I am a Primitive Man

Compared to the warlike nature of the leaders, the shaman of the Flying Tribe was much more composed.

As the tribe's wise one, he thought long-term and was cautious. The devastating defeat they experienced long ago left a deep impression on him. In his memory, their tribe had never faced such a catastrophic loss before.

That defeat had a significant impact on the tribe, and it took a long time for the adult population to recover to its pre-loss level. Because of this, when he learned that the pottery and salt were from that tribe, he became very cautious. Even though their tribe possessed a unicorn beast, he did not act recklessly.

Seeing the shaman’s firm attitude, the leaders said no more and slept. Amid the flickering firelight, the shaman lay there but did not fall asleep quickly. He kept pondering the information about the mysterious tribe he had received.

Strange caves, formidable combat power, precious salt, and pottery, rapidly increasing population…

What kind of tribe was this?

He tried hard to recall any information passed down from the previous shaman about such strange tribes but was at a loss. The previous shaman had never encountered such an unusual tribe.

After thinking for a long time, his head spinning, he finally fell asleep.

The following day, the Flying Tribe members became busy. Under the leadership of the four chiefs, they quickly began gathering food. They had seen the precious pottery and salt, and the shaman said that once they had collected enough food, they would lead them to attack the strange tribe and retrieve the larger quantities of salt and pottery from them.

While they were gathering food, five people left the main group and headed east. They were the original scouts sent by the shaman to gather information about the Green Sparrow Tribe.

They carried sturdy tree branch weapons and had grass baskets on their backs, which were filled with stones and long-lasting food.

When they set out from their tribe towards the Green Sparrow Tribe, the Eldest Senior Brother and his group, who had returned empty-handed, were back in their tribe.

Han Cheng thought their trip would be almost undoubtedly successful, but the outcome was unexpected. While he was glad that no one in their tribe had died, he was also worried. Because the evil tribe had not been eradicated, their tribe could not fully relax.

In the courtyard, Han Cheng sat in silence, reflecting on recent events and why the evil tribe had not returned to their original residence after attacking the Donkey Tribe.

They should have returned logically. From the Donkey Tribe chief's account, he knew that the evil tribe had not suffered significant losses during the attack.

Such a battle should have been a great victory for the evil tribe. Especially since the Donkey Tribe had a considerable amount of pottery and salt.

With so many spoils, they should have returned to their tribe to celebrate or regroup.

Yet the current situation was far from what was expected.

What exactly was going on?

Han Cheng was troubled by these thoughts, unable to find a solution despite his deep contemplation.

After pondering for a long time with no clear direction, Han Cheng called in the Eldest Senior Brother, the Donkey Tribe chief, and the remaining members of the Donkey Tribe to question them again about their encounter with the strange tribe.

The answers they gave were the same as before.

As Han Cheng questioned them, he noticed that one of the Donkey Tribe members seemed eager to speak, so he asked him to share what he knew.

The man began speaking rapidly, and the Eldest Senior Brother, looking somewhat confused, said, “Divine Son, he mentioned that they didn’t see any minors or elderly people in the evil tribe's cave.”

No minors or elderly people? Han Cheng was slightly taken aback. This was indeed quite strange.

Every tribe has minors and elderly people, but this tribe seemed to have none, which was puzzling.

As he pondered this, a sudden thought flashed through his mind.

With many adults but no minors and recalling what the Donkey Tribe chief had said about the tribe’s stored furs being very few and all new, the idea became clearer.

The cave Eldest Senior Brother and the others had visited might have been only a temporary residence for that tribe, while the tribe had other permanent residences.

After attacking the Donkey Tribe, they probably returned to their original residence, where the minors and elderly lived.

This explains the current puzzling situation.

The more Han Cheng thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. However, his relief was short-lived as another concern arose.

The evil tribe's power must be significant.

This situation suggested that the tribe’s population was likely substantial. If everyone lived in one tribe, the resources around the tribe would not be sufficient to sustain everyone, so some people would need to be separated.

These people would be sent to distant places to hunt and gather food, alleviating the pressure on the original tribe.

Han Cheng fell silent, realizing that a large and powerful evil tribe was not good news for the Green Sparrow Tribe.

He thought for a while and then shared his conclusions with the shaman, Eldest Senior Brother, and others.

The shaman and the Eldest Senior Brother were surprised and impressed by the Divine Son's ability to deduce so much.

As Han Cheng explained his reasoning, they followed his lead and found it increasingly convincing. This led to a somber mood among them.

For the Green Sparrow Tribe, the most distressing aspect was not just the existence of a potentially powerful enemy but the unknown location of this tribe.

Being in the dark while the enemy remains hidden was the most passive and troubling situation.

Han Cheng didn’t have a good solution for this. All he could do was strengthen his vigilance, maintain his weapons, and increase the intensity of his training.

Days passed, and the anticipated enemy still did not appear, making Han Cheng increasingly uncertain and anxious.

The feeling of knowing that danger is imminent but not knowing when, where, or in what form it will come was highly unsettling.

Meanwhile, in this anxious waiting period, the five scouts from the Flying Tribe were gradually approaching the Green Sparrow Tribe…