I am a Primitive Man

“Is it him?”

The Eldest Senior Brother also came over, looking at the Flying Snake Tribe's third leader, who had died in a rather agonizing position, with some surprise.

He recognized this person immediately. This was the same individual who had led the raid on their tribe’s orchard a few years ago.

He had fought this person more than once before and was surprised to see him among those attacking their tribe this time, and now he had died in such a pitiable manner.

“……”

Tu Mao shouted in disbelief, pointing at an older man who seemed much older than the typical Flying Snake Tribe member, with a face full of astonishment.

Had the shaman, who was said to communicate with the gods and was extremely mysterious, died like this?

Tu Mao was in utter disbelief.

Was this person the shaman?

Han Cheng, understanding Tu Mao’s meaning, looked at the person with dried blood on his head and an arrow wound on his chest, which had been removed, leaving behind a bloodstain.

In all his time here, Han Cheng had never encountered a tribe with a shaman other than his own. He hadn’t expected the shaman to die so completely.

The bodies of the Flying Snake Tribe's third leader and the shaman, who had died in such a miserable way, were dragged out from the pile of corpses and brought to where the captured Flying Snake Tribe members were gathered.

Seeing the lifeless shaman and the third leader, the Flying Snake Tribe members were filled with terror. Losing the third leader was one thing, but how could the shaman have died as well?

This kind of shock was more terrifying to them than seeing the fierce unicorn devoured by a demon’s mouth.

The wisdom, mystery, and inviolability of the shaman were deeply ingrained in their minds, and now, seeing him dead like the rest was a profound shock.

However, when they recognized Tu Mao standing among the victorious fighters, the terror caused by the shaman’s death diminished considerably.

Many people focused their attention on Tu Mao.

They couldn’t understand why Tu Mao was still alive and seemed to have integrated into this tribe.

The fear of death and the desire for life made people more perceptive. It didn’t take long for many worried about their lives to realize why the tribe had captured them without immediately killing them.

They looked at Tu Mao with intense longing. If it weren’t for their fear of the victors, many would likely have asked questions by now.

“Is it him?”

After scanning the captives, Tu Mao pointed to a man with wet hair.

Han Cheng looked at Tu Mao, asked a question, and then gestured for the Eldest Senior Brother and the second Eldest Senior Brother to move toward the captives. They grabbed the frightened man and dragged him out.

The Eldest Senior Brother clearly remembered this man as the one who had jumped into the river while being chased and swallowed a lot of water.

He hadn’t expected this person to be a leader, and a very important one.

“……”

Tu Mao’s gaze slid over the remaining captives, and he finally shook his head, signaling to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng’s brows furrowed slightly. Did a leader manage to escape?

Then he relaxed. Even with one missing leader, having the most important leader, the dead shaman, and the other captive was sufficient.

“Tell them they don’t have to die. As long as they listen and submit to our tribe, they can survive.”

Han Cheng instructed Shang, who relayed the message to Tu Mao. Tu Mao, who had lived with the Flying Snake Tribe for several years, conveyed the message to the captives.

After Tu Mao relayed Han Cheng’s message, the anxious Flying Snake Tribe members breathed a sigh of relief, no longer as terrified as before.

As long as they’re not killed, everything is negotiable.

After Tu Mao’s words, some of the captives quickly twisted their bodies, mumbling incoherently and repeatedly touching their heads to the ground to show their willingness to submit.

The Flying Snake Tribe's great leader, held by the Eldest Senior Brother and the second Eldest Senior Brother, was panic-stricken.

He was not a fool. Having experienced similar situations in their tribe, seeing the dead shaman and the third leader beside him, and listening to Tu Mao’s words, he immediately understood what fate awaited him.

He struggled desperately, trying to escape, but with his hands and feet bound and the two strong men holding him, there was no way he could break free.

Seeing his resistance, the Eldest Senior Brother loosened one hand and started punching the Flying Snake Tribe's great leader’s chest with a few heavy blows. He showed no mercy to the enemy.

The Flying Snake Tribe's great leader bent over in pain, spitting out some of the water he had swallowed from the river, gasping for air for a while.

After the recent encounter, although he was extremely fearful, he no longer dared to struggle desperately.

His eyes were filled with terror, and his body trembled uncontrollably as he awaited his impending death.

After briefly conveying his message to the captives, Han Cheng said nothing more. Holding an iron knife, the shaman came forward, accompanied by Shang, who carried a ceramic jar.

Han Cheng had initially wanted the Eldest Senior Brother to deal with the Flying Snake Tribe's great leader, just as he had with the Bone Tribe leader previously.

However, the shaman unexpectedly took on the task himself.

Given his age, Han Cheng did not want the shaman to act, but the shaman insisted on doing it.

Regardless of the outcome, it couldn’t change the fact that the Flying Snake Tribe had attempted to attack the Green Sparrow Tribe.

While the shaman was pleased with the increase in captives for his tribe, he also harbored hatred toward the Flying Snake Tribe, so he was determined to handle the situation personally.

The Flying Snake Tribe's great leader was pinned to the ground by the Eldest Senior Brother and the second Eldest Senior Brother, unable to move. Shang gripped his hair tightly and yanked his head back, exposing his neck.

The captured Flying Snake Tribe members gathered together and looked up in fear at the scene before them.

Despite the shaman’s age and lack of focus on proper duties usually, he never faltered at crucial moments.

Once everything was ready, he glanced at the terrified Flying Snake Tribe captives, then, without any hesitation, he drove the iron knife into the great leader’s neck.

Han Cheng, unable to look directly, turned his head aside. The former leader of the Donkey Tribe, now a trade representative, stared with reddened eyes, refusing to blink.

As the shaman drove the iron knife into the Flying Snake Tribe’s great leader’s neck, his fists were tightly clenched, almost wanting to stab the great leader himself personally!

The iron knife was withdrawn, and bright red blood splattered out. The Flying Snake Tribe’s great leader emitted ‘gurgling’ sounds from his throat and struggled desperately.

The shaman ignored the blood splattering on him, taking the ceramic jar from Shang and collecting the blood flowing from the great leader’s neck.

After some time, seeing that the great leader was still struggling and not yet dead, the shaman tightened his grip on the knife and made another cut to the leader's neck.

When facing the enemy, there was no trace of kindness or mercy on his face...