This Is My Primitive Tribe

Southern Wilderness, Blue Sheep Tribe.

A large group of blue sheep are walking on the high mountain, and even the steep rock wall cannot stop their footsteps.

At this time, it is spring, the grass and trees have sprouted and grown, and the food of these blue sheep is very sufficient.

The mount of the leader Hongyan, which is the tallest leader among the sheep, was standing on the high hillside at this time, constantly walking through the bushes, tasting the delicious and juicy young leaves at will.

Suddenly, it seemed to hear some movement, only to see its ears moved, the sheep's head lifted up, and it looked vigilantly in the direction from which the movement came.

I saw the warrior riding a jackal, from another mountain, quickly approaching the blue sheep tribe.

"Bah!"

The leader pulled his neck and shouted, and then took the lead in running towards the tribe's settlement.

"What... what..."

The whole flock of blue sheep screamed. They followed the leader and ran quickly on the steep hillside, but none of them fell behind.

At the same time, the witch who lived on the high mountain changed his face when he heard the horn, and immediately picked up a horn and walked to the entrance of the cave.

This is the horn left after the death of a twisted ram, with a small cut at the sharp end that can be blown.

The witch of the blue sheep tribe put the end of the big sheep's horn at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then blew it suddenly.

"woo woo woo woo…"

The loud and long sound of the sheep's horn spread throughout the blue sheep tribe.

Afterwards, all the clansmen of the Blue Sheep Tribe, no matter what they were doing or wherever, as long as they heard the sound of the horn, they would frantically run to the place with the house.

They ran into the house, men, women and children, all took up their weapons, and then went outside to assemble.

"What... what..."

The blue sheep have returned, they have gathered in the tribe, and they are walking around restlessly.

"Quick, ride on the back of the blue sheep!"

Hongyan took the lead to climb onto the back of the leader, holding a stone spear, ready to meet the enemy.

There are more than 600 tribesmen in the Yanyang tribe. There are more than 300 warriors who can fight, and more than 100 ordinary warriors. The rest are old, weak and sick.

There are about 300 tribes of blue sheep in the middle-aged, and the rest are also old, weak, sick and disabled.

The warriors who could fight all rode on the backs of the mature blue sheep.

The rest of the weaker warriors, along with the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, as well as the old and young blue sheep, all gathered to the cave where the witch was.

"Ouch..."

At this moment, the sound of wolf howling came from the foot of the mountain.

Hongyan looked down the mountain, and saw countless fierce jackals, carrying the warriors of the jackal tribe, running quickly up the mountain, with a terrifying momentum.

"So many enemies!"

Hongyan's face turned white with a "swipe", and there was a bad feeling in his heart.

Especially when he saw a particularly tall jackal among the wolves, his heart froze even more.

Because the jackal just glanced at him, it made him feel cold sweat behind his back, and there was a feeling of fear in his heart.

He knew that it was the patron saint of a tribe!

"No, the enemy is too strong!"

Hongyan clenched his legs, and the leader quickly ran up the mountain, and the soldiers of the more than 300 Yanyang tribes hurriedly followed.

The leader stopped in front of the cave where the witch lived. Hongyan turned over and got off the back of the blue sheep, and ran quickly into the cave.

"Witch, there are too many enemies, let's retreat from the path before they rush up."

The witch of the Blue Sheep Tribe sat by the fire pond. He was silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "You go, I will stay."

Hongyan was in a hurry and said, "Wu, you can't stay!"

"Let you go as soon as you go. I'm too old to run fast, and I don't want to run anymore."

Outside the cave, a group of old warriors said one after another, "Yes, we are not leaving either. If we die in the tribe, maybe we will still see the sheep god."

Hongyan looked at the firm eyes of those old soldiers, and shouted anxiously and helplessly: "Witch!"

The Wu of the Yanyang Tribe looked at Hongyan and said, "Let's go with the clan. Go as far as you can. If you don't go, it will be too late."

"Ouch..."

At this time, there was another wolf howling from the bottom of the mountain, and the jackals had already climbed halfway.

"witch!"

Hongyan shouted again, tears were about to fall.

The Wu of the Blue Sheep Tribe shouted sharply: "Let's go! Don't you even listen to Wu's words?"

At this time, there was a scream of killing outside. As the leader, Hongyan must be responsible for the entire tribe, and there was no time for him to hesitate.

"Walk!"

Hongyan roared loudly, and then asked the warriors of the tribe to pull the ordinary warriors and young clansmen onto the back of the blue sheep.

As for the old soldiers and the sick and disabled, no one was willing to leave.

Some old blue sheep seemed to realize something, and they even stayed.

More than 300 blue sheep, with the warriors of the blue sheep tribe, retreated from a path behind the cave, and the line was very long.

When they left, the witch of the Blue Sheep Tribe stood up.

He held the long twisted horn in his left hand, a bone spear in his right, straightened his waist, and strode toward the cave entrance.

Those old blue sheep tribe warriors, as well as the sick blue sheep tribe warriors, took up simple weapons and followed in Wu's footsteps.

When the witch of the Blue Sheep Tribe walked outside the cave, the warriors of the Jackal Tribe had already rushed into the residential area of ​​the Blue Sheep Tribe and continued to charge upwards.

The shaman of the Blue Sheep Tribe shouted decisively, "Rolling Stone!"

The warriors of the Blue Sheep Tribe who stayed behind searched for big rocks and pushed them down the steep hillside.

"Boom!"

A large number of stone mountains rolled down the hillside, and many jackals along the way were too late to escape and were directly hit.

"Ugh..."

"what…"

The screams of the jackals and the warriors of the jackal tribe came one after another. Some unlucky jackals and warriors were smashed to death on the spot, and those who were not killed were also severely injured.

The other jackals avoided one after another, not daring to continue rushing up.

After all the big rocks were rolled, the leader of the Jackal Tribe said angrily, "Go up and kill them all!"

"Ouch..."

The alpha wolf howled again, and thousands of jackals continued to charge up.

Because there was no preparation in advance, after throwing those big stones, the people of the Yanyang tribe had no more big stones to throw.

The witch of the Blue Sheep Tribe looked around and said, "Old man, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"It's all old bones, what else is there to be afraid of!"

"That's right!"

The old warriors shouted fearlessly, as if they were back in their youth.

Even the old blue sheep stood up straighter, and there was a fierce light in their eyes.

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"Okay, since I'm not afraid, I will blow the sheep's horn for a while, and everyone will accompany me to charge for the last time to buy some time for the evacuation of the clan."

The witch of the Yanyang tribe stood in front of the cave, put the big horn to his mouth again, took a deep breath, and then blew it.

"Woooooooo..."

The desolate sheep horns echoed in the mountains, and the faces of those old soldiers became ruddy, and their hunched waists were straightened.

They climbed onto the back of the old blue sheep one after another, holding up their weapons, they even rushed down to face the countless jackal cavalry.

"What..."

"For Sheep God!"

"For the tribe!"

"Come on!"

The old soldiers roared, holding their weapons high, like moths to a flame, rushing towards the jackal cavalry all over the mountains and plains.

"boom!"

An old blue sheep, with an old warrior, knocked a jackal cavalry into the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, the jackal cavalry next to him rushed over immediately, countless weapons fell, and the old blue sheep and the old warrior fell in a pool of blood.

More old blue sheep and old warriors rushed down desperately. The fierce momentum frightened the jackal cavalry in front. Many jackals and old blue sheep collided head-on, and both sides came from the hillside. roll down.

However, these old blue sheep and old warriors are too few after all, and the damage caused to thousands of wolf cavalry is negligible.

When all the old blue sheep and the old warriors were dead, the jackal cavalry continued to climb up the mountain.

In front of the cave, the shaman of the Yanyang Tribe finished playing the last note, and then put down the horns.

At this time, the jackal cavalry was already rushing up.

The witch of the Blue Sheep Tribe also has an old blue sheep. He started raising it when he was middle-aged, and now he is almost as old as him.

The witch hung the sheep's horn on his waist, then stroked the wool on the back of the old blue sheep's neck, and said, "Old man, we are going to see the sheep god."

The old Yanyang rubbed his head affectionately at him, as if he understood what he said.

Wu took a bone spear and climbed onto the back of the old blue sheep.

At this time, the sun was about to set, and an orange-red sunlight shone on them.

Wu sorted out the fur coat, then raised his head, and finally glanced at the entire tribe.

The old blue sheep led Wu slowly towards the front, and started the final run when going down the slope.

"Goat God, here we come!"

Wu shouted, then holding the bone spear, he and the old blue sheep rushed towards the wolves frantically. After rushing through a **** path, they were drowned by countless wolf riders...

"Chase!"

With an order from the leader of the Jackal Tribe, all the jackal cavalry again chased in the direction where the people of the Blue Sheep Tribe were retreating.

Soon, the hillside was quiet again.

The old witch on the hillside fell in a pool of blood, and he didn't know how many wounds he had on his body. His eyes were still open, but at the last moment of his life, a smile appeared on his face.

Because, in the orange-red sunset, he saw a huge blue sheep, walking towards him step by step.

"Sheep...God..."

The old witch said the last two words, and then completely lost the luster in his eyes, and lay on this hillside forever with the corpses of other old warriors and old blue sheep.

The sun was setting little by little, and a large fiery cloud appeared on the horizon, as red as fire, and like hot blood...

…

On the mountain trail, Hongyan heard the faint screams of killing behind her, and the long horns of sheep, her eyes were red, and hot tears slipped uncontrollably.

He knew that Wu, and those old warriors, old blue sheep, and sick and disabled clansmen, none of them could survive.

He actually wanted to turn his head and take the warriors to fight those **** jackals.

But he can't.

Because he is the leader, he is responsible for the entire tribe and leads them to live as much as possible.

Therefore, he could only shout: "Hurry up!"

The clansmen of the blue sheep tribe are carried by many blue sheep and move fast on the rugged and steep mountain road.

Behind them, the cavalry of the Jackal Tribe was in hot pursuit, wanting to wipe out all the people and sheep of the Blue Sheep Tribe and turn them into food.

On this steep hillside, the advantages of the blue sheep are slowly revealed.

Although carrying people, the speed of these blue sheep is not slow. They are very flexible in running and jumping on various terrains, while those jackal cavalry walk in fear.

If the chase continues in this way, the jackal cavalry is likely to be lost, and the people of the Blue Sheep Tribe can use the responsible terrain to escape.

However, the Jackal tribe has a living totem god.

When the leader of the jackal tribe felt that it was difficult to catch up, he immediately stopped, raised his neck, and made a wolf howl-like sound.

"Ouch..."

At this time, in the residence of the Blue Sheep Tribe, many jackal tribesmen are frantically robbing all the materials that originally belonged to the Blue Sheep Tribe.

A huge jackal squatted in front of the cave where the old witch once lived, looking at this tribe coldly.

When it heard the howl from the leader of the jackal tribe, a fierce light flashed in its eyes.

"Whoosh!"

I saw it immediately got up and turned into a huge black shadow, like a gust of black wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the huge jackal appeared behind the people of the Blue Sheep Tribe, and immediately charged up.

The gigantic jackal caught up with the last blue sheep and took a bite.

The poor blue sheep and the two people on the back of the blue sheep were swallowed by the huge jackal without even a single scream.

"What..."

The other blue sheep were in chaos, and their instinctive madness ran forward, trying to escape.

But this huge jackal is too terrifying. It is the totem **** of the jackal tribe. Even if the sheep **** of the blue sheep tribe reappears, it may not be able to fight against it.

The huge jackal swallowed several blue sheep one after another, as well as the members of the blue sheep tribe, scaring the blue sheep to run around, completely disrupting the retreat of the blue sheep tribe.

Those jackal cavalry took the opportunity to catch up, they shouted "Wolf God" frantically, and then killed the team of the Yanyang tribe.

In the team of the Yanyang Tribe, the leader Hongyan saw this scene and felt extremely angry at the same time, but also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Hongyan gritted his teeth and said, "The warriors at the back stop these **** jackals with me, and the rest continue to run. The faster you run, the better."

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As a leader, at this time, if he doesn't want to surrender, he has no choice but to work hard.

"Yes!"

Hongyan roared and took the lead in fighting the wolf cavalry in front.

"puff!"

Hongyan's stone spear pierced the chest of a jackal tribal warrior fiercely, and the leader also suddenly picked it up with its sharp horns, sending the jackal in front of him flying.

After all, Hongyan is a four-color warrior. When he rode the leader and shot with all his strength, few of the wolf cavalry chasing after him could beat him.

The wolf cavalry and the blue sheep cavalry clashed fiercely.

Hongyan led the warriors and used his life to buy time for other clansmen to escape.

When Hongyan killed three jackal tribe warriors, he finally got his eye on the giant jackal.