I am a Primitive Man

The sudden exclamation behind him startled him awake. When he looked up, he saw many people standing on the open ground not far from the cave!

And those from his tribe, who would usually cheer and run over the moment they returned, were nowhere to be seen this time...

A bad thought suddenly flashed through his mind, making his heart skip a beat.

"%^$^$&...!?"

He shouted, warning the people behind him to be alert. Then he slowed his pace, holding his weapon, and cautiously approached the group of people, who were much more numerous than them.

He placed the food he was carrying on his shoulders and in his hands on the ground.

The shaman of the Flying Snake tribe was not at all flustered as he watched the people gradually approaching. This was not only because there were many strong individuals in the Flying Snake tribe but also because...

He looked at the people who were now quite close and were asking him questions in an incomprehensible language. He smiled, opened the lidded basket he carried on his back, and took out a bundle of tied grass.

He walked over to the dull, motionless, one-horned beast lying on the ground nearby and waved the grass before it.

It stretched its head and opened its mouth to eat, but the Flying Snake shaman dodged it.

Seeing the delicious food escape again, the beast suddenly stood up.

The Flying Snake shaman quickly handed the grass to the swift runner.

The leader of the Cao Geng’s tribe, angrily and fearfully questioning the uninvited guests, gasped at the sight of the suddenly rising giant creature.

He hadn't noticed the beast lying motionless on the ground earlier and had thought it was just a big rock.

What kind of monster was this?!

Why was that person running towards them so quickly? Did he want to fight?

He tightened his grip on the stone spear as he thought this, preparing to teach the person who dared to charge at them a good lesson.

This thought was immediately replaced by overwhelming fear because following that person was the terrifying giant beast!

The man and the beast charged straight at them with a thunderous momentum.

As they approached, the runner hurled a bundle of something into the air, which landed behind the Cao Geng tribe members.

At the same time, the runner swiftly turned and ran to the side.

Like a small mountain, the giant beast charged forward with astonishing momentum.

Many were fearful, and those who wanted to run found their legs unresponsive.

"%$^%...!"

The leader of the Cao Geng tribe finally reacted, shouting for his people to run. However, it was too late; the giant beast had already crashed into them...

The leader of Cao Geng’s tribe couldn't help but wail, partly because the beast crushed his calf and partly because none of his people managed to escape; they were all captured.

In the process, five people died.

Four of them were trampled to death by the beast's hooves!

The other was stabbed in the stomach with a stone spear while trying to escape...

And this evil tribe didn't lose a single person!

This was all due to that terrifying beast. Some of their people could have escaped without it, even if they couldn't win the fight. Even if they couldn't escape, they could have at least killed or injured some members of the opposing tribe.

However...

What kind of terrifying tribe is this?

They have such a terrifying monster!

God knows how they managed to make such a monstrous creature obedient!

The wailing of Cao Geng’s tribe leader did not last long because he soon died.

When he died, all the blood in his body had drained, and his body had many additional wounds.

The shaman of the Flying Snake tribe collected his blood from the pottery of the Cao Geng tribe, dividing half of it for the surviving members of the Cao Geng tribe to drink.

At first, some people were unwilling, but after one of the unwilling ones was killed by the third leader of the Flying Snake tribe with a stone spear, and another exquisite container was brought to collect blood, the rest became obedient...

Everyone, including the Flying Snake tribe members, drank the blood of these two people. The Flying Snake tribe members drank more than the Cao Geng tribe members.

This was because the Flying Snake tribe shaman discovered that after drinking the blood and eating the meat of these defeated and killed people, they would become more spirited in the following days.

Therefore, even though the original members of the Flying Snake tribe didn't need to drink the blood of their comrades to signify breaking away from their original tribe like the Cao Geng tribe members, they didn't miss this opportunity either.

The Flying Snake tribe members licked their lips greedily, like a group of bloodthirsty beasts, unsatisfied...

As night fell, the cave that initially belonged to the Cao Geng tribe flickered with firelight. Compared to usual, the firelight inside the cave was brighter and the atmosphere more lively, but everything had already changed.

The aroma of roasted meat wafted out of the cave, spreading in the night.

Inside the cave, illuminated by firelight, the Flying Snake tribe shaman leisurely ate the delicious food served in a bowl decorated with several small tadpoles.

He initially didn't know how to use the bowl like this. After a difficult exchange with the crooked-nosed Cao Geng, he understood the purpose of this small item.

Today, the Flying Snake tribe shaman ate a lot. He didn't stop until he had eaten two dripping roasted breasts.

It was not only because he hadn't eaten such food in a long time but also because a fine layer of white crushed stones, which twisted his face in disgust, was sprinkled on top...

He took the last bite of food, licked the oil from the corners of his mouth, and put down the pottery bowl in his hand.

He looked at the crooked nose squatting not far away, who smiled at him with fear and flattery when he noticed the shaman's gaze.

Then he looked at the others huddled together, not daring to escape or move. The shaman of the Flying Snake tribe smiled.

He was skilled at making a tribe obedient and gradually integrating them into their tribe.

Some of these methods were his inventions, but most were passed down from the previous shaman...

As the long night passed and the morning sun shone its light, a group of people wrapped in animal skins and carrying weapons emerged from the cave and stepped away.

It was just like going out hunting as usual.

The difference this time was that there were no minors or other old and weak people to see them off...