This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 273 - 174: The 1st Subordinate Tribe_3

Chapter 273: Chapter 174: The 1st Subordinate Tribe_3

"Xuan, the leader, I’ll go find the Witch first, just wait for a moment."

"Okay."

Huo Meng hurriedly went to find the Witch of the Frog Tribe. Jiang Xuan, on the other hand, wasn’t in a rush, instead watching the surrounding scenery with interest.

In the wooden hut beside the large pond, Huo Meng explained the situation to the Witch.

The Witch frowned and said, "Why did you bring them over directly?"

Huo Meng retorted, "Does the Witch have any other good way to ensure the Frog Tribe can survive safely here?"

"This..."

The Witch was stumped by Huo Meng’s remark, angry and anxious, but didn’t know how to refute.

Huo Meng smiled bitterly and said, "Witch, give up illusions. The sooner we migrate, the sooner we gain the Vine Tribe’s protection. Staying here, with just these few people, we cannot survive."

The Witch closed his eyes and, after a long time, let out a deep sigh, exhausted, and said, "You are right."

"I am old, no longer useful. From now on, you will make decisions for the tribe."

"Witch, don’t say that..."

Huo Meng felt particularly uncomfortable inside. He wasn’t intending to refute the Witch or fight for control over the tribe, he merely wanted the Frog Tribe to continue surviving.

The Witch waved his hand and said, "No need to say more. In the coming days, I will do my best to train the next Witch."

"I will pack up my things and prepare to migrate."

After saying this, the Witch turned around to pack the things in his hut, his waist bent deeply, moving very slowly.

Huo Meng watched the back of this frail old man, his eyes were very sore, but he rubbed them, telling himself that now is not the time for sorrow.

Huo Meng took a deep breath, then straightened his back and walked out of the hut.

At such a time, he could not show any weakness, he had to persevere.

Huo Meng gathered all the Frog Tribe people and announced that the Frog Tribe would become an affiliated tribe of the Vine Tribe, and that migration would happen immediately.

Once the Frog Tribe people heard this news, there was a sudden uproar; many felt they couldn’t accept it.

"Silence!"

Huo Meng shouted loudly, calming the noisy crowd.

"Becoming an affiliated tribe of the Vine Tribe is our only choice. Once there, we shall receive protection and can freely and boldly hunt for food without this constant fear."

"You can ask the warriors who have been to the Vine Tribe about its strength, which far exceeds your imagination. Migrating to the Vine Tribe is a good thing for the Frog Tribe."

The crowd began to buzz again, as those dozen warriors who had been to the Vine Tribe were surrounded, with everyone eagerly asking them about the Vine Tribe.

After they had discussed the situation sufficiently, Huo Meng shouted again, quieting the crowd.

"Now, everyone, pack your things immediately and head to the Vine Tribe together. If anyone refuses to go, they will be expelled from the Frog Tribe, and their fate will no longer concern the tribe!"

Huo Meng’s strong stance silenced the Frog Tribe people.

Though it was difficult for them to accept becoming an affiliated tribe, it was preferable to expulsion.

Whether willing or not, everyone dispersed and went to pack everything they could carry, preparing to migrate with the tribe.

In truth, the Frog Tribe didn’t have much to pack. An hour later, everyone was carrying large and small bags, standing by the large pond, ready to depart.

The Frog Tribe Witch also emerged, heading to the hibernation place of the giant frogs, and recited a waking witchcraft spell.

In reality, since the Frog God had fallen, the giant frogs had little reaction to the witchcraft spell.

This left the Frog Tribe Witch even more despairing.

Huo Meng was unconcerned about this. He led people to dig open the sleeping earth holes of the giant frogs and woke them one by one.

"Ribbit..."

The giant frogs, having hibernated the whole winter, lazily croaked and then followed the Frog Tribe people in migration.

"Set off!"

Outside the Frog Tribe, Jiang Xuan sat on the crescent moon’s back, shouted, and then led the more than two hundred Warriors of the Vine Tribe to blaze the trail.

The over a hundred people of the Frog Tribe followed closely behind, many feeling lost, not knowing what kind of fate awaited them in the future.