I am a Primitive Man

The leader of the Blackstone tribe squatted down, picked up a bone that hadn't been burnt completely from the ashes at the entrance of the cave, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.

In addition to these in his hands, there are many bones in the ashes.

These bones are no stranger to the leader of the Blackrock tribe who has not eaten people less in the winter that has just passed.

And this is exactly what makes him angry.

If people from this tribe don't want to pay for their tribe, and dare not resist their tribe, they choose to relocate to other places, it will make him feel better.

And now, depending on the situation, this tribe should have been attacked by other tribes!

Because no tribe would choose to kill some of the people in the tribe and burn them when preparing to move away, even the weakest people would not be treated like this.

Because these weak people have other great uses when there is a severe shortage of food on the way of migration.

The tribe that was defeated by them not long ago was attacked by other tribes!

Some of the people in the tribe were killed, and some were taken away.

This is a tribe that surrendered to them, and now it has been lost to the rest of the tribe. After having a meteorite as a weapon, it is strange that the leader of the increasingly swollen Blackstone tribe is not angry.

But after the anger, he became silent again.

Because he was thinking about why the tribe who didn't know where to live would come and attack this tribe.

Lack of food?

The leader of the Blackrock tribe shook his head.

This is not the time when food is scarce, and from the behavior of this tribe to burn all the people it kills, we can know that the tribe is not coming to attack this tribe for food.

But, if it's not because of the food, what is it for?

Wouldn't it be more expensive for the tribe to bring such a group of people back?

The leader of the Blackstone tribe really couldn't understand the relationship among them.

"#￥%FGH!"

When the leader of the Blackrock tribe fell silent, a member of the Blackrock tribe came over with something he had picked up from the surrounding grass.

This is a feather arrow lost in the grass by a tribe led by bark.

Reaching out for this weird weapon, the leader of the Blackrock tribe looked curious and a little puzzled.

For him, who has always admired bigness, such a small weapon is really invisible.

How much harm can such a small weapon cause to people?

Imagine holding such a thin and short weapon in his hand, stabbing a prey or giving someone a battle, the leader of the Blackrock tribe couldn't help but smile.

If there are people from any tribe who use such weapons to attack their tribe, he will definitely use Blackstone weapons to teach them a lesson.

Such a weapon was stabbed to death by myself and the others with a thicker black stone weapon before they approached.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe thought for a while, his attention finally fell on the feathers on the tail of the feather arrow.

He stretched out his hand to fiddle with this feather for a while, wondering why people from that tribe would tie feathers to such a small stick.

Do you think that the feathers look good, or do you think that these small weapons can fly as high as a bird?

The head of the Blackstone tribe flashed in his mind, thinking that he might have guessed the truth again.

He immediately threw this strange weapon out.

After flying a certain distance in the air, Feather Arrow plunged into the ground obliquely, not far away, not as far as he could throw a rock.

The leader of the Blackrock tribe couldn't help scratching his head with his hands, not to make this thing fly farther, what about tying feathers on it?

He walked over and picked up the feather arrow again and held it in his hand, thinking for a while, holding the two ends with both hands and folding it, without too much effort, the thin feather arrow had already been broken.

How can such a weapon hurt people?

Weapons that were thicker than this were cut off by their weapons made of black stone, not to mention these unusable weapons.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe casually threw the feather arrow that was broken by him on the ground, thinking like this in his heart.

Originally he was a little jealous of this unknown tribe, but now he looked at the broken feather arrow he had thrown on the ground, and then at the black stone weapon he held in his hand. A powerful confidence emerged from his heart.

"#￥%D!"

He shouted loudly, and led the people of the tribe to look around.

At this time, he really wanted to take this tribe that didn't have any powerful weapons but came to rob them of their surrender tribe, and also gave them a sticker, so that they would replace this destroyed tribe to hand over food to his tribe.

Of course, the Blackrock Tribe cannot find too many traces left by the Bark Tribe. After all, it is not snowing now, and the Bark Tribe has been away for a while...

The population of the tribe where the bark is located some distance from here has increased a lot compared to before.

Those who were looted back by him, cut off the head of the new leader with a bone knife on the bark in front of everyone, and forced these people to smear the blood of the new leader on their faces. Become honest. ‘

"#￥……"

At this time, a looted person was talking and expressing some meaning in front of the bark.

Gradually, the brows of the bark began to frown.

Especially after seeing a thick wooden stick that this man found, his brow furrowed deeper after the gesture was chopped off.

There is actually such a powerful tribe over there?

The weapons they possess can actually cut off such a thick weapon?

Will they collect food from the rest of the tribe?

This unexpected discovery immediately made Bark unhappy because he had brought people to a big victory.

What if the tribe comes to me and collects food from the people of my tribe?

Bark thought about www.wuxiahere.com with some worry, but this worry did not last too long, because he saw the longbow beside him, and then turned his gaze to the not-so-high wall.

My own tribe also has very useful weapons.

Although the weapons of that tribe sounded scary, the bows and arrows of their tribe were just as scary. Before they rushed to the people of their tribe, he had already led people to shoot them all with bows and arrows.

Except for the terrifying and nostalgic tribe, the bark with bows and arrows of the other tribes is not convinced.

"￥%#……"

He stood up, spoke loudly, raised his bow and arrow above his head and waved vigorously, as did the others in the tribe.

The messy voice came from far away, like a provocation to the tribe that hadn't met...

(Let’s make two changes today, clean up and sleep, I’m very sleepy)