The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 402
In the mountain forest, the spider tribe hunting team easily hunted down a group of wild boars.

At this moment, the sky began to rain heavily.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The dark sky illuminated by thick lightning strikes in an unknown place, and the sound of rolling thunder makes people feel a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hide out of the rain first!"

It is very common to encounter heavy rain during hunting, so the hunting team of the Spider Tribe did not panic.

They found a few thick trees, and built temporary shelters with branches and animal skins under the trees, hiding in them from the rain.

At this time, there is no saying that you cannot take shelter under a big tree, because you are in a mountain forest and there are big trees everywhere.

Unless it is a particularly tall and unique tree, ordinary trees will not cause lightning strikes.

"Take a count of the number of people, are they all there?"

Black Spider, the hunting leader of the Spider Tribe, wiped the animal blood off the bone knife and stood under the temporary shelter.

Counting the number of people is something that the hunting team must do three times a day, because when hunting, they often encounter various dangers and loss of manpower is a common occurrence.

When you find a few people, you must look for them. If the missing person is not dead, you can still be rescued.

After all, it is not easy for the tribe to train a totem warrior.

"one two Three……"

After the soldiers in charge of counting counted one by one, they finally found that there were two missing.

"Captain, two people have not arrived."

"Which two? Everyone, look at the people around you!"

Black Spider was very dissatisfied. Today it was just hunting wild boars, not dangerous beasts, and there were actually fewer people.

Soon, someone stood up and said, "Captain, those two went after the injured wild boar, but they haven't come back yet."

Black Spider frowned, and said: "It's just a wild boar, it should come back logically, did something happen?"

"Boom!"

At this time, the thunder in the sky became louder, and in the sky, there was a heavy downpour, which made people unable to open their eyes. Even those giant spiders climbed onto the trees, huddled together, unwilling to move around .

"Maybe I'm looking for a place to hide from the rain. If the rain stops and I don't come back later, I'll look for it again."

It was raining heavily, and Black Spider didn't let his soldiers go out to look for it in the rain.

Therefore, it is summer at this time, and in the Southern Wilderness, the jungle is very dangerous when it rains. Not only all kinds of terrible poisonous insects crawl out, but also some fierce beasts that are not afraid of water will take the opportunity to hunt.

In this way, they have been waiting in the temporary shelter, however, the heavy rain did not stop for a long time.

……

In a cave far away from the hunting team of the Spider tribe, the warriors of the Mang tribe washed and stripped the wild boar, set up a fire in the cave, skewered the meat of the wild boar with wooden sticks, and roasted it.

This wild boar had already been stabbed to death by the warriors of the spider tribe, and it would be a waste to stay there, so they dragged it to this cave to serve as food.

They still burn charcoal, which is easy to ignite, light, easy to carry, and does not emit thick smoke.

This is something that intelligence teams often bring. After all, they often need to hide their whereabouts, but it’s not so good to eat dried meat all the time. A good thing like charcoal can solve the problem of using fire.

"Captain, take out your precious spice and sprinkle it on me."

An intelligence team member rubbed his hands and asked Xi to take out the seasoning.

"What's the hurry, I can't do without you."

Xi smiled and cursed, and took out the seasonings that he carried with him. These seasonings were made by the leader himself, and they were very fragrant.

Xi sprinkled a little seasoning on the meat skewers, and then put them away carefully, wrapping them with animal skin twice to prevent them from getting wet.

After a while, after the wild boar was grilled over charcoal fire, the rich meaty aroma permeated the air, and the smell of spices was also very strong.

"It's just this kind of heavy rain, the smell can't spread very far, so you can sprinkle spices. If it's normal, you should never use spices to barbecue. It's better to grow some non-toxic leaves, wrap the meat, and bury it in the charcoal fire Simmer."

"In this way, the smell will be lighter and it will not be easy to detect."

"Do you remember it all?"

Xi's face was very serious. This kind of detail is very important. If it is not done properly, it may cost his life.

"remember."

Everyone nodded, no one wanted to make fun of their own lives, and they wanted to return to the Mang Tribe to enjoy the blessings in the future.

The leader said that if they are injured, old, or unable to take on this role, they can go back to the Mang tribe and find a leisurely job, and the tribe will take care of them for the elderly.

This is an advantage they have never heard of in other tribes.

All the food, clothing, weapons and other things of the intelligence team are also the best of the Mang tribe, so they are willing to work hard for the tribe.

"Eat meat!"

Seeing that the meat was almost roasted, Xi greeted him, and the atmosphere became relaxed again. Everyone chewed the barbecue and praised the seasoning that Xi brought.

"It's a pity, I didn't drag those two big spiders here, those kind of big spiders, the spider legs are delicious when roasted!"

The people here have killed the spider tribe's fighters not once or twice. After roasting the spider legs of a big spider by chance, they found that it was a delicacy in the world.

Xi said angrily: "We can be content with wild boars. Now we are facing the hunting team of the spider tribe. If their spiders are roasted, they will go crazy. I don't want to face a group of lunatics."

In the spider tribe, the status of the battle pet spiders is very high, no less than that of soldiers. Roasting their big spiders is equivalent to roasting soldiers to eat, and the consequences are very serious.

There are only a few people in the intelligence team, and if the spider tribe hunting team is desperate to find them, they will definitely face great danger.

"I'm just saying..."

The soldier who proposed the roasted spider legs touched his nose and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Everyone eat quickly, and hide in another place after eating. When the rain is less, people from the Spider Tribe will definitely come over."

Everyone accelerated the speed of eating barbecue, and when the rain became lighter, they poured out the unburned charcoal fire with water, and then took away the remaining charcoal.

There were only a few ashes left in the cave, and a wild boar that had been eaten to the bone, but nothing remained.

……

The rain gradually became lighter. In the shelter of the spider tribe, the black spider got impatient and sent people back to look for it.

Soon, the bad news reached the ears of the black spider.

"Captain, those two soldiers are dead, they were shot with bows and arrows."

"What? Take me to see."

The black spider was furious, and the spider tribe was considered the overlord. Who was so reckless and dared to shoot and kill the warriors of the spider tribe?

When he walked to the position of the two soldiers and the corpse of the big spider, the corpse had already attracted many scavengers.

Fortunately, it was raining. If it was sunny, the corpse would have been gnawed beyond recognition after such a long time.

With a gloomy face, the black spider pulled out a feathered arrow from the corpse. The arrow was polished by dark green stone and was very sharp.

On the arrow, there is also an ant engraved.

"Ant tribe!"

The black spider gritted its teeth and said these three words. They have been dealing with the ant tribe for more than a day or two. This feather arrow is made in the style of the ant tribe, not to mention that there is an ant on the arrow.

"Captain, what should we do?" A soldier next to him asked.

Black Spider weighed the pros and cons carefully with a gloomy face, and said: "Ant tribes who dare to kill us must have prepared a backhand. This revenge must be avenged, but first go back and ask the leader and the witch for instructions."

This matter is likely to cause fierce conflicts between the two big tribes, and the consequences are not something Black Spider can bear. Therefore, he wisely handed over the decision-making power to the leader of the tribe and the witch.

"Take the corpse, let's go back!"

After such a thing happened, the hunting could no longer continue. Who knows how many people the ant tribe ambushed?
Therefore, the hunting team of the Spider Tribe can only bring the prey that has already been hunted, as well as the corpses of their companions, and return to the Spider Tribe temporarily.

From beginning to end, the Mang tribe's intelligence team seemed to be invisible. They didn't let them find any flaws, but they managed to provoke a gap between the two big tribes.

(End of this chapter)