This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 51 - 47 The Fearsome Vine Tribe

"That’s the tribe up ahead, everyone be cautious."

In the forest to the south of the Vine Tribe, two hunting teams from the Mosquito Tribe, over a hundred warriors, quietly approached.

After a period of conflict, the Mosquito Tribe had already established itself on the other side of the Great Swamp, and its friction with several other tribes had lessened.

The Mosquito Tribe holds grudges and has not forgotten the hunting team that was wiped out in this area.

Therefore, once they settled down, they immediately sent two hunting teams to explore the Vine Tribe’s situation.

If the Vine Tribe wasn’t very strong, they planned to launch a massive attack, seizing the Vine Tribe’s winter provisions and materials, and avenging those who had been killed before by the Vine Tribe.

Winter is the most dreadful season of the year, a nightmare for all tribes.

Because in winter, heavy snow blocks the mountains, and the cold is unbearable, making it difficult to gather food.

Every winter, many tribes experience the freezing and starvation deaths of frail elders, children, and the sick.

Therefore, every autumn, all tribes frantically stockpile food.

The more food reserves they have, the fewer deaths in winter.

What happens to those tribes that haven’t stored enough food by the winter? Simple, they raid other tribes!

Every autumn, wars erupt among the various tribes in the Primitive Jungle. The victor gains more resources, while the defeated suffers heavy casualties and even extermination.

The Deer Tribe, where Jiang Xuan’s original self was from, was annihilated by the Crow Tribe in the tribal wars last fall.

That’s the cruel reality of survival in this Barbaric World.

The two hunting teams advanced slowly, left and right. They were all warriors with extensive hunting experience, and most of the traps set by the Vine Tribe were detected and dismantled by them.

Gradually, they drew closer and closer to the Vine Tribe.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A wind blew past, and dozens of ghastly pale skulls dangled from tree branches ahead, swaying in the breeze.

"Those are Hu Wen’s skulls!"

The Mosquito Tribe warriors saw the scene, and fury flared within them, yearning to storm the Vine Tribe and avenge their kin immediately.

"Keep going!"

The leaders of the two hunting teams remained calm. They waved their hands and led the teams onward.

Then, they spotted a bamboo house from afar.

This bamboo house was situated on the outermost part of the Vine Tribe, on a clearing beside the southern forest. To enter the Vine Tribe from the southern forest, one had to pass by this bamboo house.

The Mosquito Tribe warriors noticed an old man sitting leisurely on a stump in front of the bamboo house, enjoying the view.

Beside the bamboo house lay various enormous beast bones scattered around.

Accustomed to dealing with beasts, the Mosquito Tribe’s hunting team easily identified that these bones belonged to formidable beasts.

"The largest one should be the skull of a Giant Horned Beast..."

"The skeleton of a Black Wind Rhinoceros?"

"Look, don’t those resemble the shells of Two-toothed Beasts?"

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As the Mosquito Tribe hunters continued to identify the bones, they felt their scalps tingle.

These beast bones belonged to gigantic, formidable beasts, massive in size and strong in combat. No small tribal hunting team would dare provoke them.

Especially because these bones appeared relatively fresh, not weathered and moss-covered.

"Terrifying, what kind of tribe is this?"

One hunting team leader hesitated; any tribe capable of hunting so many giant beasts would at least be moderate-sized, beyond what the small Mosquito Tribe could handle.

Another hunting team leader swallowed hard, thinking he understood why Hu Wen’s hunting team had perished here.

Provoking such a mighty tribe was courting death!

The two hunting teams halted, everyone feeling a shiver down their spines, too afraid to move forward.

Just then, the old man in front of the bamboo house turned his head, seemingly detecting their presence in the forest.

The Mosquito Tribe warriors noticed the vibrant feathered crown on the old man’s head and his piercing gaze, inexplicably feeling anxious.

"Caw!"

Suddenly, a terrifying giant eagle appeared in the sky, flying over the forest like a small cloud.

Its talons clutched a giant beast that had already died.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The giant eagle stirred up a whirlwind, forcing the tree branches down as dry leaves and twigs flew everywhere.

"Thud!"

The giant eagle landed beside the bamboo house, standing taller than the house itself, its size astonishing.

Soon, the eagle began tearing strips of meat from its prey with its sharp beak, giving a portion to the old man, then happily feasting itself.

"Go back, hurry back..."

The Mosquito Tribe’s hunting teams were thoroughly frightened. The leaders exchanged glances, seeing the fear in each other’s eyes.

They weren’t sure of the Vine Tribe’s strength.

But just the giant eagle alone could easily slaughter them all. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"This tribe is terrifying..."

"Yes, let’s go, if we’re discovered, we’ll end up like Hu Wen’s hunting team."

The two leaders glanced at the pale skulls hanging on the branches, swallowing hard, before ordering the retreat.

Thus, the two hunting teams from the Mosquito Tribe, over a hundred warriors, were scared away.

Not only that, when they returned, they described the Vine Tribe as a formidable force, utterly beyond Mosquito Tribe’s power to contend with.

If only one person said this, it might be dismissed, but after two investigations with two hunting teams, the conclusion remained the same.

The Mosquito Tribe’s leader and witch finally accepted the Vine Tribe’s daunting power, temporarily abandoning thoughts of revenge or looting the Vine Tribe.

They were unaware that the real Vine Tribe still consisted of just a dozen people, with only five One-Color Warriors, barely qualifying as a micro tribe.

The arrival of the mysterious old man inadvertently averted a major crisis for the Vine Tribe, giving them more time to develop.

At the outskirts of the Vine Tribe, after noticing the outsiders left, the old man no longer looked that way.

Having lived to such an age, what situations hasn’t he seen?

Such trivial matters were of little concern.

On the contrary, he was more intrigued by this peculiar micro tribe, the Vine Tribe, willing to stay longer and delve deeper into this tribe of few numbers yet capable of hunting and farming.

The old man hung the strip of meat over his bamboo house hearth, then jovially headed towards the bamboo house where Jiang Xuan and others resided.

He was a man of his word; each time the giant eagle caught prey, he shared the meat with the Vine Tribe after he and the eagle were sated.

Sharing so much, Jiang Xuan felt obliged and frequently reciprocated with gifts.

Over time, their relationship improved, and the Vine Tribe members grew less wary of the mysterious old man.