This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 147 - 118 Unlucky Crow

Chapter 147: Chapter 118 Unlucky Crow

On top of Stone Mountain, the Divine Vine emitted a brilliant green light, and all its leaves were as emerald green as jade.

The Raven God, who was flung away, was stunned for a moment and then became furious.

"Caw caw caw..."

The Raven God got up, emitting sharp and unpleasant cries while black mist surged from its body, madly charging at the Divine Vine.

It thought that the reason it was so embarrassed earlier was because it was ambushed by the Divine Vine, and now it must teach this damn old vine a lesson.

However, what greeted it was a dozen more terrifying vine whips, crackling like the whips of a thunder god.

"Caw caw..."

"Pak pak pak..."

"Caw caw caw..."

"Pak pak pak pak..."

After the Raven God charged forward, it was instantly beaten soundly, its bird’s beak whipped askew, and the falling black feathers swirling down to the ground.

The Raven God’s piercing screams echoed over the Vine Tribe, causing heartache to the listener and tears to the observer.

"Swish swish swish..."

The Divine Vine had no intention of letting this old crow off, countless vines enveloped the Raven God, like a heaven-and-earth net.

"Raven God!"

On the ground, the witch of the Crow Tribe shouted in panic, everyone could see that this Divine Vine was much more powerful than the Raven God.

"Caw..."

At the critical moment, the Raven God burst out, the black mist on its body surged crazily, and then it opened its mouth to spit out a large swath of black flames.

Plants are generally afraid of fire, and the Divine Vine was no exception, those vines instinctively avoided the black Divine Fire.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Raven God "whoosh" flew away, far from the terrifying vines.

These dreadful Divine Fires, the Raven God could only spit out a few times, and it wasn’t confident it could heavily wound the Divine Vine using them, so it could only flee.

The Raven God escaped, but the big ravens it brought were unlucky.

"Swish swish swish..."

"Caw caw caw..."

Countless vines wrapped around and strangled one big raven after another, absorbing their blood essence.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred big ravens flying at the forefront were all killed by the Divine Vine.

The green glow of the Divine Vine intensified, while the other big ravens frantically fled, not daring to look back.

Within the Vine Tribe, Jing Jie swallowed hard and said, "The Vine God is really... really too fierce."

Others nodded in agreement, deeply acknowledging this.

In the forest beside Stone Mountain, people from the Rock Sheep Tribe raised their heads to look at the sky, and someone reached out to catch a drifting black raven feather.

One Two-Color Warrior excitedly exclaimed, "A living Guardian God, the Vine Tribe has a living Guardian God!"

Another added, "And it’s incredibly powerful!"

A third person said, "We must join the Vine Tribe!"

Others excitedly clenched their fists, feeling secure with a Guardian God present; joining such a tribe brings peace of mind.

Meanwhile, in the northeast forest of the Vine Tribe, the charging Tribal Warriors of the Crow Tribe saw the Raven God and big ravens flying back in a sorry state, causing them to stop in their tracks, looking at each other.

After a while, a warrior quietly asked, "Chief, should we still charge?"

"Slap!"

The Crow Tribe chief slapped him in anger and shouted, "Charge to die? Retreat!"

In an instant, the warriors of the Crow Tribe retreated in embarrassment, without even reaching the outer defensive zone of the Vine Tribe.

The Crow Tribe probably never imagined that this terrifying Vine Tribe before them was actually established by five youths who fled from the Deer Tribe, a tribe that had been easily destroyed by them.

When all the ravens and Crow Tribe warriors withdrew, the Vine Tribe erupted in cheers like mountains and seas.

In this dangerous Primordial World, having a powerful Totem God for protection is incredibly important.

The Tribal Warriors of the Vine Tribe didn’t need to risk their lives, because the Vine God solved the problem, avoiding the loss of tribe population due to warfare.

Half a day later, Jiang Xuan and the Old Witch returned on giant eagles.

When they heard about the Crow Tribe’s attack, they were both tense, but relaxed when they saw the tribe was unharmed.

The Old Witch gazed at Stone Mountain for a while, internally marveling: this Divine Vine is absurdly strong, effortlessly repelling the Crow Tribe’s attack.

Simultaneously, when the Old Witch recalled Jiang Xuan had previously tricked the Crow Tribe, his expression became peculiar.

Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?

The Old Witch suddenly became very curious about what kind of sparks would fly when the Crow Tribe encountered the Jackal Tribe.

After Jiang Xuan returned to the Vine Tribe, he once again summoned all the leaders.

In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan looked at everyone and briefly explained the situation of the Jackal Tribe.

"I must remind everyone, the Jackal Tribe is an extremely ferocious tribe and is deeply inclined towards plundering; such a tribe is very dangerous."

"Even if we don’t have any enmity with them, as long as they set their sights on the Vine Tribe, they will definitely attack!"

"Our task is to rapidly grow the tribe, so that all tribes, including the Jackal Tribe, dare not underestimate us, dare not attack us rashly!"

"Thus, I have decided to accept all members from the Rock Sheep Tribe; does anyone have any objections?"

Everyone shook their heads; since the chief had made up his mind, all they could do was fully support it.

Jiang Xuan decisively said, "Good, then this is settled. Nan Xing, lead the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe in."

"Yes!"

Nan Xing hurriedly left, bringing more than two hundred warriors of the Rock Sheep Tribe from the forest into the true residential area of the Vine Tribe shortly after.

The rows of orderly houses and many Vine Tribe members working in the fields greatly shocked the people of the Rock Sheep Tribe.

Even though the Vine Tribe was much smaller than they imagined, having witnessed the Divine Vine’s impressive display of power, what does a smaller tribe matter? As long as the Totem God is strong enough.

Jiang Xuan led the leaders to the front of these Rock Sheep Tribe members.

He said to them, "Starting today, you can stay in the Vine Tribe. The Vine Tribe will provide for your food, clothing, and shelter, but you must work for the Vine Tribe; those who don’t work have no right to eat!"

"Although you can stay in the Vine Tribe, it doesn’t mean you have truly become members of the Vine Tribe."

"Before the arrival of the next spring, if anyone commits an unforgivable mistake, I will exile them from the tribe or even take their lives!"

"Of course, if your performance is good throughout the year, you will have the opportunity to participate in the sacrificial ceremonies and become true members of the Vine Tribe."

"Do you all understand?"

After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, more than two hundred people nodded one after another, remembering Jiang Xuan’s words in their hearts because it concerned their life and death; no one dared to ignore it.

"Okay, since you all understand, Gou Teng, Shi Qiu, Jing Jie, take people to help them build houses."

"Yes, Chief!"

Gou Teng and two others led their teams to build houses with these more than two hundred people on the empty land to the left of the Vine Tribe.

By now, it was getting late, so they could only set up temporary shelters to spend the night, and tomorrow they could start building solid houses.

The addition of these two hundred-plus people instantly boosted the Vine Tribe’s population to over five hundred, making it a true small tribe.

This was a huge advancement for the Vine Tribe.

Meanwhile, after the Crow Tribe’s fruitless attack on the Vine Tribe and their thrashing by the Divine Vine, they had no choice but to abandon the Vine Tribe’s territory, continue moving, and search for a more suitable habitat.

The Crow Tribe was holding a stomach full of anger, desperately needing to find another target, both to replenish their food and vent their anger through robbery and slaughter.