20demayo Chapter 116: Tribe of Men
Chapter 116: Tribe of Men
As soon as I stepped into the small valley, a rich aroma of meat hit my nose.
The man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and an intoxicated look appeared on his face.
Before he could open his eyes, a small figure threw himself into his arms.
Feeling the warmth of the little guy in his arms, he slowly opened his eyes and gently stroked the boy's head, his eyes full of love.
"Chief, you're back?" the boy shouted happily.
"Chief Shanyan just sent a lot of food over!" As he said this, he licked the blood on his fingertips.
The man's eyes fell on the bright red, and he thought to himself: It's really fresh, the old guy is at least trustworthy in this regard.
The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and he casually stuffed a piece of dried meat into the boy's mouth.
Unexpectedly, after chewing it for a few times, the boy suddenly frowned and spat it out.
"Pah, pah, pah... This stuff is so disgusting, let's go eat fresh meat!" The boy complained with disgust, with a few strands of meat hanging at the corners of his mouth that he had not yet swallowed.
What's so good about this kind of dried meat? Only the tribe leader likes to chew it every day. It's not as delicious as the dried meat that our tribe dries up!
Thinking of the taste, the boy couldn't help licking his lips again.
Why eat this stuff when you can eat fresh meat?
The boy shook his head, as if trying to dispel the unspeakable smell from his mind.
The man glanced at the meat scraps on the ground without showing any anger. Instead, he let the little boy lead him into the jungle.
His tribe is ahead.
Soon, the figures of the two men disappeared in the lush green shade, leaving only a mountain of skulls of various sizes outside the valley. The old ones were covered with moss, while the new ones still had mottled bloodstains and unclean flesh.
There was an indescribable smell of corruption in the air, as if even the wind was afraid to touch this cursed land, becoming heavy and slow.
These are like the boundary marks of the tribe, silently accusing it of its barbaric and cruel customs, which is horrifying.
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At this time, in the open space of Yanyuan tribe, next to the campfire.
"Chief, let's migrate."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qi looked up at the girl in front of him—Wu Xiqi—in surprise.
"Migration is no small matter." He had naturally considered this possibility in his mind, and several people had recounted everything that happened at the trade fair.
Man Feng is not an easy person to deal with. His desire for revenge is as strong as if he had been stung by a bee. He will not stop until he strikes back fiercely!
And the head of the Mountain Rock Clan is far more complicated than he appears...
Even as everyone has analyzed, Yamaye's words describing Chief Shanyan may contain mysteries, and there may be another deeper meaning behind every sentence!
"Chief Shanyan will not give up. The location of our tribe is not ideal, and we don't have enough time to build the wall higher." Xi Yiqi said bluntly.
She kept thinking about the nightmare she had a few days ago, and couldn't help feeling anxious.
If we don’t migrate, how can we protect the tribe?
Where can we find more fighters in such a short time?
In other words, in such a short period of time, unless bombs or gunpowder could be made, a few dozen people against a tribe of thousands of people would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
"But migration also has great risks. There are many expellers in the forest and their whereabouts are unpredictable. If we run into them on the road, the whole tribe will be finished." Yan Luo on the side frowned, revealing deep worry in his words.
Siduo didn't seem to agree: "Yes, Luye has difficulty moving, and Nimei is pregnant too!"
Nishi Ichiki pondered for a moment before speaking: "We must migrate, but there is no need to rush."
This place is obviously not suitable for long-term living and development.
"With the traps, it is not that difficult to get food. If necessary, we can catch more fish."
"Then divide the warriors into three groups: one group will be responsible for hunting and maintaining traps; one group will go out to find a hidden and suitable new place to live; and the last group will focus on building and strengthening the wall!"
In primitive society, without electric lights and proper tools, making anything was too slow.
Charcoal and lard cannot withstand such consumption.
"Until we find a suitable place to relocate, we need to focus on strengthening the security of the tribe."
"Chief, why don't we just do as Xi Yiqi said. If it really doesn't work, we can take the initiative to provide earthenware jars to Chief Shanyan." Yan Luo wiped the sweat from his face and suggested.
"But what if Chief Shanyan wants the production method?" Lan Xi asked.
Her question was like a sharp dagger, directly piercing the fantasy in everyone's heart and making everyone fall into silence again.
Yes, what if the chief of the Shanyan tribe was not just satisfied with getting the earthenware jars, but wanted to master the production methods himself?
Once they agree, the Yanyuan tribe will lose its last bargaining chip and will be at the mercy of others.
But if they refuse, what if Chief Shanyan sends a leader like Manfeng to seize it by force, or even start a massacre? At that time, can the tribesmen really refuse to give us a way to make it?
The small tribe had no choice.
In other words, the weak often do not have the right to choose!
Even if they could temporarily avoid the fate of genocide, they could not truly guarantee the long-term safety of the tribe...
Just when the discussion reached a deadlock, there was a sudden noise in the woods, followed by a figure wearing a red feather on his head rushing into the tribe.
Behind him was the warrior on guard.
The figure was none other than Wachi of the Washa tribe.
He looked horribly dishevelled, his face as pale as paper, his body covered in dirt and blood, with hardly a clean spot. His foot was obviously badly injured, bleeding constantly, and he looked very different from when Nishi Ichiki first saw him.
Is this a direct intrusion into the Yanyuan tribe?
Everyone frowned, their hearts filled with confusion. What happened?
After taking a quick look, Waqi immediately prostrated himself in front of Wu Yu and begged in pain: "Wu Yu, Waya is sick, and our tribe has been attacked by an epidemic. Please help us..."
Hearing this, everyone's faces instantly became solemn, the air seemed to freeze, and only Wachi's rapid breathing could be heard.
Disease?
WC, what disease?
Isn't it respiratory transmission?
Before others could react, Nishi Ichiki rushed to the basket beside him, quickly took out the masks he had made last time, and distributed one to each of the people present.
Seeing that the tribesmen resting in the cave seemed to be awakened by the noise and wanted to come out, Xi Yiqi shouted without hesitation: "Everyone go in, don't come out for the time being!"
Although confused, they returned to the cave obediently.
Nishi Ichiki then turned around and said coldly, "Stand two meters away and talk."
Wachi was confused. What is two meters?
How dare this black girl talk like that? You have to know that the chief and Wu Yu of Yanyuan tribe haven't spoken yet!
Seeing that Wachi didn't move, Nishi Ichiki's face gradually became ugly, and he had to pull everyone back a few steps.
At this time, Shen Qi said, “Wachi, please move away.”