I am a primitive

Although the mouse ate the food in the tribe, it also caused a lot of witchcraft, but it has not yet reached the level where it needs to be shredded into thousands of pieces...

When the Qingque tribe was working hard for spring plowing, and several high-level officials in the tribe were fighting wits with mice in order to protect the food, the ice and snow in the north finally completely melted.

Many tribes who suffered from the severe cold were all looking at the not-so-hot sun with joyful eyes at this time.

However, not all tribes will be happy, and a tribe not too far away from the Blackstone tribe will not be happy at this time.

It's not that they were patronized by the Blackstone tribe, but that they suddenly discovered that the tribe that was very close to their tribe and often had 'friendly interactions' with their tribe had completely disappeared after the end of this winter.

At the beginning, the people of the grass tribe thought that the people of this tribe died of freezing and starving in this cold winter because of lack of food.

However, the empty cave with no human bones or corpses quickly overturned their guess.

"￥%#..."

The grass-tribe spoke his guess to their leader.

His guess is that because of lack of food, this neighboring tribe moved away with people. Only in this way can we explain what happened in the cave.

After thinking for a while, the leader of the grass tribe shook his head and denied the idea.

No tribe would choose to migrate during the severe winter, let alone a tribe that lacks food.

Because such behavior will make them die faster who are already short of food.

Unlike the Qingque tribe and many tribes, the leader of the grass tribe is not a man, but a woman.

However, her tall frame and stalwart body didn't look much different from a man's.

There doesn't seem to be much difference in appearance, but there is still an essential difference, that is, compared with ordinary men, as a female leader, she has the unique carefulness of women.

After denying the guess of the person in the tribe, the female leader of the grass tribe wandered around in the empty and deserted cave, searching a little bit, first to find some clues.

The collective disappearance of a tribe next to them, no matter what the reason, is not a good thing for them.

It is very important for grass tribes to figure out the reason.

Therefore, even if the leader of the grass tribe does not make friends with the leader of this tribe, he will definitely inspect it seriously.

"#￥5!"

After some careful searching, she finally made a new discovery. In an inconspicuous place in the cave, she found several broken sticks.

These wooden sticks have been worn to be a little oily, and some of them are sharp at one end. This is the weapon of some people in this tribe.

But at this time, these weapons were broken, and there were some dark red spots on some weapons.

This is the blood that spilled on it and dried up!

Bad things have happened to this tribe!

Most likely they were breached, killed or driven away during the cold season!

Panic spread among the people in the grass tribe. Many of these people who had not fully recovered from the cold winter began to tremble again.

Many people's eyes fell on the female leader, waiting for the leader to give them a decision, but the leader of the grass tribe kept his eyes on the broken wooden stick in his hand.

The carefulness of the woman made her discover the difference of this stick.

The fractures of these sticks used as weapons are different from what we usually see, they are extremely smooth!

The leader of the grass tribe who had cut off some twigs with the stone ax of the tribe could remember how these smooth cuts came from.

But it is precisely because she understands what is going on with these flat fractures that she becomes more surprised and uncertain than the average clansman!

Because even if the strongest person in their tribe holds the sharpest stone ax and slashes down with all his strength, it is impossible to cut such a thick wooden stick in one go!

This situation meant that the enemies who came to attack this tribe possessed an extremely sharp weapon!

The kind that can easily chop off wooden weapons!

"￥%..."

The leader of the Grass Tribe hesitated for a while here, then suddenly made a sound and led the people out of the cave and headed in another direction.

Holding the severed weapon in her hand, she wanted to tell the nearby tribes about the news that a powerful and evil tribe had appeared around her...

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The people of the Blackstone Tribe also looked at the early spring sunshine with joy at this time.

Compared with most of the tribes, the Blackstone tribe, which does not lack food and clothing in winter, is much stronger.

At this time, they, led by the leader, held weapons made of black stone in their hands, and brought their prey, all the way from the wild, heading towards the location of the tribe's cave.

A few people in the team seemed a little out of place.

Compared with the strong Blackstone tribe, these people are much thinner, and what they hold in their hands is not the common Blackstone weapon of the Blackstone tribe, but a weapon made of pure wood.

These few people were the people who were plundered by the Blackstone tribe after the winter.

Compared with those who died and were eaten for various reasons, the remaining few guys were undoubtedly extremely lucky. They escaped various disasters and survived in the end.

Although their status is extremely low in the Blackstone tribe, and they are out of tune with other people, at least they are still alive and can continue to eat food.

They were the weakest with crude weapons, but they carried the most things. Some of the prey they hunted this time were carried on their backs.

This is obviously unfair, but these people did not think about running away or resisting.

Their caves were broken by these people in the winter, and they were the only ones who were eaten in the tribe.

They have nowhere to go, and they will have no way to survive if they leave this tribe that frightens them.

As for resistance, that is even more impossible. These people with sharp black stone weapons have completely become their nightmare. Among them, they can't raise the slightest desire to resist.

The weak fly walked weakly with its prey on its back, not daring to raise its head too much.

When their eyes occasionally fell on the black stones these people were holding, they avoided them even more quickly, not daring to stay on them for a moment longer.

Fly still can't figure out why this tribe, which was kind in the past and had a past relationship with their tribe, suddenly became what it is today.

It's too scary to look directly at.

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe walked proudly. Today's harvest was good, and the prey they caught was enough for them to eat for two days.

These people who were captured before were considered honest, they hunted together with them, worked hard and did not dare to make any changes.