This Is My Primitive Tribe - Vol 2 Chapter 302

Southern Wilderness, Ant Tribe.

The corpses were carried to the entrance of the huge ant nest, and then they were carried by the giant ants lined up, and gradually disappeared into the ant nest.

The witch of the ant tribe opened his hands, and chanted a long spell towards the ant nest, then turned around and said to the people of the ant tribe:

“The departed heroic soul will always be by the Ant God’s side, let us wish…”

The members of the ant tribe showed smiles on their faces, and even the relatives of those corpses were not so sad.

Because in the eyes of the tribal people, being able to accompany the totem god is a very honorable and noble thing.

Among the crowd, Qie Ye, who knew the truth, clenched his fists secretly, with hidden anger burning in his eyes.

Ever since the elder told him the truth about the ant god before he died, Cheye has been suffering in the ant tribe, especially when he saw the dead being sent into the ant nest, his heart was like being stabbed by a knife Same, hard to breathe.

Because he knew very well that those corpses were able to enter the ant nest, not because they accompanied the ant gods as Wu said, but because they were used as rations for those giant ants and were eaten by countless giant ants!

After the funeral, everyone in the ant tribe dispersed one after another and continued to do the busy, boring and repetitive work.

Che Ye also left the tribe with a hunting team and went hunting in the distant forest.

Now, he only has one idea, that is to become strong as soon as possible, until he has enough ability to lead the tribe to break away from, or even overthrow the Ant God’s rule.

Of course, this is a very difficult task with little hope.

How easy is it to deal with that god-level red ant?

But no matter how difficult it is and how hopeless it is, Qieye must do everything possible to do it.

If you don’t do it, the members of the ant tribe will be beaten to the bone and sucked out by those giant ants forever, and they will never have a bright future.

…

Southern Wilderness, Crocodile Tribe.

“Clatter…”

A big crocodile carried a young girl, Qingye, slowly swimming on the surface of the river, and the water wave turned into two ripples, which spread out layer by layer to both sides.

Aoba took out a reed leaf, straightened it, put it on her lips and blew it.

The reed leaves make a crisp and melodious sound, like the sound of a flute or a bird, which is melodious and melodious.

Most of the tribal people can use all kinds of leaves to blow sounds, but very few of them can blow the leaves well. Aoba is obviously a small group of people who can blow the leaves well.

“It’s really nice.”

A young warrior stood in the crocodile tribe, approached Aoba, and let out a sound of admiration.

Seeing the soldier approaching, Aoba showed helplessness in her eyes, she stopped blowing the reed leaves, and even threw the reed leaves into the river casually.

“Qingye, don’t be so heartless, I am sincere to you.”

The soldier looked at Aoba sincerely, hoping to move her with sincerity.

However, all this is in vain.

Qing Ye turned her head slightly, and said: “Hei Jia, I’ve told you many times, I don’t like you, stop pestering me.”

The young man named Hei Jia was anxious: “Why? I am now one of the bravest hunters of the young generation of the crocodile tribe. Why do you still look down on me?”

“No reason.”

“Could it be because of the leader of the vine tribe? Wake up, he will never come back, we have never heard of that vine tribe, who knows if this tribe exists…”…

“enough!”

Aoba interrupted his words, obviously angry.

“I won’t be with you, you should die.”

“Xiaoqing, let’s go!”

Aoba patted the head of the big crocodile, the big crocodile flicked its tail, accelerated to swim forward, and soon swam far away.

Angrily, Hei Jia kicked the water surface, splashing a large splash, but that was all.

The crocodile swam forward with the green leaf, and finally swam to a river beach and landed.

Qingye got off the crocodile, sat on a big rock on the river beach, staring at the sparkling water in a daze.

After a long time, Aoba whispered: “I believe he will definitely come back again!”

…

Southern Wilderness, Spider Tribe.

“Another boring day is over.”

Starscream was patrolling the forest outside the tribe, and the setting sun shone through the gaps in the forest, shining on her beautiful figure wrapped in spider silk.

Since there are relatively few enemies near the spider tribe, this kind of day-to-day patrolling will inevitably make people feel bored.

She also longs for a more exciting life, but as the leader of the guard team, she can only be trapped near the tribe, and cannot even go to places a little further away.

“If only there was a giant bird that could take me far away.”

For some reason, a huge purple vicious bird suddenly appeared in Starscream’s mind, and… that young and powerful leader of the Vine tribe.

That was the youngest five-color warrior she had ever seen. He came and left in a hurry, but he left a very deep impression on Starscream.

“I really should have kept him for one night, so that his impression on me should be deeper, right?”

Starscream kicked a dead branch under her feet, regretting that she just gave Jiang Xuan a strong hug, but didn’t do anything more.

“Next time he comes again, we must not let him leave easily.”

Red Spider pursed her vermilion lips, thinking of something interesting, her watery eyes were full of smiles.

…

Southern Wilderness, Rat Tribe.

“Run in, grab those rats, and eat them!”

“Kill!”

On the outskirts of the ancestral land of the rat tribe, countless giant weasels rushed in, and those rushing with them were the fierce weasel tribe warriors.

The weasel tribe is a medium-sized tribe near the mouse tribe. In a long time ago, the weasel tribe suppressed the mouse tribe and caught those giant rats as prey.

After the rat tribe broke up, the giant rats fled in all directions, and the giant weasels lost their target.

Now, the Rat Tribe is back, and the Weasel Tribe can’t wait to come over and have another good meal.

“Squeak…”

The weasel is the natural enemy of those giant rats. After seeing the weasel, the giant rats panicked and burrowed into the cave.

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Underground, relying on the familiarity of the terrain, avoiding the pursuit of the weasel tribe.

“Fuji God, save the Rat Tribe…”

The squirrel was about to cry, and he never expected that at such a critical moment, Shenvine would suddenly become unresponsive.

“Shushasha…”

A large group of giant weasels finally rushed into the tribe, and entered the cave to hunt down the giant rats and the members of the rat tribe.

The squirrel was also surrounded by people from the weasel tribe.

“People from the Rat Tribe are actually asking for a vine, how ridiculous!”

The leader of the weasel tribe came up to the squirrel. His face was sharp and his voice was very thin, just like a weasel.

“Look, he still has five warrior patterns painted on his face.”

“Fake, the Rat Tribe has never had five-color warriors, hahaha…”

“That’s right, the patron saints of the rat tribe are gone, where are the five-color warriors?”

The warriors of the weasel tribe also made mocking voices. They regarded the squirrel as a vain clown.

The witch from the weasel tribe leaned on a cane, touched the goatee, walked around the divine vine twice, and said, “Strange, there was no such a big vine here before. Could it be that it was transplanted from other places? Dig it out later. , see if it can be used to make witchcraft.”

The leader of the weasel tribe nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll dig when I kill this kid!”

While they were talking, the totem god of the weasel tribe came over unhurriedly. It had clearly sensed that there had been fluctuations in divine power here before, but it had just circled around the ancestral land of the rat tribe just now, but there was no sign of it. Discover.

The weasel god was more cautious. He didn’t go into the forest until he had checked the ancestral land, and came to the front of the boulder.

After the weasel god came over, the warriors of the weasel tribe became more confident. The leader unhurriedly pulled out a stone knife, and then walked towards the squirrel with a playful face.

He wanted to torture the squirrel first, and then kill the kid who dared to pretend to be a warrior of five colors.

“Fuji God, save the Rat Tribe…”

The squirrel was about to despair, he could not help but tremble all over, but he was still begging.

He was like a drowning man, grasping at the last straw, and had no other choice but to hold on tightly.

“Hey, boy, begging for a vine is worse than begging me, maybe I will spare your life.”

The leader of the weasel tribe approached the squirrel step by step. He played with the stone knife in his hand, enjoying the feeling of torturing others.

However, just when he was only one step away from the squirrel, a mutation happened!

“Buzz!”

The seemingly ordinary divine vine suddenly erupted with dazzling divine light, and all the vines grew wildly in an instant, and entwined overwhelmingly towards the totem god of the weasel tribe.

“grumble!”

The weasel god screamed, then turned around and wanted to run away.

“Whoosh whoosh…”

At this moment, countless roots appeared on the ground, and with lightning speed, they entangled the limbs of the weasel god, making it impossible to escape.

Afterwards, countless vines also entangled, binding the Weasel God tightly.

“Chichi… Ka… Chichi…”

The weasel god struggled frantically and bit the vines, but it was horrified to find that those seemingly soft vines couldn’t bite, and the divine power fluctuations from the vines were too powerful, making it frightened.

It turned out that the reason why Shenvine didn’t respond to the squirrel was to make the Weasel God let go of his guard and approach the boulder to ensure that he could catch it without fail! .

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