The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 269

Central, butterfly tribe.

"Witch, leader, the Mang tribe asked us to become their subordinate tribe after we migrated to the Southern Wilderness."

The leader of the Butterfly Tribe frowned and said, "Becoming their affiliated tribe, the Mang Tribe has almost offended all the big tribes. What will we do when we fight? We, the Butterfly Tribe, can't stand it."

The Wu of the Butterfly Tribe looked much calmer, he hardly thought too much, and said: "Promise them."

"What? Promise them, this...is this a bit..."

The leader couldn't understand how Wu could make such a decision.

The butterfly tribe witch explained: "The Mang tribe seems to have given us a choice, but in fact we have no choice at all."

The leader is not stupid, it's just that he couldn't accept it for a while. After calming down and thinking about it, he soon discovered the key to the problem.

"The witch is saying that if we migrated to the Southern Wilderness, if we don't become a subordinate tribe of the Mang tribe, we can't survive?"

Wu nodded and said: "If a small tribe like ours does not rely on the big tribe and goes to the strange and dangerous southern wilderness, it will not be long before they will be wiped out."

"That's why we have to pay a great price to ask the Mang tribe to protect our migration."

"We, apart from the Mang tribe, have no choice."

All the people present were silent, which is the tragedy of the small tribe.

Just like before, people from the Bee Tribe can go to the Butterfly Tribe to plunder at will, even eating and looting, and the giant butterfly larvae have become their food.

On this continent, there are countless small tribes, and the establishment and destruction are often staged. Those who can survive all have certain capital.

In a sense, the reason why the butterfly tribe can survive until today is also because the bee tribe uses them as supply stations.

Other tribes did not dare to provoke the Bee tribe, so naturally they did not dare to attack the Butterfly tribe.

However, if the bee tribe continues to plunder like this, it will only be a matter of time before the butterfly tribe dies. This is a slow death.

Perhaps, becoming a subordinate tribe of the Mang tribe is an opportunity for the Butterfly tribe, a real chance to survive.

After a long time, the leader comforted himself and said, "Fortunately Wu had the foresight to keep the twin sisters with the leader of the Mang Tribe. With them, the Mang Tribe will treat our Butterfly Tribe better."

A smug smile appeared on Wu's face, no man could refuse a beautiful woman, let alone a young man like Chen Bei.

They would never have thought that Chen Bei did take the twins in, but sent them to plant herbs in a blink of an eye.

If they knew this was the result, they probably wouldn't be able to laugh.

Three days later, the giant butterfly of the Butterfly Tribe flew to the Mang Tribe again, gave them many gifts, and officially agreed to become a subsidiary tribe of the Mang Tribe.

Chenbei warmly received them, and then sent the fastest flamingo team, led by Honghua, to the Butterfly Tribe to escort the Butterfly Tribe to migrate.

Chen Bei thought about it, but it wasn't safe, so he sent out the second hunting team. Shan Wen personally led the team and rushed towards the butterfly tribe.

Central, butterfly tribe.

Everyone was packing up quickly. Because the Butterfly Tribe was too poor, they wanted to move everything away, even the heavy ones like stone jars and basins were unwilling to give up.

Others are digging up the seedlings of those giant flowers. They hope to find a suitable place to settle down after arriving in the Southern Wilderness, and then plant these seedlings to rebuild a sea of ​​giant flowers.

"Wow!"

The flamingoes from the Mang tribe arrived. Thirty or so flamingos hovered in the air. Their huge size and fiery red feathers looked like balls of flames burning.

Afterwards, the flamingos landed quickly, one after another, scaring the members of the Butterfly Tribe to run away.

"My God, is this the flying battle pet of the Mang tribe? It's so big, much bigger than the giant bee of the Bee tribe and the flying ants of the Ant tribe, it looks very fierce."

"Yeah, it's too fierce, they won't want to eat our chrysalis too?"

……

The members of the Butterfly Tribe stood watching from a distance, discussing in low voices. Their impression of the Mang Tribe was still barbaric and cruel, because when Chen Bei entered the central region for the first time, he attacked the Bee Tribe too harshly.

"What nonsense! From now on, when you see the members of the Mang tribe, respect them a little, understand? Stop talking nonsense here, and don't cause trouble for the Die tribe!"

The leader of the Butterfly Tribe appeared with a dark face. Although it was his first time seeing these flamingos, he didn't want to act like he had never seen the world.

In fact, he was also thinking in his heart, wouldn't the Mang Tribe be like the Bee Tribe, playing tricks on those chrysalis?
It should... no... The leader of the Butterfly Tribe couldn't be sure, so he could only pray with a bitter face that the people and war pets of the Mang Tribe didn't like Chrysalis.

After the flamingo landed, Honghua led the soldiers of the flamingo team into the Butterfly Tribe, and the leader of the Butterfly Tribe hurried up to greet them with a smile.

"The warriors of the Mang tribe have worked hard, let's go inside and have a rest."

Honghua waved her hand and refused: "No need, we are here to escort you to migrate, I hope you can hurry up, if the big tribes in the central region get the news and rush to stop it, then it will be troublesome."

When Hong Hua said this, the face of the leader of the Butterfly Tribe also changed color. He couldn't care less about politeness, and hurriedly said, "I'll go and urge them right away."

Butterfly Tribe cleaned up faster, and there were some things that were really hard to take away, so they had to reluctantly discard them.

Half a day later, the Butterfly Tribe finally packed up and started preparing to move south.

"Crackling..."

The shamans of the Butterfly Tribe, dressed in colorful costumes like butterfly wings, face the earthen altar and recite ancient spells to invite the totem god to leave.

There is a huge plant on the altar, with a huge flower blooming on the top, and above the flower is a giant butterfly full of seven colors of glory.

At this moment, as the Butterfly Tribal Witch recited the incantation, the huge butterfly poked its mouthparts into the flower, quickly sucking the nectar.

After sucking the nectar, it sucked up the juice of the entire giant flower, and the giant flower went limp.

And this giant butterfly got enough energy to replenish, and the seven-color light on its body became even brighter. It flapped its wings lightly, and flew over the people of the Butterfly Tribe.

"set off!"

The witch bowed again to the huge butterfly, then got up and shouted, the tribe of the butterfly tribe brought their children, pots and pans, and all kinds of sundries, and under the protection of the giant butterfly, they started to set foot on the south. The journey of relocation.

"Wow!"

The flamingoes of the Mang tribe took off again, flying around the giant butterfly from a distance, and at the same time warned all the tribes on the road not to take this route.

There was a lot of movement about the southward movement of the Butterfly Tribe, and the surrounding small tribes were shocked, and some people from the big tribes also saw it, and the news spread quickly.

However, when the people of the Great Tribe got the news, the people of the Butterfly Tribe had already entered the Southern Wilderness, and even if they wanted to stop it, it was too late.

After entering the southern wilderness, the second hunting team of the Mang tribe also arrived. Shan Wen rode a strong rhino and led the soldiers of the Mang tribe to clear the way for the Butterfly tribe.

Along the way, no matter whether it was the beasts in the mountains or the hunting teams of other tribes, they all avoided and no one dared to stop them.

The Butterfly Tribe reached the vicinity of the Mang Tribe smoothly all the way. All the dangers they expected along the way did not appear, and it went smoothly like a dream.

(End of this chapter)