This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 141 - 115: The Rock Sheep Tribe Is Gone

Chapter 141: Chapter 115: The Rock Sheep Tribe Is Gone

Southern Wilderness, Rock Sheep Tribe.

A large flock of rock sheep were walking on the high mountains; even the steep cliffs could not stop their steps.

It was spring, and the vegetation had all started growing, providing these rock sheep with abundant food.

The leader Hong Yan’s mount, the tallest leader of the flock, stood on a high slope, weaving through bushes and tasting the fresh, juicy young leaves.

Suddenly, it seemed to hear something. Its ears moved, and its head lifted to look in the direction of the sound with vigilance.

Riding a jackal, a warrior was quickly approaching the Rock Sheep Tribe from another mountain.

"Baa!"

The lead sheep let out a loud bleat, then ran towards the tribe’s settlement.

"Baa... baa..."

The entire rock sheep flock started bleating, following the leader sheep as they ran rapidly on the steep slope, not a single one lagging behind.

Meanwhile, the witch living on the mountain, upon hearing the horn, turned pale and immediately picked up a sheep horn, walking to the entrance of the cave dwelling.

This horn was left behind after a ram died, and the sharp end was cut with a small opening for blowing.

The witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe placed the large horn’s end by his lips, took a deep breath, and blew it forcefully.

"Woo... woo..."

The loud and long sound of the sheep horn spread across the entire Rock Sheep Tribe.

Then, all the tribespeople of the Rock Sheep Tribe, regardless of what they were doing and where they were, sprinted towards the houses upon hearing the horn.

They ran inside, and regardless of gender, age, or status, grabbed their weapons and gathered outside.

"Baa... baa..."

The rock sheep had returned, gathering in the tribe nervously pacing back and forth.

"Quick, get on the rock sheep’s backs!"

Hong Yan was the first to climb onto the leader sheep’s back, holding a stone spear, ready to confront the enemy.

The Rock Sheep Tribe had more than six hundred people, with over three hundred capable warriors, more than a hundred ordinary warriors, and the rest were old and weak.

The robust rock sheep in the tribe numbered about three hundred, with the rest also being old and weak.

All capable warriors mounted the robust rock sheep.

The less able warriors, along with the old, weak, and disabled in the tribe, and the old and young rock sheep, all gathered by the witch’s cave.

"Awooo..."

At this moment, a wolf howl came from the foot of the mountain.

Hong Yan looked down the mountain to see countless fierce jackals carrying the warriors of the Jackal Tribe, racing up the mountain in a terrifying spectacle.

"So many enemies!"

Hong Yan’s face turned white instantly, feeling a foreboding sense.

Especially when he saw a particularly tall jackal among the pack, his heart missed a beat.

Just a glance from that jackal in his direction made him break into a cold sweat, filling his heart with fear.

He knew that it was a guardian god of a tribe!

"No, the enemy is too strong!"

Hong Yan squeezed his legs, and the leader sheep quickly ran uphill, followed hurriedly by the more than three hundred rock sheep tribe warriors.

The leader sheep stopped in front of the witch’s cave dwelling, and Hong Yan dismounted quickly, running inside.

"Witch, there are too many enemies. While they haven’t charged up yet, let’s retreat via the small path."

The witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe sat by the fire pit, silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice: "Go, leave me here."

Hong Yan urgently said, "Witch, you can’t stay!"

"Just go, leave me be. I’m too old, can’t run fast, and don’t wish to run either."

Outside the cave, a group of elderly warriors chimed in, "That’s right, we won’t leave either. Dying in the tribe, we might even see the Sheep God."

Looking at the resolute eyes of the old warriors, Hong Yan shouted anxiously and helplessly, "Witch!"

The witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe said to Hong Yan, "Take the tribespeople and go as far as you can, or there won’t be time later."

"Awooo..."

At this time, another wolf howl came from the mountain’s foot as the jackals had climbed halfway up.

"Witch!"

Hong Yan shouted again, tears almost falling from his eyes in urgency.

The witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe shouted harshly, "Go! Won’t you even listen to the witch’s words?"

By this time, cries of battle had already sounded outside. As the leader, Hong Yan had to be responsible for the entire tribe; there was no time left for hesitation.

"Go!"

Hong Yan shouted loudly, then had the warriors mount the ordinary warriors and young tribespeople onto the rock sheep.

As for the old warriors and the infirm ones, no one wished to leave anymore.

Some elderly rock sheep seemed to realize something and stayed behind as well.

Over three hundred rock sheep, carrying the warriors of the Rock Sheep Tribe, retreated via a small path behind the cave, drawing out a long queue.

After they left, the witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe stood up.

He held the long, twisted sheep horn in his left hand and a bone spear in his right, straightening his back as he walked to the cave’s entrance with big strides.

The elderly and infirm warriors of the Rock Sheep Tribe grabbed their simple weapons, following the witch’s steps.

When the witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe went outside the cave, the warriors of the Jackal Tribe had already charged into the residential area of the Rock Sheep Tribe and continued their onslaught upwards.