I am a Primitive Man

The fourth leaders of the Flying Snake tribe sat on the ground in despair, their minds a chaotic mess.

How could this be possible?!

How could the shaman and the unicorn possibly die? With their strongest fighting force deployed, how could they possibly be defeated?

Though extremely unwilling to believe that this was true, the harsh reality forced him to bow his head.

Shortly after beating that man, another disheveled person returned.

This person was the second leader.

He could dismiss the other man's words, but he couldn't dismiss the words of the second leader.

After days of anticipation, the people of the Flying Snake tribe finally awaited the return of their warrior.

However, the delicious salt and precious pottery they had imagined would be brought back were nowhere to be seen.

Inside the cave, flames flickered and burned, casting an orange glow that dispelled the darkness and illuminated the faces of the people, all filled with disbelief and the unease that followed that disbelief.

The firelight, which used to bring warmth, now offered them no comfort.

The shocking news hit everyone like a blow to the head, leaving them all in a daze...

After a night passed, the Flying Snake tribe's fear did not dissipate in the slightest; on the contrary, as time passed, they only intensified.

Because on that day, an endless stream of disheveled people returned from the east to the tribe.

Each disheveled person’s return brought even more panic to those already frightened, unsettling everyone.

After eating food and resting for a night, the second leader of the Flying Snake tribe, whose condition had improved significantly, could no longer tolerate the atmosphere.

Before noon, he proposed to leave the cave with the tribe and their food, heading somewhere else.

He feared that the terrifying tribe would take the opportunity to pursue them from behind and attack their tribe.

Some supported his suggestion, while others opposed it, with the strongest opposition coming from the fourth leader of the Flying Snake tribe.

The main argument was that although the shaman and the third leader had died, the great leader had not been confirmed dead, so they should wait for the great leader to return and decide.

Otherwise, what would happen if they left and the great leader returned only to find no one there?

In the Flying Snake tribe, the shaman held the most prestige, followed by the great leader.

The great leader's authority surpassed the other leaders by a significant margin.

So when the fourth leader presented this reasoning, even the second leader, who was most anxious to leave, had to suppress his urgency and anxiety, enduring a torturous wait.

The divisions within the Flying Snake tribe were temporarily suppressed.

The next outbreak of this division occurred on the third day after the second leader returned to the tribe, which was also the day when the elder brother and the others approached the Flying Snake tribe.

Another exhausted member of the Flying Snake tribe returned, bringing news that that terrifying tribe had captured the great leader.

Once this news spread, the tenuous balance that had been barely maintained shattered completely.

The second leader shouted that they should immediately leave with the people and their stored food to avoid being killed by the terrifying tribe.

If this had been in the past, under such circumstances, the fourth leader would have immediately agreed with the second leader's approach and left with him and the others.

But now, everything was different. After leading those who stayed behind in the tribe for a while, he experienced feelings he had never felt before.

He wouldn't dare entertain such thoughts if the shaman or the great leader were alive.

But the current situation was that one was dead, and the other was captured.

This caused those thoughts of his to snowball.

Those who followed the second leader would still have to be managed by him, which made it difficult for him to accept after having experienced that wonderful feeling.

So, he boldly expressed the view that the terrifying tribe would not come, directly opposing the second leader.

Within the tribe, some were willing to leave, and those who were not, each side supporting their respective leader, led to a heated argument.

“...aa￥!”

“...aa!”

In the cave of the Flying Snake tribe, which appeared much more spacious yet lively than before, the two leaders of the Flying Snake tribe were engaged in a fierce argument.

The others had split into two factions, arguing vehemently.

At first, their argument was not so intense, but after realizing they could not persuade each other, the second leader prepared to leave with his people.

Naturally, when he left, he couldn’t just take people; he also needed food.

As soon as food was involved, the conflict escalated immediately.

The second leader of the Flying Snake tribe felt that since he was taking more people, he should naturally take more of the food.

Such a thing was unacceptable to the fourth leader.

He insisted that this was the tribe's foundation and that, just like before, most of the food should be stored in this tribe. If the second leader left with his people, he could only take a small amount of food.

In many families in later generations, when it comes to matters involving property division, even brothers can fight each other fiercely, let alone in this era, especially with two leaders who were not easygoing.

Such arguments quickly escalated into a fight.

The second leader of the Flying Snake tribe, along with those determined to leave, were cowardly against the Green Sparrow tribe but were merciless against their kin. After all, they knew their fellow tribesmen very well.

Moreover, fueled by fear and the fact that they were fighting over food, a matter of life and death, it didn’t take long before someone’s eyes turned red with rage.

Finding weapons, they began to stab at their opponents...n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Screams, glaring blood, and the smell of blood permeated the air; instead of causing them to stop, it only further stimulated their aggression.

More and more people sought weapons, their eyes bloodshot as they joined the fray.

At first, they fought in two groups, but it wasn’t long before the battle became chaotic, with no regard for whether they were friend or foe. As long as someone was nearby, they would strike with their weapons mercilessly.

The people in the cave seemed to be caught in a frenzy.

The immediate cause of their madness was the unequal distribution of food, but the underlying reason was the long-suppressed life within the Flying Snake tribe.

When the Flying Snake tribe was strong enough, with the shaman or the great leader alive to maintain order, they could suppress all of this.

But now, they were both gone, and the Flying Snake tribe had suffered a heavy blow. In such a situation, the long-repressed people could easily fall into madness.

The state of the people in the Flying Snake tribe at this moment was similar to the camp howling of ancient armies.

When soldiers endure immense pressure while fighting for a long time, their mental state becomes increasingly strained.

A camp howl is likely to occur once that strain reaches a certain point.

The so-called camp howl refers to soldiers in the barracks acting as if they’ve gone mad, shouting and running around. More people would pick up weapons and fight recklessly, and once a camp howl occurs, it becomes a disaster for the army.

The triggers for a camp howl are often quite simple, such as someone shouting.

Even a loud fart at night could potentially cause a camp howl.