straight hand even that much!
The crowd roared, shaken by the superhuman perseverance and courage, "Bite the arrow!" they shouted.
Muhadi exerted all his strength and bit the shaft of the long arrow. The rough texture of the wood irritated his tongue, and his mouth was almost filled with viscous blood.
Work hard! With a beautiful click, the shaft of the old bush broke.
The chief quickly took out the broken arrow from both sides of Muhadi's mouth and proudly showed it to the audience.
The young man vomited blood and accepted the worship of the tribesmen weakly. "Mu-ha-di!!"
"You kneel down and look like an ordinary person," the chief bowed his head and looked at the human boy with some respect, "Get up now, the man of the Scorpion tribe!"