This Is My Primitive Tribe

"Buzzing..."

Above the Vine tribe, a large group of bird-billed mosquitoes approached in a terrifying manner.

"The mosquito tribe is here!"

The warrior responsible for guarding the tribe shouted, and the entire Vine tribe suddenly became chaotic.

"Go back to the tribe!"

In the field, Gan Song held the bone **** and shouted loudly.

Tourists who were working ran back, panicked and stumbled.

Those responsible for fishing, farming, and doing all kinds of work all ran in the direction of the bamboo house.

Because they know that as long as they run into the bamboo house, they can go to the altar through the tunnel and seek the protection of the rattan god.

Jiang Xuan, who was in the bamboo house, rushed out with a bone spear. When he saw the bird-billed mosquito in the sky, his expression changed suddenly.

"Damn the mosquito tribe, it's really haunted!"

Jiang Xuan immediately instructed everyone to return to the bamboo house and entered the tunnel to escape.

"It really came back..."

On the other side, the flower mosquito saw that the people from the Vine tribe had returned, and immediately became excited, with a ferocious and bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

The flower mosquito waved the bone knife and shouted: "Go on, give it to me, kill all the men, and arrest all the women!"

"Woooooooo..."

More than 100 Mosquito Tribe soldiers made strange noises and ran quickly towards the bamboo house of the Vine Tribe.

More than 30 tourists who ran back from the river did not have time to run back to the bamboo house. When they saw that the warriors of the mosquito tribe had appeared, their faces suddenly turned pale.

It was Nepeta who led these tourists, and he was responsible for taking them to fish by the river.

"What to do? They will kill them in the past."

"Why don't we run away."

...

The tourists did not dare to run further. They were far away from the bamboo house. It was much easier to turn around and escape than to return to the bamboo house.

Jing Ji refused: "No, if we escape at this time, we will never be able to join the Vine tribe!"

Nepeta is very clear that almost all tribes hate people who run away, because such people have no loyalty to the tribe and are not reliable at all.

"Then we can't go to die, right?" Some tourists questioned.

Nepeta frowned, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally, he looked at the bamboo raft by the river, and said, "Go back to the river and push the bamboo raft into the water, if the Mosquito tribesmen come, you Just cross the river."

The tourists nodded, then turned and ran to the river.

However, Nepeta was holding the thorn wood mace and did not follow them.

A tourist who was familiar with Nepeta turned back and shouted, "Let's go!"

Nepeta shook his head and said, "I am a warrior. When the tribe needs me, I cannot escape."

"You go to the river, I'm going to fight!"

After speaking, Jing Ji charged towards the bamboo house with his mace in his hand, with firm eyes and no turning back.

Those tourists gritted their teeth, but in the end they did not dare to rush with Nepeta.

Because Nepeta is a warrior, they are not, if they rush to die, it is more important to save their lives.

Following Nepeta's instructions, the tourists pushed the bamboo raft into the water, and then all climbed onto the bamboo raft. They inserted bamboo poles into the mud to prevent the bamboo raft from drifting away for the time being, and observed the battle situation on the rattan tribe's side.

If the Mosquito tribe rushes over, they will cross the river without hesitation.

Among the rattan tribes, the Mosquito tribe warriors who rushed the fastest had come to the bamboo house and bumped into Jiang Xuan who was responding to the tribe.

Jiang Xuan was about to rush up and stab him to death with a bone spear.

Just at this moment, with the sound of "咻", a feather arrow came out of the air and shot through the chest of the mosquito tribe warrior.

The Mosquito Tribe warrior looked at the arrow that sank into his chest in amazement, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Xuan looked back and saw that Shi Loach had pulled out the second feather arrow and put it on the bowstring. His face was a little nervous, but his hands were not shaking at all.

"Good job!"

Jiang Xuan sighed in admiration, and then used the bone spear to make up for it, completely stabbing the mosquito tribe warrior to death.

"Buzzing..."

A large group of bird-billed mosquitoes rushed over, and they rushed towards Jiang Xuan and others with ferocious faces.

"Kill these mosquitoes!"

Jiang Xuan roared loudly, then waved his bone spear, or swiped or poked, desperately slaying these bird-billed mosquitoes.

Uncaria, Nanxing, and some vine tribe warriors also joined the battle, fighting a large group of bird-billed mosquitoes and the mosquito tribe warriors who rushed over later.

Deep in the bamboo forest, after Chi Shao heard the movement, she immediately rushed out with her weapon and fought side by side with Jiang Xuan and the others.

"Calm down, calm down, absolutely don't panic."

Next to the bamboo house, Shi Loach forced himself to calm down completely. He quickly climbed to a big tree, took a favorable position, and then drew his bow and arrows, aiming at the most threatening Mosquito tribe warriors.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Shi Loach's rate of fire is very fast. Every time he shoots an arrow, there must be someone in the mosquito tribe who is injured. This kind of archery talent is terrifying.

However, there were too many bird-billed mosquitoes and warriors in the Mosquito Tribe. It didn't take long for the Vine Tribe warriors to be injured. If it wasn't for the support of Shi Loach's divine arrow, I am afraid some of the warriors would have died.

"Vine God save us!"

After Chishao slashed to death a bird-billed mosquito that rushed up, she turned back and screamed at Shishan.

If Shenteng didn't make a move, they wouldn't be able to hold it back at all, and they would be slaughtered by the Mosquito Tribe in a short time.

Especially the flower mosquito has arrived. He is a three-color warrior. Once he joins the war, I am afraid that no one can stop him.

"Buzz!"

Above the stone mountain, a strong green light erupted from the vines, and all the terrifying vines floated up and grew rapidly.

In fact, Shen Teng did not sense the arrival of the mosquito tribe, nor did he have to wait for someone to call for help.

After Shenteng broke through, he encountered a thunder calamity. Although he survived it, he was relatively weak and had been in a state of semi-sleeping, slowly recovering.

At this time, sensing that the Vine Tribe was in crisis, it finally fully awakened!

"Clap clap clap!"

Dozens of green vines extended from the stone mountain, frantically slamming the bird-billed mosquitoes, each vine was like a whip, and it pulled out a sonic boom.

With every blow, more than one bird-billed mosquito flew or even exploded. The terrifying scene stunned the attacking Mosquito tribe fighters.

"What... what's going on?"

"what is that?"

The flower mosquito, who was about to rush over, saw this scene, and stopped his own footsteps abruptly. He looked at the huge ancient vine on the stone mountain, and said with a pale face: "The vine... the patron saint of the vine tribe, It was alive."

He thought that he had used a stone axe to chop down the giant vine before, and his back was suddenly sweating.

Different from the fright on the Mosquito tribe's side, the warriors of the Vine tribe burst into cheers when they saw Shenteng's attack.

"Vine God will protect us!"

"Come on!"

"Kill all these **** mosquitoes!"

More than a dozen warriors rushed towards the more numerous Mosquito tribes without fear.

Nepeta was also among these warriors. At this time, he had a lot of blood on his body and suffered a lot of injuries, but he didn't care, because he knew that his choice was right!

"Whoosh whoosh..."

At the same time, countless roots quietly emerged from the ground, and when the mosquito tribe warriors looked up at the vines in the air, they quietly wrapped around their feet and continued to wrap around them.

By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late to run.

"what is this……"

A Mosquito tribe warrior screamed, and he struggled frantically, but it didn't work at all.

Because those roots have been plunged into his body, quickly absorbing the essence of his flesh and blood.

Soon, more screams came, and even Jiang Xuan and the others who were rushing forward stopped, feeling their scalp tingling.