This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 183 - 133 Stone Artifact Master

Chapter 183: Chapter 133 Stone Artifact Master

In the forest south of the Vine Tribe, six youths were carefully escorting an elder.

The elder’s hair and beard were all white, but his spirit was excellent, and a horizontal mark on his face showed he was a One-Color Warrior.

Not many people in the tribe live to old age.

Because the environment is too harsh, not only are there shortages of clothing and food, but once people grow old, their physical functions decline, and the chances of getting sick become very high.

In such a harsh environment, once contracted with sickness, if the tribe’s Witch possesses powerful Witch Doctor Techniques, they might survive. If the tribe’s Witch is incompetent, survival depends solely on fate.

Another issue is that as warriors age, their strength gradually diminishes.

Even if you’re a formidable Five-Color Warrior, when you age and become weak, you might become a Two-Color Warrior, or even a One-Color Warrior.

If you become even older and frail, you may not even be able to draw a single mark on your face.

This elder, at such an advanced age, can still maintain the strength of a One-Color Warrior, which shows he was once a powerful warrior.

From the way those six youths were carefully protecting him, it’s evident that the elder holds a high status.

When they reached Thunder Mountain in front of the Vine Tribe, they saw a giant stone with a totem pattern painted with mineral pigments.

At the same time, a pair of eyes from the thickets were watching their every move.

One of the youths exclaimed excitedly, "It’s a totem pattern, we’ve really found a tribe."

The others were also very excited because reaching here was already very challenging, many had died along the way, and if they continued, they feared they all might perish.

This is the sorrow of wanderers; after losing the tribe’s protection, it’s exceedingly difficult to survive in the dangerous jungle.

The six youths immediately wanted to move forward, but the elder stopped them.

"Don’t go in!"

The six youths looked back at the elder, clearly not understanding why he stopped them.

The elder said, "Many tribes set numerous traps around for safety. If you recklessly charge in, you won’t even know how you died."

"Then... what should we do?"

The youths realized, and they all looked at the elder, hoping he would make a decision.

The elder said, "Shout out, call for the tribe’s people. If they’re willing to accept us, they’ll naturally lead us inside. If they’re not willing, we’ll have to avoid the tribe’s territory."

One of the youths immediately shouted, "Is anyone there? We are wanderers seeking refuge..."

After shouting, looking at the empty forest, he felt it was unlikely anyone would respond.

Yet, at this moment, a voice suddenly echoed from not far away, "Wait where you are!"

The six youths looked at the still desolate forest, feeling eerie, as they had no clue where the person was hiding.

At this moment, they were immensely grateful for following the elder’s advice and not recklessly charging in, or else they might truly die without knowing why.

In the forest, the responder was a hidden sentry from the Vine Tribe.

He was hidden in a pit in the thicket, and after shouting, he quickly traversed a section of the tunnel beside the pit, then emerged from a very concealed large rock, passing the news to the next person, who then relayed the news back to the tribe.

Soon, Jiang Xuan received the news of the wanderers’ arrival.

"Go have a look."

The food in the Vine Tribe is not scarce now, it’s quite feasible to accept a few wanderers.

Jiang Xuan set out, and Nan Xing immediately brought twenty warriors from the Guard Team along, not only to protect the leader but also to show the wanderers the tribe’s strength.

When Jiang Xuan arrived at Thunder Mountain, those wanderers had already been waiting anxiously.

The only exception was the elder, who appeared very calm.

Jiang Xuan walked to the front of these wanderers and said, "This is the Vine Tribe. I’m Xuan, the leader of the Vine Tribe."

Nan Xing and others stood behind Jiang Xuan, holding weapons, watching those wanderers vigilantly.

The wanderers were somewhat stunned after hearing Jiang Xuan’s words because Jiang Xuan was very young, even younger than themselves.

More astonishingly, his face had four horizontal marks, meaning at such a young age, he was a powerful Four-Color Warrior.

Even the elder was amazed; he had lived for so many years yet had never seen such a young Four-Color Warrior.

Jiang Xuan was accustomed to others’ reactions upon hearing he was the leader. He continued, "Do you wish to join our Vine Tribe?"

As he said this, Jiang Xuan specifically looked at the elder.

Although the elder had a horizontal mark still, he was too old, in any other tribe, he would likely be directly refused entry.

The elder said, "We indeed wish to join the Vine Tribe, begging Chief Xuan to take us in."

Jiang Xuan pointed to the young wanderers, saying, "These few are naturally no problem, but for you, you’ll need to give me a reason to accept you."

It’s not that Jiang Xuan was unfeeling, if he randomly took an old wanderer back to the tribe, the tribespeople would likely object.

After all, the older he is, the less work he can do, and if he has no special skills, he would be a burden to the tribe.

If he were one of the tribe’s elders, it would be different, as he had once contributed to the tribe.