This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 136 - 110: 6-Color Warrior?_3

Chapter 136: Chapter 110: 6-Color Warrior?_3

Jiang Xuan glanced at the Old Witch, and seeing that the Old Witch made no response, he asked, "Do you have any meat?"

"Yes!"

"Good, then let’s make a trade again."

This time, Jiang Xuan took out a pottery jar full of items and said, "This jar should be worth at least a large beast, right?"

The pottery jar had many exquisite patterns and was very beautiful. At first glance, Huo Meng was smitten with it.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I’ll trade you a Twisted Horned Sheep for it."

Jiang Xuan said, "Then let me see how big your Twisted Horned Sheep are."

Huo Meng instructed the two warriors behind him, and they immediately ran to the stone house. Before long, they returned carrying a struggling Twisted Horned Sheep.

Jiang Xuan had never seen this kind of Twisted Horned Sheep in the Southern Wilderness; it should be a specialty species of the Western Wilderness.

It weighed about a hundred and some pounds, somewhat resembling a goat, with short yellow-brown wool and a pair of twisted large horns on its head.

"Is this Twisted Horned Sheep big enough?" Huo Meng asked confidently.

Jiang Xuan was eager to inquire about matters regarding the Western Wilderness, and indeed, the food here was quite scarce compared to the Southern Wilderness.

So he nodded and said, "If you can help us slaughter the Twisted Horned Sheep and build a fire to roast the mutton, the deal is on."

"That’s simple."

Huo Meng immediately instructed the two warriors to slaughter the sheep and took a firestarter from a stone house, lighting a bonfire by the lakeside.

The sheep’s blood and entrails were fed to the giant eagle.

The mutton was cut up and skewered with wooden sticks for roasting.

After the Twisted Horned Sheep was slaughtered, Huo Meng obtained the pottery jar he wanted, caressing the patterns on it with a delighted expression.

Jiang Xuan even generously invited Huo Meng to join them in eating.

This put Huo Meng in a pleasant mood, improved his impression of Jiang Xuan, and diminished some of his vigilance.

Soon, the aroma of the roasting Twisted Horned Sheep spread all around.

Huo Meng, Jiang Xuan, and the Old Witch sat by the bonfire at the lakeside, eating roasted mutton and enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

Seizing Huo Meng’s happiness, Jiang Xuan asked, "Chief Huo Meng, earlier I heard you say it hasn’t rained here for more than half a year. Can you tell us what’s going on?"

The Old Witch also looked at Huo Meng, as it was a matter of great concern to him as well.

When this issue was brought up, Huo Meng’s face turned somewhat bitter.

He pointed to the nearby lake and said, "In the past, the waters of the Divine Lake were full and flowed out into several small streams, and the surrounding vegetation was very lush, with plenty of game."

"Back then, dense forests surrounded our Frog Tribe, and several other tribes lived in this area."

"But I don’t know when it started, the weather gradually turned dry, with months or even half a year passing without rain."

"The streamflow was the first to break off, and the waters of the Divine Lake decreased, the forest gradually shrank, and the game became scarce. The few tribes around our Frog Tribe all migrated away."

"If it weren’t for the Divine Lake, our Frog Tribe might have left this place long ago."

This wasn’t any secret, so Huo Meng spoke straightforwardly, and after finishing, his mood turned somewhat gloomy.

Huo Meng also told Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch that in the past, it snowed in this place too, but in recent years the winter had become increasingly warm, and even the snow stopped falling.

As for the exact reasons for these changes, he couldn’t figure it out.

Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch both furrowed their brows, as the problem hadn’t been resolved.

But at least they had learned some history of the Western Wilderness. As to why the Western Wilderness turned out this way, they still needed to find the answer.