This Is My Primitive Tribe - Vol 2 Chapter 297

In the middle of the Southern Wilderness, the Rat Tribe.

“The last one!”

In front of a low mountain, the squirrel was holding a bone spear and a golden bronze knife stuck in his waist. Looking at a soil hole in front of him, his eyes were shining with excitement.

A year ago, Squirrel was still a one-color warrior, and a year later, he had become a powerful five-color warrior, with five different colored warrior patterns on his face that were very conspicuous.

All this is because of Jiang Xuan and Shenvine.

A year ago, Squirrel tried to steal Jiang Xuan’s goods, but was caught by Jiang Xuan, and asked the Vine God to leave a seed in his body, turning him into the first pawn that the Vine Tribe planted in the middle.

During this year, the seeds germinated and grew, and helped the squirrel change from a small one-color warrior to a powerful five-color warrior. The speed is miraculous.

Relying on its strong strength and the help of the newborn vines, Squirrel first killed the leader he followed and became the new leader, and then led the Rat Tribe fighters under him to annex the forces of other Rat Tribe leaders one after another.

Now, the Squirrel has gathered most of the Rat Tribe, and only this last place remains.

Those little forces, the Rat Tribe will once again become a complete tribe.

Of course, all this is not without cost.

Today’s divine vines have roots all over the squirrel’s body. Although the vines don’t show up normally, they wrap around his body like tattoos, and can kill him at any time.

Moreover, as an ordinary person with average talent, the five-color warrior is his peak combat power, and he can’t go any further.

However, Squirrel doesn’t care, as long as the rat tribe can be complete again, as long as the tribe can return to their ancestral land, even if they die, he is willing.

No matter what, it’s better than the Rat tribe falling apart and slowly dying out.

“Get in!”

The squirrel raised the bone spear and was about to lead hundreds of rat tribesmen and countless giant rats behind him to kill it.

“Don’t fight, don’t fight, surrender!”

At this moment, there was a sound of panic in the cave.

The squirrel, who was about to lead people to rush into the hole, stopped and looked at the dark soil hole.

Not long after, a light of fire appeared in the earth cave, and a three-color warrior with the totem pattern of the rat tribe on his face came out of the cave tremblingly.

This person is the leader of the Rat tribe, and behind him are dozens of Rat warriors and dozens of fat giant rats.

“Nagao, did you really surrender?”

Squirrel held a bone spear and pointed at the tricolor warrior named Longtail.

“Surrender… Surrender, from now on, all of us here will respect you as the leader.”

The people standing behind Long Tail also nodded one after another. After all, there are many people on the Squirrel’s side, and they will definitely lose in a fight with this small group of people.

“Very well, our rat tribe is finally complete.”

After Squirrel finished saying this, his eyes were a little moist, because he had been waiting for this moment for too long.

Since the fall of the rat god, the rat tribe has been torn apart and hunted down by various tribes, so they can only hide in the ground and survive.

Now, the Rat Tribe is complete again, and he hopes that the Rat Tribe won’t be bullied at will and don’t have to hide all day long.

The squirrel wiped the corners of its eyes and said, “Pack up everything, and I’ll take you…back to the ancestral land.”

“Back to the ancestral land?”

Long Tail was stunned, and all the Rat Tribe fighters were stunned.

The split of the mouse tribe was not very long, about ten years, so many warriors of the mouse tribe grew up in the tribe when they were young.

Even the descendants of the Rat Tribe who were born in the past ten years or so are still being talked about by their parents all the time about the benefits of the Rat Tribe.

It can be said that all the people here have deep feelings for, or yearn for, the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe.

Now, when the squirrel told them to go back to their ancestral land, there was a sense of unreality in all of them.

“Grey… Chief Squirrel, what you said…is it true?”

Long Tail was very excited, because he grew up in a tribe when he was a child.

“Of course, after so many years, it’s time for our rat tribe to go back.”

“However, if we return to the ancestral land, what if other tribes come to encircle and suppress them? Without the rat god, we can’t stand it.”

Long Tail’s words are also a worry for many people, and everyone looks at Squirrel, hoping that he can come up with a solution.

The reason why the rat tribe fell apart was because of the encirclement and suppression by other tribes, which led to the fall of the rat god.

It is difficult for a tribe without a totem god to survive in this dangerous world.

All hostile tribes, all kinds of ferocious birds and beasts, may bring disaster to the tribe.

Without the protection of the totem god, even if all the members of the Rat Tribe returned to their ancestral lands, would they really be able to live in peace?

The squirrel was silent for a moment, and said, “Don’t worry, everyone. The Vine God of the Vine Tribe has already promised to protect our Mouse Tribe. With the Vine God here, everything will be fine.”

Nagao asked again: “Boss, what kind of tribe is the Vine tribe? Why have I never heard of it?”

“The Vine tribe is a big and powerful tribe. Don’t ask so many questions. You will know when the time comes. Now, everyone will follow me back to the ancestral land!”

Squirrel didn’t want to reveal the fact that the Vine God was on him. Although others still had doubts, they felt relieved when they heard that the Vine Tribe was a big tribe, so they followed Squirrel to the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe go.

Two days later, more than 500 members of the Rat Tribe finally returned to the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe after a long journey.

It is a lush forest, but there are few tall trees, and the trunks of those big trees have been burned.

“This is the ancestral land!”

The squirrel led the members of the mouse tribe to the edge of the forest, and everyone was very excited.

This is the place where they were forced to leave for more than ten years, and it was also the place where the rat tribe once lived. Now, they are finally back!

Those Rat Tribe fighters who used to live here walked into the forest one after another, touched east and west, and discussed excitedly what there used to be in these places.

The younger Rat tribe members who had never lived here looked around curiously, observing this place that was missed by their relatives since they were young.

In the ancestral land of the Rat tribe, ruins and walls can still be seen, but most of them are covered with grass and moss, and some big stones are engraved with vague totem patterns of the Rat tribe.

The squirrel walked to the center of the forest, on the largest boulder, stroked the mottled totem pattern of the rat tribe on it, and said softly: “We are back…”

The squirrel put its face against the totem pattern on the boulder, and slowly closed its eyes.

He seems to have seen the prosperous rat tribe in the past, with thatched huts and stone houses standing in forests, where the tribesmen of the rat tribe peeled animal skins and grindstone tools, children played and played here, and fat giant rats lay on the ground casually to bask in the sun. sun……

Scenes and scenes kept appearing in Squirrel’s mind, making him seem to have returned to that prosperous rat tribe.

After a long time, the squirrel opened its eyes again, and what it saw was still a dilapidated scene of dilapidated buildings and overgrown weeds.

Squirrel wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then clenched the bone spear in his hand, pulled himself together, and summoned all the members of the Rat Tribe.

“From today onwards, we will rebuild our ancestral land. Now, divide half of the people to hunt, and the others to clean up weeds, caves and rebuild houses!”

Following the squirrel’s order, all the members of the rat tribe got busy immediately.

The squirrel, on the other hand, continued to stand beside the boulder in the center of the tribe, communicating with the vine god, hoping that the vine god could help protect the mouse tribe.

“Ka Ka Ka…”

Not long after, a vine gradually pulled away from the squirrel’s body, and took root next to the boulder. The emerald green vine grew rapidly, wrapping around the boulder in circles.

Fuji God agreed to Squirrel’s request to help protect the Rat Tribe.

Of course, the condition is that the Rat tribe becomes a subordinate tribe of the Vine tribe and remains loyal.

If the Rat Tribe had other thoughts in the future, the Vine God could destroy them without any effort.

This is the guarantee brought by powerful strength!