This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 104 - 91: The Great Battle Begins

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Above the Vine Tribe, a large swarm of bird-beaked mosquitoes approached, dark and ominous.

"The Mosquito Tribe is coming!"

The warriors responsible for guarding the tribe shouted, and the entire Vine Tribe was thrown into chaos.

"Hurry back to the tribe!"

In the fields, Gan Song wielded a bone hoe and shouted loudly.

The wanderers laboring quickly ran back, panic-stricken and stumbling.

Those responsible for fishing, breeding, and doing various tasks all ran towards the bamboo houses.

They knew that as long as they entered the bamboo houses, they could access the tunnels leading to the altar and seek protection from the Vine God.

In the bamboo houses, Jiang Xuan grabbed a bone spear and charged out. When he saw the bird-beaked mosquitoes in the sky, his expression changed dramatically.

"Damn Mosquito Tribe, they’re persistently haunting us!"

Jiang Xuan immediately commanded everyone to retreat to the bamboo houses and enter the tunnels to hide.

"They’ve indeed returned..."

Elsewhere, Hua Wen saw the people of the Vine Tribe returning, and he was thrilled, his eyes shimmering with cruel, bloodthirsty light.

Hua Wen brandished a bone knife and shouted, "Attack, all of you! Kill all the men and capture all the women!"

"Woo woo woo..."

Over a hundred tribal warriors from the Mosquito Tribe uttered strange cries as they quickly ran towards the bamboo houses of the Vine Tribe.

More than thirty wanderers ran back from the river, but they couldn’t reach the bamboo houses in time. Seeing the warriors from the Mosquito Tribe nearing, their faces turned ashen.

Leading these wanderers was Jing Jie, who was responsible for taking them to fish by the river.

"What should we do? If we go, we’ll be killed."

"Should we escape instead?"

...

The wanderers dared not run further; they were quite far from the bamboo houses, and turning to escape seemed much easier than returning.

Jing Jie resolutely said, "No way, if we flee now, we’ll never be able to join the Vine Tribe!"

Jing Jie understood very well that almost all tribes despised cowards who abandoned battles, for such people displayed no loyalty and were unreliable.

"But we can’t just go to our deaths, can we?" one wanderer questioned.

Jing Jie furrowed his brow, various thoughts flashed in his mind, and finally, he looked towards the bamboo rafts by the river and said, "Retreat to the river and push the rafts into the water. If the Mosquito Tribe approaches, cross the river."

The wanderers nodded, then turned to run toward the riverbank.

However, Jing Jie stood firm with his Chi Mu Wolf Fang Club and did not follow them.

A wanderer familiar with Jing Jie turned to shout, "Hurry up!"

Jing Jie shook his head, saying, "I’m a warrior. When the tribe needs me, I can’t run."

"You all head to the river; I’m going to fight!"

Having said that, Jing Jie grasped his Wolf Fang Club and charged toward the bamboo houses, eyes set with determination, without turning back.

The wanderers bit their lips and eventually dared not follow Jing Jie.

Jing Jie was a warrior, they were not. Charging forward meant death, so preserving their lives was crucial.

Following Jing Jie’s instructions, the wanderers pushed the bamboo rafts into the water, climbed aboard, and used bamboo poles to anchor them in the mud, waiting to see the situation at the Vine Tribe.

If the Mosquito Tribe members advanced, they would cross the river without hesitation.

Within the Vine Tribe, the fastest Mosquito Tribe warriors arrived near the bamboo houses, colliding with Jiang Xuan, who was assisting the tribespeople.

Jiang Xuan was prepared to rush up and spear the warrior to death.

Just then, accompanied by a "whoosh," an arrow flew through the air and pierced the chest of the Mosquito Tribe warrior.

The Mosquito Tribe warrior stared, stunned, at the arrow embedded in his chest, then collapsed heavily.

Jiang Xuan turned to look and saw Shi Qiu had already drawn a second arrow, lined it along the bowstring, his face slightly tense but his hand steady.

"Good shot!"

Jiang Xuan praised him, then used his bone spear to finish off the Mosquito Tribe warrior.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

A large swarm of bird-beaked mosquitoes charged over, maliciously attacking Jiang Xuan and the others.

"Kill these mosquitoes!"

Jiang Xuan shouted fiercely, then swung his bone spear to thrash and stab, desperately slaughtering the bird-beaked mosquitoes.

Gou Teng, Nan Xing, and some Vine Tribe warriors also joined the fray, battling a large swarm of bird-beaked mosquitoes and the subsequent Mosquito Tribe warriors.

From the depths of the bamboo forest, Chi Shao heard the commotion and rushed out with his weapon, fighting alongside Jiang Xuan and others.

"Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t panic overall."

Beside the bamboo houses, Shi Qiu forced himself into complete calmness, climbed rapidly onto a large tree to occupy a advantageous position, then nocked and drew his bow, aiming at the most threatening Mosquito Tribe warriors.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Shi Qiu’s shooting speed was swift, with each arrow causing injury among the Mosquito Tribe. His archery skills bordered on fearsome.

Yet, the Mosquito Tribe’s bird-beaked mosquitoes and warriors were numerous. Soon, several Vine Tribe warriors were injured. Without Shi Qiu’s divine archery support, some warriors might have perished.

"Vine God, save us!"

Chi Shao, after slaying an oncoming bird-beaked mosquito with a slash, turned and screamed towards Stone Mountain.

Without the intervention of the Divine Vine, they couldn’t hold out with so few people. Soon, they would be slaughtered by the Mosquito Tribe.

Especially since Hua Wen had arrived, being a Three-Color Warrior. If he joined the battle, no one could likely stop him.

"Buzz!"

On Stone Mountain, the Divine Vine erupted in intense green light, with fearsome vines floating up and rapidly growing.

In fact, the Divine Vine wasn’t unaware of the Mosquito Tribe’s arrival nor did it wait for cries for help before acting.

After breakthrough, the Divine Vine faced tribulation by thunder, which it survived. It was weakened, remaining semi-sleeping to gradually recover.

Now, sensing the Vine Tribe in crisis, it fully awoke!

"Snap snap snap!"

Dozens of green vines extended from Stone Mountain, wildly whipping the bird-beaked mosquitoes. Each vine acted like a whip, creating sonic booms.

Each strike sent a bird-beaked mosquito flying or exploding, a terrifying scene that terrified the attacking Mosquito Tribe warriors.

"Wha... what is this?"

"What is that?"

Hua Wen, who was charging forward, stopped abruptly upon witnessing this, his face pale as he looked at the massive Ancient Vine on Stone Mountain and remarked, "The guardian god of the Vine Tribe is alive."

He recalled how he had tried to chop the giant vine with a stone axe, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Unlike the shock at the Mosquito Tribe’s side, the Vine Tribe warriors erupted in cheers upon witnessing the Divine Vine’s intervention.

"Vine God will protect us!"

"Charge!"

"Kill all these damned mosquitoes!"

A dozen warriors filled with fervor fearlessly charged toward the more numerous Mosquito Tribe.

Jing Jie was among these warriors, covered in blood and wounded in several places, but he didn’t care. He knew he had made the right choice!

"Swish swish swish..."

Simultaneously, innumerable roots quietly emerged from the ground. As the Mosquito Tribe warriors looked up at the vines in the air, the roots quietly wrapped around their feet and continued to entwine their bodies.

When they realized something was wrong, it was too late to escape.

"What is this, ah..."

A Mosquito Tribe warrior let out a shrill scream, struggling madly but to no avail.

For the roots had already penetrated his body, quickly extracting his flesh and blood essence.

Soon, more screams echoed, even the advancing Jiang Xuan and others halted, their scalps tingling with fear.