I am a Primitive Man

The shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe turned around. The person who had arrived was the tribe's great leader.

"￥..."

The great leader spoke to the shaman, gesturing towards another direction.

He meant that the tribe's food reserves were substantial enough to attack the other tribe.

The Flying Snake Tribe's collective wish was to attack the rich tribe that possessed valuable pottery and salt. However, under the shaman's guidance, they first had to gather fruits and store food.

The Flying Snake Tribe has been diligently collecting food this year to prepare for the attack and ensure a plentiful haul.

When the great leader announced that the food reserves were sufficient, the shaman could no longer remain calm.

The shaman had long desired to attack the other tribe. However, as the tribe's wise elder, he needed to consider the well-being of the entire tribe, so he suppressed this desire.

Now, hearing that the food reserves were ample, he, too, was becoming restless.

Among the two coveted items, salt was the shaman's greatest concern. Unlike pottery, which usually lasts, salt diminishes with daily use and eventually runs out.

He needed to launch an attack before the tribe’s salt supply was depleted to secure enough salt from the other tribe.

Having tasted the bitterness of running out of salt, he knew it was unbearable.

Their cave had several branches, allowing them to accommodate everyone during winter.

He followed the great leader to the other side of the cave, where they stored food.

Here, a large amount of fruit was piled up.

The shaman quickly assessed the situation, noting that the fruit reserves were less than in previous years. If they could defeat the large tribe and seize their food, it would suffice.

If there wasn't enough food, they could always eat the other tribe’s people, considering their large numbers.

"￥..."

After a period of contemplation, he confirmed that the food was adequate and gave the long-awaited order for the attack.

The great leader responded enthusiastically, quickly leaving the cave to assemble forces.

The news that the shaman had finally agreed to attack brought joy to the rest of the Flying Snake Tribe. They were eager to taste salted food and use the precious pottery.

Pottery and salt were scarce in their tribe, monopolized by the shaman and leaders, and the common people dared not touch them.

But the newly appointed third leader brought good news.

Not far away was a tribe with countless pottery and heaps of salt like small mountains.

Once they conquered that tribe, the pottery and salt would belong to them.

The thought of eating salted food from pottery bowls excited them!

"￥!"

The shaman no longer waited for the few scouts he had sent out.

They might have encountered trouble or were on their way back, but regardless of the situation, he was unwilling to wait any longer.

He looked at the many fruits stored in the cave, then at the large, seemingly dazed unicorn, and finally at the numerous, battle-ready tribe members, and issued the order to set out.

He led the unicorn at the front, followed by the three leaders, and then by the many members of the Flying Snake Tribe.

As they left the tribe, they marched forward cheerfully, not as if going to war, but like they were setting out on a joyous hunt.

The pottery and salt seemed to be waiting for them to take at their leisure.

Not only were the tribe members excited, but even the usually composed shaman was in high spirits.

Leading the fearsome unicorn and so many people, the shaman, despite his usual calm demeanor, did not believe the other tribe could withstand them.

All the initial apprehension and unease before departure had vanished, replaced by a strong sense of confidence.

So much so that the Flying Snake Tribe's shaman regretted not starting the attack sooner.

He thought he shouldn't have sent scouts and waited so long; he should have just led the attack directly...

The fourth leader of the Flying Snake Tribe, one of the original three leaders, stood at the cave entrance, watching enviously as the departing tribe members grew smaller and eventually disappeared. His chest was filled with regret and frustration.

He felt deeply resentful about the task of guarding the cave.

It was an easy and rewarding battle, but due to his lower rank among the leaders, he couldn't participate. Instead, he had to stay behind with a few strong adults, less robust individuals, and the children.

It was indeed a demoralizing task.

He was unhappy, and those left behind with him were also visibly dispirited and downcast...

Han Cheng stood on the wall, looking around. Some people in the tribe also scanned the surroundings, hoping the other tribe would arrive soon.

They had prepared everything and were waiting for the other tribe to bring the slaves.

Most of the trees had lost their leaves at this time, providing a clearer view. Standing on the wall, one could see farther.

However, to their disappointment, the evil tribe had not yet appeared.

This was causing a lot of anxiety among the members of the Green Sparrow Tribe...

The shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe, who had been walking continuously, was considerably leaner from the long journey.

But he was in good spirits because, not long ago, the Flying Snake Tribe's third leader had informed him that the other tribe was almost there.

Others in the tribe who received this news were also very excited.

They would soon obtain those precious items!

The third leader of the Flying Snake Tribe looked at the imposing unicorn with a sharp gaze.

With the unicorn and so many people, how could the other tribe's people possibly resist?

Compared to the tempting salt and pottery, he was now more eager to see the panic on the faces of the other tribe when they saw the unicorn.

Having traveled all this way without encountering the five scouts he had sent out, the Flying Snake Tribe's shaman knew they were likely in danger.

Not only had they not obtained the latest news from the other tribe, but it was also very possible that the other tribe knew about the impending attack.

However, the shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe was not overly concerned. It wasn’t arrogance but rather a reflection of their overwhelming strength.

"￥!"

The third leader of the Flying Snake Tribe called out excitedly, flamboyantly pointing forward.

The Flying Snake Tribe's shaman looked ahead and saw, through the branches, a yellowish mountain wall appearing in the distance…