I am a Primitive Man

Eventually, removing the slave status from a small portion of the slaves and allowing them to become normal citizens of the Green Sparrow Tribe had not been mentioned to anyone other than the shaman.

This was a consideration for a much later time when the number of slaves in the Green Sparrow Tribe reached a specific scale, and such measures needed to be considered and implemented.

There were only three war captives about to become slaves, so there was no need to worry about them causing much trouble.

What needed the most attention right now was dealing with this evil tribe that was once again reaching out to their tribe. Only by defeating them could the tribe have a chance to develop steadily and securely and potentially acquire many slaves. If they couldn't get past this obstacle, no amount of future planning would help.

Calculating the time, he got up from where he had been sitting, still deep in thought, and walked towards a corner of the courtyard. He needed to gather more information about that tribe from one of Shang's former clansmen.

In the corner of the courtyard, after enduring the 'abuse' of salt water and willow branch water, Tu Mao had calmed down a lot. With the old chief Shang and a few other former Pig Tribe members present, he had almost lost his fear once he knew he wouldn't die. Instead, he rejoiced in his miraculous survival and an unexpected reunion with his former clansmen.

Tu Mao suddenly froze, staring intently towards the main gate of the courtyard.

Were those vicious wolves coming into the tribe?!

After a brief moment of shock, he immediately panicked. The recent encounter with those damned wolves in the forest had left a deep impression on him.

He used all his strength to stand on one leg, grabbed Shang, and babbled anxiously while trying to run to the side and find a weapon.

Not only him, but the three captives were also panicking.

Shang was somewhat confused by this sudden reaction from his clansman and did not understand why there was such a significant response.

Looking in the direction Tu Mao was pointing, Shang saw the wolves leading the way for the Four Little Fu Jiang, entering the tribe. Hearing his clansman's words, he smiled.

He smiled and reassured his long-lost clansman, patting him on the shoulder and telling him not to worry. These wolves were raised by their tribe and wouldn’t bite.

Won’t bite?

Tu Mao didn’t believe this answer at all. These creatures had shown no mercy when attacking them in the forest just a while ago.

However, seeing the chief and the other tribe members showing no signs of panic at the sight of the wolves swaggering into the tribe, he began to calm down a bit.

Perhaps the chief was right.

As he was thinking this, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, as if he had seen something completely shattered his views.

The incredibly fierce wolves approached the person who should be the chief, who had just reached adulthood, wagging their tails, bouncing, and showing a flattering demeanor.

Tu Mao swore he had never seen such wolves before.

Among them, the lead wolf was the most outrageous. After bouncing around for a while, it lay down, wrapping its front paws around the chief’s leg, exposing its belly, rolling from side to side, and playing around.

Were these the same ferocious wolves?

Tu Mao was stunned.

The disparity between their behavior was just too significant.

This completely unexpected scene dumbfounded not only him but also the other three captives from the Flying Snake Tribe.

Seeing Tu Mao and the others with their stunned expressions, Shang and the others couldn't help but laugh.

So, it turned out that these wolves were indeed raised by the tribe, just like the terrifying unicorn raised by the shaman in Shang's previous tribe.

Thinking of this, Tu Mao suddenly became fearful again as he remembered the terror of the unicorn and the cruelty of the Flying Snake Tribe's shaman.

That tribe had many strong adults, and with the terrifying unicorn, even if this tribe had strange caves, it wouldn’t matter.

He had been present when the horrifying unicorn had easily breached caves and knocked people over. It was something that no one could withstand!

“￥!”

With these thoughts, Tu Mao grabbed Shang and spoke in fear again.

After meeting the old chief and being saved by him, he no longer wanted to return to the Flying Snake Tribe.

Though the Flying Snake Tribe was powerful, living there always made him anxious and insecure.

Now that he was back with the old chief, he didn’t want to leave again.

He also didn’t want the tribe where the old chief was to suffer another attack from that powerful, almost invincible tribe.

So, he wanted the old chief to tell the new chief, whom he had never met, to leave the area quickly before the evil Flying Snake Tribe arrived.

Although moving the tribe would bring various troubles, it was better than being attacked by the Flying Snake Tribe, having many people killed and the remaining ones taken away.

Tu Mao had experienced this once and knew how terrifying it was.

Shang laughed again, thinking his former clansman must have been so frightened by the evil tribe that he was jumpy about everything.

However, as Shang began to understand Tu Mao’s words more clearly, his smile faded, and his expression grew serious.

Han Cheng approached at that moment.

Shang then stepped forward to share the information from Tu Mao with Han Cheng.

Seeing the usually battle-ready Shang looking serious, Han Cheng had an inkling that things might be troublesome.

“Divine Son, that tribe…”

A creature with a horn on its head, enormous size, and long fur?

Able to attack caves and people?

Han Cheng pondered the information Shang had received from Tu Mao, momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t expected that this evil tribe not only had a large number of people but also kept animals as war tools.

And it sounded like these animals were huge and ferocious, far beyond the capabilities of the Four Little Fu Jiang.

What kind of prehistoric beast was this?

“Ask him how many of those creatures the tribe has.”

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng spoke to Shang.

Tu Mao, understanding the old chief's question, widened his eyes slightly. One of those creatures was already too much; how could they want more?

He raised one finger, looking expectantly at Shang and Han Cheng.

He hoped they would leave quickly and not stay a moment longer. Otherwise, it would be too late once the shaman and the terrifying unicorn arrived.

Seeing Tu Mao extend his middle finger, Han Cheng twitched his nose slightly. Why did this guy have to choose that finger?

Thinking this, Han Cheng felt a bit relieved. No matter what kind of creature it was, it was much easier to handle if there weren’t too many of them.