This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 226 - 152: The Beaver Tribe in the Burrow_2

Chapter 226: Chapter 152: The Beaver Tribe in the Burrow_2

Though these fierce birds cannot fly, they run extremely fast, even catching large insects in their beaks and swallowing them while continuing to run with their necks stretched.

Quickly, they approached the Beaver Tribe’s territory.

The fierce birds slowed their pace, stopped calling out, and stealthily approached the Beaver Tribe’s grand waterfront buildings.

However, they were unaware that the Beaver Tribe had long been prepared.

"The Fierce Bird Tribe is coming!"

At the edge of the forest, Beaver Tribe warriors hidden in the grass immediately shouted when they saw a large number of fierce birds.

"Crash..."

In an instant, those lazy large water otters sunbathing on the vast building complex of the Beaver Tribe flipped into the water and quickly vanished.

The people of the Beaver Tribe also plunged into the water, running alongside those large water otters.

Soon, not a single person was visible in the Beaver Tribe.

In the forest, the ready-to-fight warriors of the Fierce Bird Tribe rushed toward the Beaver Tribe upon hearing the shout, yet they found nothing and were utterly baffled.

"Where are the people? Where are those plump water otters?"

The leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe entered the large buildings constructed with numerous trees by the Beaver Tribe, walked a few rounds, and couldn’t even see a ghostly silhouette.

Those large water otters, Beaver Tribe people, including their food and supplies, had all vanished.

"Bang!"

The leader kicked the wall hard, breaking several wooden beams.

The warriors of the Fierce Bird Tribe glanced at each other, not knowing where the Beaver Tribe and large water otters had fled.

"Tear down these houses; I don’t believe we won’t find them!"

The leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe let out an enraged roar and led the warriors to crazily demolish the massive wooden buildings of the Beaver Tribe.

In fact, burning such buildings would be the quickest and most thorough method of destruction.

But the Fierce Bird Tribe dared not, because these buildings connected to the forest by the shore. Setting fire to them might ignite the forest, which would be unfortunate not only for the Beaver Tribe but also for themselves.

"Boom!"

Under the warriors’ destruction, the enormous buildings of the Beaver Tribe collapsed bit by bit, with countless broken woods floating on the water’s surface.

However, despite their efforts, tearing the Beaver Tribe’s buildings apart, the tribe’s people and those large water otters were still nowhere to be seen.

The leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe sat frustratingly by the shore, staring at the vast Great Swamp, and said, "Did they all dive underwater?"

If that’s the case, the Fierce Bird Tribe truly had no means to deal with it.

They could act insolently in the forest but not in the water, as they couldn’t even swim.

Witnessing this mobilization that yielded no gains, the leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe was utterly exasperated.

After a half-day of fruitless toil, the leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe could only announce a retreat.

After all, the Fierce Bird Tribe required a large amount of food daily and couldn’t afford this futile waste.

Over a thousand warriors of the Fierce Bird Tribe left, leaving only a wasteland on the water’s surface, almost silent except for the sound of water.

Not long after, the leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe surprisingly brought people back for another assault, returning to the place.

Yet, after searching again, they still found nothing, as if the Beaver Tribe had vanished into thin air.

The leader of the Fierce Bird Tribe finally lost hope completely, kicking down a small tree and angrily shouted, "Go hunting!"

Over a thousand warriors mounted the fierce birds and ran off, never returning this time.

Such a large group going back empty-handed wouldn’t do. Since they failed to rob the Beaver Tribe, they could only go hunting, catching some prey to supplement their tribe’s food.

The Beaver Tribe’s territory regained its tranquility.

Until dusk, a large water otter cautiously surfaced from underwater, with a Beaver Tribe warrior on its back, carefully observing the surroundings to ensure the Fierce Bird Tribe had left.

Then, the large water otter took him back underwater, swimming down about five or six meters to find a huge underwater cave entrance before entering.

"Splash..."

Soon, the large water otter brought the warrior back to the surface, not outside but in a giant underground cavern.

All the Beaver Tribe’s people, resources, and those large water otters were hiding in this cavern.

The cavern had been excavated by the Totem God of the Beaver Tribe, though no one knew for how many years, making its size vast and even connecting to some natural crevices for ventilation.

The most important part was that, apart from the narrow and hidden crevices, all entrances to this cavern were located underwater, making it extremely concealed.

Unless they encountered a tribe equally skilled in water, it was very difficult to find them.

By relying on this cavern, the Beaver Tribe, although not strong, could repeatedly escape crises and continue surviving at the edge of the Great Swamp.

"Crackle crackle..."

In the cavern, several bonfires were burning fiercely, with Beaver Tribe people gathered around them, looking extremely tense.

The warrior who went out to scout the situation returned to the central part of the cavern and reported to the witch and leader of the Beaver Tribe.

"Leader, Witch, those who ride the big birds have all left."

"Did you see clearly?" Beaver Tribe leader Lu Zhu asked worriedly.