I am a Primitive Man

The wind blew, causing leaves to sway and fall, landing on Cao Geng's tangled hair.

Feeling a bit irritated, Cao Geng brushed the leaves off his head and continued staring into the distance.

As he stared, he muttered curses about the dark tribe that had yet to appear.

He had already been beaten several times because of this. If that tribe didn’t show up soon, he would surely be beaten again.

Just as he was worrying about this, he suddenly noticed figures appearing in the distance—first one, then a second, and a third.

After a brief moment of surprise, Cao Geng's heart leaped with joy and quickly focused his gaze.

A moment later, he was even more delighted because he could see from afar that these people were carrying clay pots on their shoulders.

Cao Geng shouted excitedly and ran toward the tribe to bring this good news to the Leader.

The second leader of the Flying Snake Tribe was feeling frustrated due to the delayed arrival of that tribe. But when he suddenly saw Cao Geng running toward him, panting and looking overjoyed, he also felt a surge of excitement.

Upon hearing from Cao Geng that the tribe had finally arrived, the second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe also became thrilled. He quickly gathered his men, preparing to capture the tribe that had finally shown up and take their valuable pottery and salt back to the prominent tribe.

They grabbed their weapons and eagerly followed Cao Geng, but after walking for a short while, they stopped in their tracks, dumbfounded.

Indeed, the newcomers were carrying valuable pottery, but those carrying it were not from the dark tribe—they were their own tribe members!

“What the…?”

The second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe pointed at the pottery, his face filled with astonishment.

He couldn’t understand why their tribe members carried the pottery.

The fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe saw the shocked expressions of the second Leader and the others and felt extremely pleased with himself. Even the frustration he had felt earlier from not being able to do anything about that strange tribe was now gone.

With great pride, he recounted his glorious deeds to the second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe.

Cao Geng got beaten again, and it was the second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe who hit him. The reason was that they had waited so long here, based on Cao Geng’s information, without seeing the dark tribe, while the fourth Leader had already obtained the precious salt and pottery elsewhere.

After hearing the fourth Leader mention that the dark tribe had obtained their pottery and salt through trade with another tribe—and that this other tribe had even more pottery and salt—the second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe immediately stood up. It proposed that they join forces to attack that tribe.

However, to his surprise, the fourth Leader shook his head and refused.

“What…?”

After a brief moment of confusion, the second Leader pointed at the fourth Leader and mocked him.

Since when was the Flying Snake Tribe afraid of anyone?

This guy hadn’t attacked the tribe before, and now, even though the two of them had more men to lead, he still didn’t dare to go after them. Such behavior was genuinely despicable.

Facing the second Leader’s ridicule, the fourth Leader’s face turned red with anger.

He responded just as angrily, revealing the identity of the tribe that owned the salt and pottery.

Upon learning that this was the same tribe they had jointly attacked before and suffered a great defeat, the second Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe fell silent and no longer spoke of leading an attack.

The battle in the icy wasteland from years ago had also left a deep impression on him.

After resting here for a day, the second and fourth Leaders of the Flying Snake Tribe, along with their people, left the area and set out for the main tribe.

The second Leader's task had been to wait for the Donkey Tribe to obtain salt and pottery.

Now that the fourth Leader and his men had defeated the dark tribe, he no longer needed to stay here.

After the Flying Snake Tribe’s branch, lingering here for nearly a year, left, the place quickly fell into silence again...

The fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe was correct in his thinking. When they returned to the prominent tribe with salt and pottery, they were given a warm welcome.

Seeing many pottery items and nearly a whole jar of salt, even the usually reserved shaman couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh.

That evening, he got to taste food seasoned with salt. The shaman, who had been without salt for some time, praised the fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe endlessly after eating the salty food and immediately promoted him to the position of the third Leader.

The leader of the Flying Snake Tribe and others, after licking their clay bowls clean, looked at the numerous pieces of pottery and the nearly full jar of salt that had been brought back. They began discussing with the shaman about attacking the tribe from which these items had come.

After experiencing it, the wonderful taste of salt was unforgettable, and it had been very difficult for them to spend time without it.

Now that they had news of the salt and pottery, they were eager to attack and take everything back to their tribe.

They believe such precious items should belong to their tribe and no other tribe deserves to possess them.

As for the strange caves that had made the second and third Leaders anxious and fearful, they didn’t seem like much of a concern anymore.

Their tribe now had a terrifying one-horned beast. With it, the strange caves of that tribe were nothing to worry about.

Looking at the one-horned beast lying nearby like a massive boulder and recalling how easily it had broken through the caves, even the second and third Leaders, who had once suffered a major defeat at the walls of the Green Sparrow Tribe, felt a surge of confidence.

Yes, with this one-horned beast on their side, no matter how strange or populous that tribe's caves were, they would be no match for their tribe.

They looked at the shaman with eager faces, hoping he would immediately agree.

They were already impatient to attack that cursed tribe and kill everyone inside.

However, the shaman remained silent for a long time. It was only after quite a while that he slowly shook his head.

The Leaders looked at each other in confusion, not understanding why the shaman had made such a decision.

In their view, with the one-horned beast and the many warriors in their tribe, attacking and defeating that tribe should not be a problem.

The tribe's leader spoke up, asking if this meant they would no longer be attacking that tribe.

The shaman slowly shook his head again, deepening the others' confusion as they couldn’t understand what the shaman meant by this.

The shaman then began to explain his plan slowly.

He suggested that they first send a few people to scout around that tribe carefully. Meanwhile, their tribe should take this time to store up food. Once the scouts returned with information, they would decide on their next course of action based on the situation...