This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 144 - 116 Going to the Vine Tribe_2

Chapter 144: Chapter 116 Going to the Vine Tribe_2

Until the Rock Sheep were exhausted and panting, unable to run any further, and no sign of pursuers could be seen behind them, they finally stopped.

However, after stopping, these tribesmen of the Rock Sheep Tribe fell into a state of confusion.

A Warrior said sorrowfully, "The Witch is dead, the chief is dead, the tribe was also occupied by those Jackals. Where should we go?"

The strongest warriors in combat had all died.

Those who managed to escape were mainly ordinary warriors and children, the strongest being a few Two-Color Warriors, without even a Three-Color Warrior among them.

Having lost their tribe and their leader, they survived but became a group of homeless Wanderers.

Relying on these people, not to mention rebuilding the tribe, surviving in this dangerous jungle was a big problem.

The tribe was gone, everyone was heartbroken, but how to survive was a reality they had to face.

By now, the sky was gradually darkening.

The night forest is extremely dangerous, and these people were starving, forced to find a place to pass the night.

They found a patch of forest, using the method of fire by friction to light a bonfire, and set up a few makeshift shelters, barely enough for the group to spend the night.

Having fled hastily, they had no time to bring food, only managing to find some wild vegetables, insects, and small prey nearby to barely stave off hunger.

"Boom..."

In the middle of the night, the sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and it started to rain.

With only limited time, the shelters they built were not enough to keep everyone dry from the rain, so they prioritized saving the bonfire and the children.

As for the others, and the Rock Sheep, they had to endure the rain in the night, without a chance to sleep.

"Wailing..."

In the middle of the night, in the wet and cold environment, someone couldn’t help but start crying.

Soon, one after another, members of the Rock Sheep Tribe began crying.

They thought about the tribe they could no longer return to, the deceased family and friends, the uncertain future. Each thought was enough to break a person down.

That night, everyone in the forest endured suffering.

Fortunately, the rain stopped as dawn approached.

The next morning, the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe ate some more wild vegetables and insects, then gathered around the bonfire to discuss what to do next.

No matter if they wanted to admit it or not, although they survived, they had become Wanderers.

Not every Wanderer is as lucky as Jiang Xuan, with a chance to rebuild a tribe.

Most Wanderers either join other tribes or wander in the forest, possibly getting eaten by beasts at any moment.

After deliberating for a while, the strongest of the Two-Color Warriors in the Rock Sheep Tribe came to no conclusion.

Feeding so many tribe members themselves was not an easy task.

If they didn’t want to die, the best choice was to join another tribe.

But picking which tribe to join was a big problem.

There were a few small tribes near the Rock Sheep Tribe, but they were relatively weak, and with the arrival of the Jackal Tribe, whether these small tribes could survive was a serious question.

One Two-Color Warrior hesitated for a while, then said, "What about going to the Vine Tribe?"

The Rock Sheep Tribe had a good impression of the Vine Tribe, and in their view, the Vine Tribe had salt, pottery, and a very young Four-Color Warrior chief, at least it was a medium-sized tribe.

Under the threat of the Jackal Tribe, perhaps only a medium-sized tribe could keep them safe.

"But the Vine Tribe is so far away, can we find the way there?" a warrior questioned.

"We can. We went to the Vine Tribe for trade last time; I remember the route."

"Then let’s try going to the Vine Tribe, though we don’t know if the Vine Tribe will take us in."

Rather than joining a weaker, unfamiliar small tribe, joining a somewhat familiar, stronger Vine Tribe seemed better to the Rock Sheep Tribe members.

After deciding, the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe once again rode the Rock Sheep to set off.

They didn’t know what fate awaited them, but walking on the road was better than staying put and waiting for death.

They moved along the remembered route; although there were many of them, their weaker combat strength still led them into various dangers along the way.

After losing a dozen or so people, they finally saw Stone Mountain and Ancient Vine on the third day.

"It’s the Vine Tribe!"

When they saw the massive Stone Mountain with Ancient Vine wrapped around it, many burst into tears of excitement.

In their subconscious, they already considered the Vine Tribe as a lifeline.

However, just as they began to approach Stone Mountain, a large group of warriors suddenly emerged from the forest.

The Rock Sheep Tribe’s people were startled and quickly retreated.

In fact, the Rock Sheep Tribe hadn’t even gotten close when the Vine Tribe’s warriors charged with guarding this area noticed them.

They immediately reported to the tribe, and out of caution, Jiang Xuan quickly led his tribe’s warriors over.

From the Rock Sheep Tribe’s side, there was a Two-Color Warrior who recognized Jiang Xuan and immediately moved to the front, shouting with surprise, "Xuan Chief, Xuan Chief..."

Jiang Xuan came to the forefront, with Tang Yuan close behind him. His tall build and fierce appearance already gave Tang Yuan the presence worthy of a predator.

"It turns out to be friends of the Rock Sheep Tribe. Where are you headed?"

Jiang Xuan noticed that these people looked rather weathered, their bodies dirty, and they brought many children with them.