In the Herabor Mountains, icy rain hits every corner of the mountains.

Large raindrops rolled down and shattered into a splash of water on the cowhide tent. The white mist began to spread in the Herabor Mountains, and the cold winter rain filled the entire mountain range with moisture, and all this was just a sign of the arrival of winter, according to the oldest sacrifice in the Northern Wilderness, this winter will be the coldest winter in the past hundred years.

In a corner of the Herabol Mountains.

A small tribe has roots here, they are not natives of the Northern Wilderness, they once had a glorious history, the former name has been discarded, and now they are called "Bantu".

Bantu.

In the ancient folk language, Bantu means perseverance and symbolizes the pioneering spirit that is not afraid of difficulties.

The rain was so fast that it made a dull sound on the ground, and the entire Bantu garrison was so silent that no orcs would want to move outside in such weather.

In the warm tent, many young Bantu people laugh around the warm brazier, and the older generation of orcs often tell stories of the past in such weather, whether these stories are the experience of a great man in the past, or the unknown small touches of the tribe......

Listening to the old man tell the story of the past on a rainy day, it is in such a faint and warm environment that some of the spirit of the first generation of Bantu people to inspire the younger generations began to pass on.

Maybe in a few years, the young people here will also be old, and there will be a rainy day, and there will be silence around, and everyone will gather together, and then they will also tell the stories of how they migrated, how they pioneered, and how they took root in the Northern Wilderness.

"This is the inheritance! This is the touching ...... of the fire."

Buwanga's tall figure appeared silently in the tent, looking at the scene of young and old together, he whispered to himself, and his eyes couldn't help but twinkle.

Looking up in a certain direction of the Northern Wilderness, Buwanga's expression was a little sad.

He knew that there was a respectable old man who had left them forever on such a rainy day.

As a member of the Fort Shelley Alliance, Buwanga was supposed to appear in the battle of Nalai Canyon, but obviously, Buwanga had the determination and vision that most powerful tribes did not have.

When Wang Xiaotian and Keree left Shelleyburg, Buwanga took the initiative to lead people out of Shelleyburg, and they conquered the Herabol Mountains, which belonged to the Bloodaxe Tribe.

Although the land of this mountain range is barren and there are no rich resources here, Buwanga has roots here.

It is precisely because of Herabor's inconspicuousness that Buwanga chose this place, believing that the rise of the Northern Wilderness and the tribes requires not only resources and force, but also a kind of spiritual inheritance and tempering.

Barren land will certainly hinder their development, but on the contrary, only such an environment can sharpen a tribe with resilient qualities.

Sure enough, Buwanga's decision was the right one.

The battle of Nalai Canyon completely cut off the ascent path of those small tribes, countless strong orcs died in Nalai Canyon, and tens of thousands of confused and hungry orc soldiers became refugees, and they began to wander in the Northern Wilderness with the purpose of wandering.

The alliance that originally centered on Shelley Castle, and then cut the blood axe, phantom and other big tribes like a slow knife cutting flesh, completely disappeared.

In Buwanga's eyes, it's all sad.

Shelley Castle naturally has an advantage, they are all composed of a group of low-level orcs who have nothing, and there are too many places for the blood axe, phantom and other tribes to defend, the battle line is too scattered and too dragging, and the bloated defense system makes several major tribes a little unbearable.

Buwanga believed that as long as Shelley Castle stood firm, with the support of the southern orcs, they could completely consume the enemy and wear down the enemy's resistance step by step.

However, everything became illusory.

The ambitions of Sappier and others ruined Shelley Fort and the hope of the rise of the Northern Wilderness.

The Battle of Nalai Canyon was like a grand funeral in the old days, and hundreds of thousands of people directly or indirectly participated in this bloody funeral. This unprecedented scale of the battle was like an earthquake, turning the entire land of the Northern Wilderness upside down.

The seventeen powerful tribes are finished, and so are the small tribes.

The backbone of the Northern Wilderness was broken in this battle.

Without even Wang Xiaotian's move, the joint efforts of several big tribes completely buried them.

And in this Northern Wilderness Battle, both sides were losers, and the only winner was Wang Xiaotian.

The remnants of tens of thousands of small tribes began to wander in the direction of the Hulai Valley, and they would sweep through most of the northern wilderness like locusts. These small tribes, which had lost their backbone, could no longer organize themselves to confront the enemies of the Nalai Gorge.

Wang Xiaotian, who has the entire Southern Wilderness as the pillar behind him, only needs to pay for the food for the winter, he can get a large number of veterans who have participated in super-large battles, and even he will have a solid base camp in the Northern Wilderness.

The small tribes who have a blood feud with the Blood Axe, Phantom and other tribes will not hold a grudge against Wang Xiaotian, because in their opinion, it is the powerful tribes who have forced Kelie away, and in times of crisis, it is these people from the Southern Wilderness who have reached out to help regardless of their previous suspicions.

Wang Xiaotian, who provoked the war, will play the role of a savior.

These small tribes who began to go into exile, they will become one of the two poles of Wang Xiaotian's balance of the Northern Wilderness's strength, although it seems that Wang Xiaotian is very unkind to yin those big tribes, but on the contrary, Wang Xiaotian will give them a clean and harmonious Northern Wilderness.

"Let me out! I'm going to get revenge! Get out of the way......"

Just as Buwanga's thoughts were drifting, a cacophony outside the tent interrupted his thoughts.

Outside the tent, several young warriors of the Bantu tribe were braving the heavy rain to stop a few young orcs in the tent, and the young orcs seemed to be particularly excited.

"That's enough! Where are you going?"

Buvanga's heavy, powerful voice came as he strode over to the young men, despite the icy rain outside.

"What do you know! You outsider! What we lose, you'll never understand!"

Brom shouted hysterically, the cold rain lapping down on his face, and he stared at Buwanga with red eyes.

His father died, his brother died, and their tribe was finished!

Having lost everything, Brom's heart was filled with chagrin, remorse, and irrepressible anger, and his mind was now dominated by hatred.

"I understand all of what you said! The Bantu people will never be weaker than you! Young man, Elder Huster entrusted you to me before the decisive battle, hoping that you can inherit their will, that is, hoping that you can become the spark of revival, if you are so irrational, I don't think I can help you!"

Buwanga looked at Brom with a cold look in his eyes.

It was this arrogant young man who had personally sent the Shelley Fort League into the abyss of defeat, and at least half of the tens of thousands of warriors buried in the Navigé Canyon were due to Brom's bad decisions.