This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 92 - 84: The Wrath of Revenge

The Mosquito Tribe warriors lingered irritably by the river for a long time, even venting their frustration by shooting arrows across the river.

However, the Vine Tribe had hidden themselves well after crossing the river, and not a single arrow hit its mark.

"Let’s go, take everything from this damned tribe, and burn down their houses!"

The furious Hua Wen stormed back to the Vine Tribe’s bamboo houses with his men, only to find them empty; even the pottery cauldrons and bowls were hidden away, leaving only some miscellaneous items.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

Hua Wen punched the bamboo house’s wall, breaking through it, causing the house to shake.

"Burn, burn all these houses down!"

Infuriated, Hua Wen stomped his feet in anger, never feeling so humiliated as he did today.

Soon, the disgruntled Mosquito Tribe warriors started using flames from the fire pit to ignite all the Vine Tribe’s houses.

Watching the soaring flames, Hua Wen finally felt a bit relieved; he wanted those Vine Tribe people to be homeless.

"Chief, we’ve found something good."

At that moment, a Mosquito Tribe warrior excitedly ran up to Hua Wen.

"What good thing?"

"Huge, beautiful pottery, over by their altar."

"Let’s go, take me to see it."

Although burning houses vented some anger, if they returned empty-handed after losing so many bird-beaked mosquitoes, Hua Wen wouldn’t be able to explain to the tribe.

Therefore, hearing about good things filled him with excitement, and he immediately led his men toward the Vine Tribe’s altar.

As they passed through the bamboo grove and arrived in front of the Vine Tribe’s altar, they saw a towering altar and three large pottery cauldrons engraved with patterns of flowers, birds, insects, and fish.

Hua Wen’s eyes lit up immediately upon seeing the three pottery cauldrons: "These are indeed good things!"

A warrior beside him said, "Didn’t expect such a small tribe to have such a large altar and pottery."

Hua Wen sneered, "Now, these three large potteries are ours, take them away!"

At Hua Wen’s command, the Mosquito Tribe warriors, long unable to hold back, immediately climbed onto the altar and carried down the three large pottery cauldrons.

Looking at the exquisite pottery cauldrons, the Mosquito Tribe people were overjoyed; bringing these back to the tribe was a great achievement.

No, it was three great achievements!

Hua Wen then looked at the eight totem poles beside the altar, saying: "Cut down these poles for me!"

"Yes!"

A group of Mosquito Tribe warriors immediately rushed over, wielding stone knives and stone axes, knocking over the eight thick totem poles and mutilating them.

Hua Wen still felt unsatisfied, so he hacked at the tall altar dozens of times, defacing the Vine Tribe’s totem patterns.

Finally, his gaze settled on the gigantic ancient vine entwining the Stone Mountain.

"This giant vine should be the guardian god of their tribe. Go, cut down the vine, let them taste despair!"

If it were a fearsome beast totem god, Hua Wen would have fled as far as possible, but this was just a vine, and despite their destruction here, the ancient vine remained motionless.

Therefore, Hua Wen surmised that the ancient vine was merely large, without any magical powers.

For this reason, malice rose in his heart, wanting to cut the ancient vine to make the Vine Tribe people lose their faith and taste despair.

"Snap!"

However, when the first Mosquito Tribe warrior swung his stone axe fiercely at the ancient vine, he felt like he was chopping a giant stone rather than a vine.

The ancient vine’s bark remained unscathed, while the force of the rebound numbed his arm.

"Didn’t you eat? Let me do it!"

Hua Wen pushed the warrior aside, wielding his stone axe with the terrifying power of the Three-Color Warrior, and swung it fiercely at the ancient vine.

"Crack..."

The handle of the stone axe broke directly, and a small piece of the axe head chipped off, while the ancient vine remained unmoved.

Moreover, Hua Wen sensed a fearsome aura awakening, making him finally afraid.

Hua Wen raised his head to glance at the colossal ancient vine, feeling a tremor run through his body, his scalp tingling.

"Forget it, let’s leave it, they’ve gotten off lightly."

Hua Wen threw out a remark and then left with the Mosquito Tribe warriors, carrying away the three large pottery cauldrons, lacking the courage to look back even once.

After Hua Wen and his men departed, the fearsome aura subsided again, and the ancient vine bathed in sunlight gently swayed its tender branches in the breeze.

Across the Feiyu River, Jiang Xuan and others hid in the forest, constantly observing the changes on the other side of the tribe.

When they saw the towering flames, they knew the frenzied Mosquito Tribe warriors had burned down their home.

A surge of fury brewed in everyone’s hearts, their expressions darkened.

Nan Xing sat beside Jiang Xuan, asked, "Chief, when can we go back?"

Jiang Xuan replied, "The Mosquito Tribe people are cunning; we’ll stay here for a few days, ensuring it’s safe before returning."

Hearing Jiang Xuan’s words, everyone felt even worse.

A Wanderer quietly said, "Finally having a house, a home, where there was something to eat every day, and in the blink of an eye, it’s all gone."

"I... I hid some stuff in the corner of the house, it must be burned now."

"What will we do now..."

A female Wanderer, holding a child, began to sob quietly.

Soon, more people looked at the soaring flames across the river, started crying, and the cries grew louder.

Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao felt as though a heavy stone weighed on their hearts, feeling extremely uncomfortable as they watched.

"Stop crying!"

Jiang Xuan finally stood up, shouted forcefully, stopping the cries and drawing everyone’s attention to him.

Jiang Xuan looked at the tear-streaked faces and softened, his tone becoming gentler.

"The houses are gone, we can rebuild; the belongings gone, we can remake them. As long as we’re still here, the tribe remains, and soon we’ll regain what we lost!"

"Moreover, we have the Vine God; when the Vine God breaks through successfully, our tribe will become even stronger!"

Jiang Xuan looked at each face, speaking deliberately: "I promise you, once the tribe becomes strong, we will surely make the Mosquito Tribe repay today’s humiliation in double!"

Jiang Xuan’s words finally pulled everyone’s mood out of the depths, their fists clenched tightly, eyes blazing with the flames of revenge.

Chi Shao also promptly stepped forward, saying, "The chief is right, once the Vine God breaks through, it will lead us to greatness, and then, we will definitely seek revenge on the Mosquito Tribe!"

A warrior, overwhelmed with emotion, stood up and shouted excitedly: "Revenge!"

Soon, more and more people stood up, chanting the same words:

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

...

Once everyone’s emotions stabilized, Jiang Xuan immediately led them in chopping trees and gathering vines to rebuild simple houses.

It was the rainy summer season, and without houses, everyone would be soaked.

Fueled by the thought of revenge and the belief in the tribe’s potential strength, everyone worked with great diligence, even more efficiently than usual.

After building houses, Jiang Xuan arranged for some people to gather various wild vegetables and food, and others to hunt, ensuring everyone’s food needs.

The forest on the opposite side was vast, and had almost no inhabitants, ensuring no shortage of edible food or prey.

Moreover, with Jiang Xuan and others possessing considerable strength, food was not much of a concern.

Following the initial trough and chaos, gradually, everything began to fall into order.