This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 110 - 96: The Divine Vine Descends upon the Mosquito Tribe

Chapter 110: Chapter 96: The Divine Vine Descends upon the Mosquito Tribe

Southern Wilderness, Great Swamp, Mosquito Tribe.

In several damp enclosures, over two hundred people are held captive.

Their eyes are sunken, skeletal in appearance, so thin they’ve lost their human semblance.

These two hundred people come from a few small tribes that were destroyed; they are not slaves, but rather exist like livestock and food.

During the day, they are driven outside for half a day to eat wild vegetables, weeds, and insects. The rest of the time, including at night, they are locked in the small enclosures, anxiously awaiting death.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

A bird-beaked mosquito flies in from afar, enters the enclosure, and lands on a young man’s arm, its hummingbird-like tubular beak piercing the young man’s arm to suck blood.

The young man shows a face filled with fear and pain, but doesn’t dare struggle, because if he dares to move against the bird-beaked mosquito, the Tribal Warriors outside guarding the enclosure will immediately kill him.

After the bird-beaked mosquito has sucked a large quantity of blood, it flies away contentedly.

The young man’s face becomes extremely pale, he collapses to the ground, and before long he passes out, clearly having lost too much blood.

"Take him away!"

The Mosquito Tribe warriors outside the enclosure enter and roughly drag the young man away.

The eyes of those in the enclosure are filled with horror, because they know this young man surely will not survive, but will be eaten by the Mosquito Tribe.

These enclosures have held five to six hundred people, but now only two hundred remain, most meeting the same fate.

The Mosquito Tribe, a brutal cannibal tribe!

When night falls, the Mosquito Tribe warriors go to eat, and only then do those in the enclosure dare to slightly release their emotions.

A low sob is heard, followed by more suppressed sobs.

Crying is contagious, especially when everyone has already broken down.

However, among the crowd, there is a thin girl who does not cry. She does not collapse like the others; her gaze is very determined.

This girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old. She sits with her knees hugged in the center of the enclosure, mumbling quietly to herself over and over: "Live, you must live on..."

Though she knows the chance of survival is slim.

Though she knows the chance to escape is even slimmer.

But as long as she lives for one more day, she will never give up hope of staying alive!

This is her obsession.

Before long, the Mosquito Tribe warriors return from eating. Hearing the cries, they immediately curse: "Why are you crying? Do you want to die?"

The people in the enclosure immediately fall silent; many cover their mouths, afraid that making noise will get them killed.

...

Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.

"Everyone check your weapons, provisions, and herbs, none can be missing!"

On the empty ground before the altar, Jiang Xuan loudly gives the pre-battle mobilization, stepping forward to remind those lacking supplies.

Over a hundred warriors from the Vine Tribe, except for the women and children, must all mobilize.

To be safe, after they leave, the women and children will temporarily hide in the underground passage where enough food is prepared to last them a while.

Once everyone is prepared, Jiang Xuan nods at Chi Shao.

Chi Shao slowly steps onto the altar, then opens her arms and begins chanting witchcraft to invoke the gods.

This time, the invocation is not for sacrifice, but for war.

"Boom boom boom!"

With the ancient witchcraft chant, on the Stone Mountain, the giant vine erupts with radiant green light and begins to move.

The enormous vine starts rotating in the opposite direction from the tip, gradually detaching and freeing itself from the Stone Mountain, causing debris to fall constantly.

When the Divine Vine completely separates from the Stone Mountain, it sways gently in the air like a vast green dragon.

Underground, countless Divine Vine roots are retracting, making the ground quake as if experiencing an earthquake.

After a long time, the massive Divine Vine finally detaches from the earth, floating in the air.

The thirty-six giant dragonflies also take flight, circling around the Divine Vine in rhythm, creating an astounding scene.

However, Jiang Xuan hesitates.

Because the display of the Divine Vine is too grand; even from far away, it can be seen clearly. Will the Mosquito Tribe stand their ground awaiting doom upon seeing this?

Won’t they just flee?

Just as Jiang Xuan is conflicted about whether to warn the Divine Vine, suddenly, in the sky, the Divine Vine rapidly shrinks from the size of Stone Mountain to a mere two or three meters tall, the radiant light slowly retracting.

This is much better.

Jiang Xuan finally doesn’t have to hesitate. With this scaled-down Divine Vine, its stealth is much stronger, unlikely to be spotted prematurely.

The thirty-six giant dragonflies can’t shrink, but their flying speed is faster than that of the bird-beaked mosquitoes, ensuring the Mosquito Tribe notices only when they’ve already reached above their territory.

Chi Shao appears to communicate further with the Divine Vine. She turns around, slowly descends from the altar and approaches Jiang Xuan.

"The Vine God says we can depart."

"Alright!"

Jiang Xuan stands before the warriors, making no superfluous statements, just shouts: "Target, Great Swamp Mosquito Tribe, move out!"

Vine Tribe’s over one hundred warriors, along with the Divine Vine and giant dragonflies, leave the bamboo forest and head towards the Great Swamp.

Previously, Vine Tribe had clashed with the Mosquito Tribe several times, and Jiang Xuan had anticipated a day like today.

He had already inquired about the location of the Mosquito Tribe from the Mountain Turtle Tribe and sketched a crude map.

Now they just need to follow the map to reach the Great Swamp and find the Mosquito Tribe.

They enter the Thundering Mountain Range, rapidly moving towards the direction of the Great Swamp.

Meanwhile, the Mosquito Tribe is still debating whether to launch a large-scale attack on the Vine Tribe to avenge the fallen Hunting Team warriors and bird-beaked mosquitoes.

On the second year of the Vine Tribe’s founding, July 28th, morning.

The Vine Tribe finally arrives at the Great Swamp and finds the location of the Mosquito Tribe.

"Chief, should we prepare an ambush?"

On a mountain opposite the Mosquito Tribe, the newly arrived Gou Teng softly asks Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan glances towards the sky, noticing the Divine Vine rapidly drifting towards the Mosquito Tribe, accompanied by the thirty-six giant dragonflies, their wing beats like dozens of helicopters.

Jiang Xuan helplessly replies: "What’s the point of ambushing! The Vine God and those giant dragonflies are about to start fighting the Mosquito Tribe. Follow my order and prepare to attack."

"Yes!"

Gou Teng tells the Hunting Team One warriors behind him: "Prepare to attack!"

Other teams are nervous yet gradually excited; the tribe’s belligerent bloodline begins to boil.

Jiang Xuan leads over a hundred warriors, sprinting towards the Mosquito Tribe, no longer caring about concealment, as it’s unnecessary now.

At this moment, the Divine Vine and thirty-six giant dragonflies have already flown above the Mosquito Tribe, creating such a commotion, making it impossible for the Mosquito Tribe not to notice.

"What’s flying in the sky?"

"Seems like a vine and many giant dragonflies."

"Eh, why does that vine seem to be growing bigger?"

"Not good, they’re diving down."

"It’s the giant vine from that small tribe!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

...

The Mosquito Tribe warriors shout, and the bird-beaked mosquitoes resting in the forest all take flight.

In the sky, the Divine Vine grows larger and larger, vast as a green dragon, emanating a green light. The terrifying presence throws the entire Mosquito Tribe into chaos.