The most powerful and oldest of the three tribes, the Avon tribe, in the most central stone house. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Big brother, what did you say?"

A thick voice full of disbelief sounded, the owner of the voice was burly, the simple animal skin was dressed casually, and a heroic and uninhibited and determined spirit unconsciously emanated from that figure.

"Buwanga, my brother, you take the people of the third line, go!"

Looking at the middle-aged orc standing in the stone house, full of leadership temperament, sitting alone in the center of the stone house, Soler's old face was full of loneliness, and his tall back couldn't help but feel a lot more rickety.

"Take a detour from the north to the eastern wilderness! The farther you go, the better......"

Although he is old, he has a domineering spirit, Soler, the old Evan patriarch, at this moment, is sitting alone in the center of the stone house, the gold-level animal skin is under his feet, and in the rough and atmospheric simple stone house, this old man who has spent his life for the Evan tribe seems to have exhausted his last bit of strength, and said to his younger brother in front of him.

"Why?"

His eyes were full of complexity, and Buwanga stared at the domineering and invincible brother in front of him.

"Why, heh, maybe after this battle, the Evan tribe will turn into dust, and let you leave this sinking giant ship in order to save the last bit of fire of my Avon tribe......"

Soler smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

I'm afraid no one can believe that the most powerful of the three powerful tribes, the Evan tribe, was planning what would happen after the defeat before the war began.

"Big brother, why don't you leave with us!" asked Buwanga excitedly.

Soler smiled, and instead of answering his brother, who was born with a heroic spirit, he stood up silently, standing with his hands behind his back, looking out at the wilderness outside the stone house.

When this lonely old orc stood up, a domineering aura rushed to his face, like a lion revived, which made people tremble.

"Because, I'm Soler!"

The old orc turned his back to Buwanga, and uttered such a simple sentence.

There are few numbers, but there is an invincible domineering spirit, because I am Soler, I am a peerless hero who has dominated the Great Wilderness for decades, and I am a man who once tried to pry open the mystery of the deep Great Wilderness.

Anyone can retreat, but he can't!

......

Soon after, the third branch of the Evon tribe quietly left the Avon tribe, carrying the old and the young, to the north, from which they will make a detour to the eastern wilderness and take root there.

Voices within the Evan tribe were divided over this migration, with some saying that the young chieftain Buwanga, known as the "Spirit of Evan", was angry and ran away because the old chief was dissatisfied with the old chieftain's participation in the royal war, and some said that the old chief rejected the new leader......

In the end, however, the third branch of the Evan tribe did leave the Central Wilderness, which was the most suitable for orc life.

"Is the old captain unwilling to abandon the old ship and swear to live and die with the old ship?" Soler looked at the third branch that had left silently, his expression lonely, some nostalgia and some regret...... He muttered to himself.

"Lot, I understand a little bit of the choice you made in the Baham war zone......"

After a long time, he looked up at a certain direction of the Great Wilderness, and a hint of realization flashed in his eyes.

This old chieftain who has been stirring up the central wilderness for decades is called a "cold-blooded executioner" by some tribal bigwigs, and some people call him a "heroic orc warrior" and "cruel tyrant......

At this moment, in the eyes full of ambition and aggression, there is a different picture reflected.

In the fiery years, young Soler and a group of like-minded young orcs, they gathered under the unfallable blood-colored battle flag, surrounded by a group of enemies, they were fearless, they did not retreat until the golden crown was born, and they marched forward bravely in the sword forest and sword mountain!

It was a flying time, and Soler gathered under the Lotte battle flag was still domineering, no matter how terrible the enemy, no matter how critical the situation, he would never take a step back!

Because, at that time, Soler had a group of good brothers!

The big man in front of him, always with a stupid spirit, always at the front, always carrying the most terrible attack for you, and behind Soler the young poodle, with the banner of Lott, paralyzed...... The thin figures of these people are his most solid support.

"Alas......"

With a light sigh, and looking back, Soler was overjoyed to find that all that was left around him was endless loneliness and unspeakable loneliness.

I don't know when Soler started to do it either for his people, or for honor, or for power...... He drifted away from the brothers, he couldn't understand the decision made by the stupid big Lot, and he chose to stand by when the brothers needed him the most.

As the war approached, Soler thought of the last time he saw Lott in the Baham war zone.

"It's better to die than to be free!"

It was a terrible battlefield, with blood and blood, almost every inch of the land was covered with the blood of the Lottes, but the blood-colored banner never fell, and when the last man shouted "Long live the Alliance, orcs, never give in!" and died generously, Soler suddenly woke up.

Suddenly a strong momentum erupted, and Soler muttered to himself coldly.

"Now I am in glory, but I sleep forever, Lot, I will not lose!"

Until this moment, Soler still conceited that he was not wrong, he was Soler, he was the leader of the Evan tribe, and he was the tide maker of the Central Wilderness!

......

Just as the continuous artillery fire began to roar in Stattu, the warriors of the last tribe of the three major tribal alliances, the Evan tribe, slowly assembled, and with an ancient and powerful tribe, they headed towards the battlefield.

Soler may have realized something, this time, maybe the glory of the Evan tribe will no longer exist, but the arrogant strong man does not allow failure, and he does not want to admit his defeat, maybe for the sake of the tribe, he let his younger brother leave with some of the tribe is already his greatest bow.

In his heart, maybe he is like Lotte back then, "if you are not free, you would rather die", but he is invincible, rather than die.

......

The ancient Avon tribe, moved.

This news soon spread throughout the Great Wilderness, for this ancient and powerful tribe, most of the tribes in the Central Wilderness have heard of it, even in the guardian city of Alazi, the Evan tribe can be called the overlord, among the top tribes in the middle, the Avon tribe is definitely a behemoth, especially twenty years ago, after the rise of Soler injected a touch of vitality into this ancient tribe.