I am a Primitive Man

After an autumn rain, many leaves had fallen. Once the ground had dried a bit, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe went to plant rapeseed.

The rapeseed planting area was in the west of the tribe.

Although they knew a powerful tribe might come to attack, they couldn't afford to delay the rapeseed planting.

In the forest, Tu Mao walked in the distance while muttering curses about the annoying autumn rain.

Last night, the rain had soaked through the fur wrapped around him, making him feel quite cold.

Moreover, they couldn't even start a fire to warm up because the plants were wet.

Fortunately, the weather was clear now; otherwise, they would have had to continue suffering.

Based on the marks they had left, it seemed that the strange, wealthy, and formidable tribe was getting close.

Tu Mao stopped cursing and tightened his grip on his weapon, becoming more cautious.

He was reluctant to take on this task, as the leaders' reaction not long ago indicated that this tribe was formidable. Even with so many people, they didn't dare attack, and now they had only sent a few of them.

But there was no choice; he had to come since the shaman had pointed him out.

Thinking about the task assigned by the shaman made Tu Mao feel even worse. The shaman had instructed them to keep an eye on everything about this tribe and to try to find out how they made their pottery and salt.

Tu Mao was very puzzled by this. How could people make such precious things?

Shouldn't they be like the precious white divine oil from his tribe, which the gods gave?

He had doubts but didn’t dare to question the shaman, as he was the wisest person he had ever met and couldn’t be wrong.

The group quietly moved through the forest, getting closer to the tribe. They bent over and tried not to make too much noise.

After a while, through the gaps in the forest, they could vaguely see the mountain wall standing in the distance.

Tu Mao wanted to move forward but was stopped by one of his companions.

The companion spoke softly to him and then pointed outward. Tu Mao followed their gaze and noticed many strangely dressed people on the open ground between the forest and the peculiar cave.

These strange people were also engaged in odd activities, constantly digging something on the open ground.

Were they digging for food?

But what kind of food could be found in such an open space?

What were those people doing behind the deer?

What were those strange things they were holding?

They captured the deer but didn’t eat it. Instead, they were doing these strange things.

The deer didn’t seem to be afraid of them...

A series of question marks appeared in Tu Mao's and the other four’s minds.

They couldn't understand the magical operations of this tribe.

After a while, Tu Mao took a piece of bark from his backpack and a small, sharp stone, and began to make marks on it.

He was having difficulty making the marks because the people in the field kept moving, which made it easy to confuse the marks, causing Tu Mao much discomfort.

While Tu Mao was focused on this task, one of his companions quickly tapped him on the shoulder.

Tu Mao, puzzled, turned to look at the companion, who seemed anxious and pointed backward.

Tu Mao looked over and was stunned to see several large wolves leading a group of half-grown wolves approaching from the side.

Tu Mao quickly set down the bark, gripped his weapon tightly, and stared at the sizeable pack of wolves.

However, he did not act rashly.

With their years of hunting experience, they knew that wolves generally did not attack first in such situations.

Since the wolves had cubs and the group was armed, they did not appear to be easy prey.

At the same time, he cursed the useless tribe for leaving such a large pack of wolves near their cave.

As Tu Mao had thought, the wolves did not attack immediately but stopped at a certain distance.

The apparent alpha wolf watched them silently, and they watched it in return, both sides in a standoff.

After a while, the alpha wolf turned halfway around. Just as Tu Mao thought it was leading the pack away, it raised its head and began to make a call.

The sound was urgent, not the usual wolf howl but a strange ‘woo-woo’ noise.

Despite being strange, the sound was loud and echoed through the forest.

Even worse, after the alpha wolf made the call, the other wolves started to ‘woo-woo’ in response.

Tu Mao and his companions immediately felt alarmed.

Why were these damn wolves making such a racket now?!

This would attract people!

Thinking this, they frantically turned back to look at the people who were performing the strange activities.

Sure enough, those people had dropped their tools and pulled out weapons from somewhere, rushing toward their location.

Tu Mao and his companions were in a panic. They hadn't expected that their presence would be exposed in such an unexpected way just after arriving at the tribe’s outskirts!

These damned wolves! If they have any guts, they should stop running and see if these people can deal with them. How dare they howl at the edge of the cave? Isn’t that asking for death?

With this in mind, they abandoned their standoff with the wolves and fled.

They needed to distance themselves from the stupid wolves so that after the people drove them away, they wouldn’t discover them, allowing them to continue observing the tribe quietly.

However, just a few steps into their run, an extremely distressing and almost hopeless situation occurred—the damned wolves were not fleeing but were chasing them!

Some even ran ahead of them under the lead of the alpha wolf, blocking their path.

Tu Mao was frantic. He never imagined being harassed like this by a pack of wolves!

He quickly turned and charged at the half-grown wolves without hesitation, swinging his weapon as he ran. Some wolves were hit and yelped in pain.

He ran as fast as he could.

He had to move quickly at this moment because many people had already entered the forest and discovered their trail.

He thought that these stupid wolves would either flee or attack the newcomers. However, something more desperate happened.

These foolish wolves did not flee or attack the new arrivals; instead, they seemed even more enthusiastic in pursuing him and his companions!

What kind of wolves were these?!