This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 131: After revision - 108 Practice Flying_2

Chapter 131: After revision: Chapter 108 Practice Flying_2

"Now, the giant eagle is taking it up into the sky to teach it how to fly as soon as possible."

"I see."

Upon hearing the Old Witch’s explanation, Jiang Xuan suddenly understood.

Then, the two of them looked up at the sky to see how the giant eagle was teaching Tang Yuan to fly.

Not only them, but the other members of the Vine Tribe also noticed Tang Yuan’s cries of distress and, after understanding the situation, looked up at the sky.

In the sky, the giant eagle carried Tang Yuan in a spiral ascent. When it reached a certain height, the giant eagle suddenly released its claws, and Tang Yuan screamed as it plummeted through the wind and snow.

"Flap flap..."

Instinct drove Tang Yuan to open its wings, desperately flapping to halt its downward trend.

It wobbled in the air like a drunken person, but the speed of its descent significantly slowed down.

"Screech!"

The black giant eagle slightly folded its wings, circled around Tang Yuan, and did not stray too far.

Before long, the wobbling Tang Yuan landed, but instead of on the Vine Tribe’s grounds, it landed on the tops of the nearby forest’s tall trees.

Just when Tang Yuan heaved a slight sigh of relief, the giant eagle swooped over, its fearsome talons accurately grabbing hold of it again, taking it back into the sky.

"Ee-ar... Ee-ar..."

Tang Yuan continued to scream, but it had no effect on the giant eagle; it was still carried high up, continuing to be tossed down by the giant eagle.

This time, Tang Yuan had a bit more experience and, as soon as it was thrown, spread its wings and flew desperately, not falling like before.

On the ground, Jiang Xuan watched Tang Yuan being thrown repeatedly by the giant eagle and remarked, "Learning to fly isn’t easy, is it?"

The Old Witch shook her head and said, "Your bird is quite fortunate; it has the giant eagle to help it. In the wild, those fledglings have to train their wings strong enough at the edge of the cliff and learn to fly."

"If they happen to fall out of the nest while the mother bird is out foraging, and cannot fly back to the nest themselves, they’ll be eaten by predatory beasts."

After hearing the Old Witch’s words, Jiang Xuan suddenly remembered that Tang Yuan was found at the foot of a steep mountain, could it be the unlucky one that fell from the nest?

The more Jiang Xuan thought about it, the more possible it seemed, but it couldn’t be verified anymore.

Fortunately, Tang Yuan was found by Jiang Xuan first, otherwise, it might also have been eaten by a predatory beast.

In the sky, after being tossed several times, Tang Yuan had mastered some flying techniques but still couldn’t fly independently.

From time to time, it pitifully let out a cry, but to no effect, it could only fly desperately.

After flying a dozen times, the black giant eagle finally carried it back to the ground of the Vine Tribe.

Tang Yuan ran desperately towards Jiang Xuan as soon as it landed, rubbing its big head against Jiang Xuan’s side, seeming more like a small dog than a fierce bird of prey.

"Alright, alright, stop rubbing. Once you learn to fly, you won’t have to rely on your legs to run while hunting, understand?"

After comforting Tang Yuan for quite a while, its emotions gradually stabilized, but when looking at the black giant eagle, fear had already crept in.

Jiang Xuan found it amusing; when snatching meat, you didn’t know how to feel scared?

The black giant eagle returned to its nest, lowered its head, and groomed its feathers.

Jiang Xuan dragged Tang Yuan to the front of the eagle’s nest and sincerely said to the giant eagle, "Thank you, great eagle, for teaching Tang Yuan to fly."

The giant eagle seemed to understand Jiang Xuan’s words; it made a low call toward Jiang Xuan and then looked at Tang Yuan disdainfully.

In the eyes of the giant eagle, Tang Yuan’s cowardice was nothing short of a disgrace among birds of prey.

After expressing his thanks to the giant eagle, Jiang Xuan returned to his courtyard with Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan ran straight to the bamboo shed, lying down in its nest, only feeling safe then.

Jiang Xuan also returned to the house to continue his work.

He initially thought that after being tormented by the giant eagle, Tang Yuan would dare not go to the giant eagle to snatch food anymore.

However, Jiang Xuan underestimated the attraction of food to Tang Yuan.

He never expected that after only two days, when the Vine Tribe heard the cry of an eagle overhead again, Tang Yuan "zoomed" out of the courtyard, continuing to find the giant eagle to snatch food.

"This glutton!"

Jiang Xuan shook his head, decided not to bother with Tang Yuan, and went back to his work.

In the following days, the cries of the eagle and Tang Yuan’s discordant screams frequently echoed over the Vine Tribe.

But as time passed, Tang Yuan, which was repeatedly tossed from high altitude, gradually mastered flying techniques, and its cries were becoming less frequent, its flights increasingly farther.

Over a month later, Tang Yuan had learned to fly adequately, even when the black giant eagle was not around, it would find a high spot, leap down, and fly a few circles at low altitudes.

By the end of December, the weather had grown increasingly colder, the snow and wind were fierce, and even the giant eagle didn’t want to go out to hunt in such weather.

Tang Yuan curled up in its nest all day, relying on Jiang Xuan to feed it.

The ice layer over Feiyu River had frozen very thick as well, and the Vine Tribe conducted another winter fishing, harvesting a large amount of fish.

With these fish and the abundantly stored food, members of the Vine Tribe were quite at ease, simply grinding some stone tools and bone tools around the fire pit each day, preparing for the coming year.

But other tribes weren’t as fortunate as the Vine Tribe.

...

Northern South Wilderness, Crow Tribe.

Thick snow covered the entire Crow Tribe, even the normally noisy crows became quiet.

In the center of the Crow Tribe stood a giant tree, requiring five people to embrace it entirely; at the fork of this tree’s branches was an enormous old crow’s nest, occupying almost half of the tree canopy.

This gigantic old crow’s nest was the residence of the Crow Tribe’s Totem God, an ancient crow who had lived for an untold number of years.

Surrounding this large tree were many other towering ancient trees, on which countless crow nests were built, housing myriad crows.

These crows were enormous; each adult crow had a wingspan of nearly two meters, though they couldn’t carry a person, they had formidable fighting capabilities.

Moreover, these crows obeyed the Totem God’s commands within the Crow Tribe, often playing a significant role in battles.

It was thanks to these crows that the Crow Tribe lived well in the region, growing their population to over three thousand, and eliminating many nearby smaller tribes.

However, with the continuous increase in the Crow Tribe’s population, nearby prey had become fewer and fewer.

They also lacked agricultural skills, including crude methods for taming wild beasts; their food acquisition was too one-dimensional, leading to an emerging food crisis.

More than three thousand people, along with a vast number of crows, consumed considerable amounts of food daily.

Once a food crisis occurred, the consequences were unimaginable.

Inside the tallest wooden house in the Crow Tribe, important figures from the Crow Tribe gathered around a fire pit, the atmosphere was very tense.

The Crow Tribe chief was a middle-aged man of around thirty-five, with red and black Crow Tribe Totem Patterns painted on his face, along with four horizontal markings indicative of his status as a formidable Four-Color Warrior.

The Crow Tribe chief spoke gravely:

"We’ve pillaged all nearby tribes, yet our food supply for this winter remains insufficient; the clanspeople can now only eat once a day, if this continues, they might starve."

The Crow Tribe Witch, an elderly woman, spoke with a voice hoarse like a crow’s: "Perhaps it’s time for the tribe to migrate."

Mentioning migration brought a shadow over many faces, as leaving a familiar place for an unknown one often brought fear.

Nevertheless, for the tribe to survive and secure more food, migration was a necessity, which was apparent to everyone within the Crow Tribe.

Only by migrating could they access more bountiful hunting grounds; only by migrating could they pillage more tribes.

A Hunting Team leader asked, "Witch, where should we migrate to?"

The Crow Tribe Witch extended a shriveled hand resembling dried orange peel, pointing southwest, "The Crow God has already shown us the way."

Upon hearing this, no one in the room dared to suggest other opinions.

Because the Crow Tribe had a living Totem God!

Its will was the highest will of the entire tribe, allowing no opposition.

Subsequently, the members of the Crow Tribe began discussing the migration details.

Migrating a tribe of over three thousand people was a cumbersome affair, requiring the transport of numerous items, and confronting numerous obstacles along the way.

By coincidence or fate, the direction indicated by the Crow Tribe Witch happened to align with the Vine Tribe’s location.

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