This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 142 - 115 Rock Sheep Tribe Gone_2

Chapter 142: Chapter 115 Rock Sheep Tribe Gone_2

The Witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe decisively shouted, "Rockfall!"

The remaining Rock Sheep Tribe Warriors all searched for large stones and then pushed them down the steep slope.

"Boom!"

A large number of Stone Mountains rolled down the slope, with many Jackals unable to dodge in time, getting directly hit.

"Woo..."

"Ah..."

The painful cries of Jackals and Tribal Warriors from the Jackal Tribe came one after another. Some unlucky Jackals and Warriors were killed on the spot, while those not killed were severely injured.

The other Jackals hurriedly dodged, not daring to continue charging upward.

After all the large stones had rolled down, the leader of the Jackal Tribe angrily shouted, "Charge up, kill them all!"

"Awoo..."

The lead wolf howled again, and over a thousand Jackals continued charging upward.

Without prior preparation, after throwing those large stones, the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe had no more stones to throw.

The Witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe looked around and said, "Old comrades, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

"We’re old bones, what’s there to be afraid of!"

"That’s right!"

The old Warriors shouted fearlessly, as if returning to their youth.

Even the old Rock Sheep stood straight, a fierce glow in their eyes.

"Good, since you’re not afraid, I’ll blow the Sheep Horn soon, and everyone will accompany me for one last charge to buy some time for the tribe to retreat."

The Witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe stood in front of the cave, brought the big Sheep Horn to his mouth, took a deep breath, and then blew.

"Woo woo woo..."

The desolate sound of the Sheep Horn echoed in the mountains, the faces of the old Warriors turned rosy, and their hunched backs straightened.

They climbed onto the backs of the old Rock Sheep, raising their weapons, and surprisingly charged down towards the countless Jackal Cavalry.

"Baa..."

"For the Sheep God!"

"For the Tribe!"

"Charge!"

The old Warriors shouted, raising their weapons, charging towards the overwhelming Jackal Cavalry like moths to a flame.

"Bang!"

An old Rock Sheep, carrying an old Warrior, rammed into a Jackal Cavalry, blood splattering everywhere.

However, the nearby Jackal Cavalry immediately pounced, countless weapons rained down, and the old Rock Sheep and old Warrior fell in a pool of blood.

More old Rock Sheep and old Warriors charged recklessly, their fierce momentum intimidating the Jackal Cavalry ahead, many Jackals collided headlong with the old Rock Sheep, both rolling down the slope.

However, these old Rock Sheep and old Warriors were too few, causing minimal damage to the thousands of Jackal Cavalry.

When all the old Rock Sheep and old Warriors had died, the Jackal Cavalry continued climbing towards the mountain.

In front of the cave, the Witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe finished blowing the last tune, then put down the Sheep Horn.

At this point, the Jackal Cavalry was almost upon them.

Beside the Witch of the Rock Sheep Tribe was an old Rock Sheep, raised by him since middle age, now as old as him.

The Witch hung the Sheep Horn at his waist, then patted the wool at the old Rock Sheep’s neck, saying, "Old comrade, we are going to see the Sheep God."

The old Rock Sheep nudged him affectionately with its head, seemingly understanding his words.

The Witch took a Bone Spear, climbed onto the old Rock Sheep’s back.

By this time, the sun was almost setting, an orange-red light shining on them.

The Witch straightened his Beast Hide Clothing, then lifted his head, taking one last look at the entire tribe.

The old Rock Sheep carried the Witch forward, starting to run down the slope for the last time.

"Sheep God, here we come!"

The Witch shouted, then gripping the Bone Spear, he and the old Rock Sheep charged madly at the wolf pack, clearing a bloody path, before being engulfed by countless wolf riders...

"Chase!"

The leader of the Jackal Tribe ordered, and all the Jackal Cavalry pursued the retreating people of the Rock Sheep Tribe.

Soon, the mountain slope quieted down again.

On the mountain slope, the old Witch lay in a pool of blood, his body covered with countless wounds, his eyes still open, but in the last moment of life, his face revealed a smile.

Because, in the orange-red sunset, he saw a giant Rock Sheep, walking towards him step by step.

"Sheep... God..."

The old Witch uttered his last words, then the light in his eyes completely disappeared, and he lay forever on the mountain slope with the corpses of other old Warriors and Rock Sheep.

As the sun continued to set, the sky turned ablaze, red as fire, yet like burning blood...

...

On the mountain path, Hong Yan listened to the shouts and killings faintly coming from behind, along with the long sound of the Sheep Horn, his eyes turned red, hot tears uncontrollably streaming down.

He knew that the Witch, those old Warriors, old Rock Sheep, and the sick and disabled tribesmen, none could survive.

He really wanted to turn around and lead the Warriors to fight those damn Jackals.

But he couldn’t.

Because he was the leader, and he had to be responsible for the tribe, lead them to survive as much as possible.

Therefore, he could only shout, "Faster!"

The people of the Rock Sheep Tribe, carried by many Rock Sheep, advanced quickly on the rugged, steep mountain path.

Behind them, the Jackal Tribe’s cavalry pursued relentlessly, trying to turn everyone and every sheep of the Rock Sheep Tribe into food.

On this steep slope, the advantage of the Rock Sheep began to show.

Despite carrying people, these Rock Sheep were not slow, cleverly running and leaping across all sorts of terrain, while the Jackal Cavalry moved cautiously.

If pursued under these circumstances, the Jackal Cavalry might lose the trail, allowing the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe to escape using the terrain to their advantage.

However, the Jackal Tribe possessed a living Totem God.

When the leader of the Jackal Tribe found it hard to catch up, he immediately stopped, raised his neck, and howled like a wolf.

"Awoo..."

At this time, in the residence of the Rock Sheep Tribe, many people from the Jackal Tribe were crazily looting all the resources originally belonging to the Rock Sheep Tribe.

A gigantic Jackal sat coldly in front of the cave where the old Witch once lived, staring at the tribe.

When it heard the howl from the leader of the Jackal Tribe, a fierce glow flashed in its eyes.

"Whoosh!"

It immediately stood up, transforming into a huge black shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye like a gust of black wind.

Moments later, the gigantic Jackal appeared behind the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe and immediately charged forward.

The gigantic Jackal caught up with the last Rock Sheep and bit it down.

Poor Rock Sheep, and the two people on its back, didn’t even let out a scream before being swallowed by the gigantic Jackal.

"Baa..."

The other Rock Sheep panicked, instinctively running frantically forward, trying to escape.

But the gigantic Jackal was terrifying, the Totem God of the Jackal Tribe. Even if the Sheep God of the Rock Sheep Tribe reappeared, it might not be able to defeat it.

The gigantic Jackal swallowed several Rock Sheep and tribesmen from the Rock Sheep Tribe, terrifying the Rock Sheep into disarray, completely disrupting the retreat of the Rock Sheep Tribe.

The Jackal Cavalry took the opportunity to catch up, shouting "Wolf God" crazily as they charged towards the Rock Sheep Tribe’s people.

In the ranks of the Rock Sheep Tribe, leader Hong Yan saw this scene, growing extremely angry while feeling a sense of powerlessness.

Hong Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Warriors at the back, stop these damn Jackals with me, the rest keep running, as fast as you can."

Hong Yan, riding the lead sheep, led the rear warriors to turn and charge at the fierce Jackal Cavalry, buying time for other tribesmen to retreat.

As the leader, at such a time, if he didn’t want to surrender, he had no choice but to fight desperately.

"Yes!"

Hong Yan shouted loudly and led the fight against the wolf cavalry at the front.

"Puff!"

Hong Yan’s Stone Spear fiercely pierced the chest of a Tribal Warrior from the Jackal Tribe, while the lead sheep sharply tossed the wolf ahead.

Ultimately, Hong Yan was a Four-Color Warrior, and when he fought using the full power of himself and the lead sheep, few of the chasing wolf cavalry could match him.

The wolf cavalry and Rock Sheep Cavalry clashed, fighting fiercely.

Hong Yan led the Warriors, using their lives to buy the tribe members time to escape.

After Hong Yan killed three warriors from the Jackal Tribe, the gigantic Jackal finally set its eyes on him.