By dusk, the game was coming to an end.

Acre defeated Varian, and Bichon Bichon was on the opposite side.

No one expected that this young orc, who was still a few years after the coming-of-age ceremony, would be able to defeat other orcs who were more experienced than him, and finally compete with the bear.

The Heavenly Wolf Tribe, which was originally demoralized because of Gro, suddenly became energetic when they saw this scene, shouting Aka's name, their eyes were like torches, and their momentum was high.

Hearing the applause, Aka was very useful, he was sweating, staring at the Bichon with a fighting spirit, for the first time he felt the presence of being needed, his heart rose up like never before, and his fist clenched at his side.

Bichon is not taboo about him.

Aka's ability to defeat the rest of the orcs is his ability, and Bichon doesn't think he can defeat himself.

Aka shouted and rushed towards Bichon, who met his attack with high spirits, and soon the two were fighting back and forth in the gladiatorial arena.

Ed commented on Acre in admiration, not too obsessed with winning or losing.

Of course, warm tea can also guess the ending.

It may not matter whether Aka gets the first warrior or not, the important thing is that the current Aka uses his strength to let everyone in the tribe know that in this world, as long as he works hard, everyone is qualified to become the strongest.

Sure enough, after Aka turned things around again and again under the ferocious attack of Bichon, there were many people in the audience who were noisy and impressed by Aka.

There are even those who assert that Acre's future is limitless and will soon surpass Gro.

As soon as I said this, everyone realized that there are some things that do not necessarily have to be gro.

There are so many capable people in the tribe, and how many people work as hard as Aka, and everyone who works hard should be given the opportunity to exert their abilities.

Thinking of this, more young people in the tribe jumped to try it.

In the end, this game, after Aka gave it his all, still lost to Bichon.

Aka collapsed in the gladiatorial arena, his face red from the setting sun, but his eyes sparkled like a resolute hero.

Far from being disappointed by the defeat, the tribe rushed to the platform, lifted the young orc alofr, and shouted his name, letting him know that he had made the tribe proud.

Aka covered her face and whimpered, straightened her arms, and walked down from the high platform.

When he passed by Wen Cha, his young face was facing away from the slanting sunset, and the sweat stains on his face made people dizzy.

Wen Cha raised his eyes, he looked directly at her face, reached out and touched the corner of his mouth that was still bloodstained, and said softly: "Fucha, I promise you, in the future, I will definitely defeat Gro."

"Hmm," Wen Cha smiled, the corners of her mouth warm and light, "I trust you." ”

Aka had never seen her smile like this, and she was stunned for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red, "You believe me, just that, it's good!" ”

Wen Cha didn't speak, only made a gesture of cheering him in.

Aka was a little excited, and was about to say something more, when the person behind him laughed and helped him down to change his clothes.

Behind him, Ed was already awarding Bichon the title of First Warrior.

Wen Cha suddenly called him and said, "Do you remember, the first time we met?"

Aka turned his head, the girl's eyebrows were picturesque, too beautiful in the sunset, he could hardly control what he was thinking, however, the first memories were flooding through his mind, like morning and night.

He thought for a moment, smiled and said: "At that time, you were still young, and you were not so well-behaved, and you followed the patriarch, and you didn't seem to like me very much, and you threw a stone at me, and I ...... remember you."

Wen Cha was amused by his understatement, she lowered her head to cover it, waved her hand, and said to him, "You go."

Aka didn't know what she was asking for, and there was no doubt that he was gone.

Wen Cha sat in place, feeling a little messy in his heart.

If at the beginning, the original owner liked not Gro, but ...... Acre, how good should it be......

It's a pity that in the world, there is never a road to regret.

Ed raised Bichon's hand on the stage and, as he had done after every previous game, asked the audience in a loud voice, "Is there anyone else who is unhappy that Bichon is the No. 1 warrior?" If you have, you can immediately challenge the Bichon and whoever defeats the Bichon will be the first warrior! ”

"If not, I will immediately announce that from this moment on, Bichon will represent the Greedy Bear Clan and become the first warrior of the Seven Tribes!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience was bustling, and every time the first warrior was selected, there would be an opportunity to challenge the first warrior.

But the first warrior is not everyone can be a warrior, and there are very few orcs who can challenge, rather than going to the stage to bring humiliation on themselves, it is better to watch the excitement off the stage.

After no reply, Ed raised Bichon's hand again and was about to announce the result of the match.

A cold wind, coming from nowhere, was violent, like an ice blade, blowing through the gladiatorial arena, rolling up an unspeakable bloody death.

The faces of all the orcs present changed, and they were extremely familiar with this cool breeze, wasn't it the breath of the north that the wanderers brought over when they chased them before?!

How could the wanderer come at this time?!

The orcs immediately stood up, tensed their nerves, and looked towards the mouth of the tribe, the cold wind dissipated, but the extremely cold cold did not dissipate, they crawled on their skin like a virus, licking all the temperature, even the strong orcs couldn't help but shiver.

Ed and Bichon stepped down from the gladiatorial arena and ran out at a rapid pace, halfway through, where they turned into their original forms and ran wildly, about to teach the wanderers a lesson.

Who knew that before he ran out of the tribe, the mist that swirled in the air quietly faded, and in the dark, a ghostly figure was standing quietly in front of the tribe's door.

A person appeared out of thin air, and both Bichon and Ed were stunned, and hurriedly stopped their feet and looked at the man.

I saw that man, dressed in black robes and covered by a cloak, could not see his true face clearly, and was very mysterious.

His pale fingertips hung slightly at his side, and he was holding something in his fingertips, not like a trespasser, but like a traveler on a long journey.

If it weren't for the coldness of his body that could not be ignored, the orcs would have thought that he had come to ask for help.

However, the momentum around him was too treacherous, especially the eyes that he raised after hearing the voice, which were red with cold light, which should be a warm color, but it was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, which made people's hearts numb.

"Who are you?"

Ed stood in front of him and asked loudly, "What are you doing in my Celestial Wolf Tribe?"

The man seemed stunned for a moment when he heard Ed's voice, and then, very politely, he took off the cloak that covered his face, revealing a deep, awe-inspiring face that looked like a clear pond.