Inside the cave of the Huangguo tribe, the leader of the Huangguo tribe was thinking about something with extremely complicated feelings, and he looked a little dazed.

He was dazed, but the other people in their tribe were not.

Huang Guo and others, who had been fed by the Qingque tribe's trading team not long ago, were now actively and skillfully helping to process the food brought out by Shang and Mao.

The cooperation with the trading team of the Qingque tribe was quite tacit.

Shang, Mao and the others were not stingy. The food they took out this time also included the prey they picked up on the road yesterday.

But it has been frozen hard and is not easy to handle.

After skinning, a female primitive from the Huangguo tribe took the hardest and sharpest stone axe in their tribe and chopped at the hard animal carcass.

The result was only a white mark and a shallow groove left on it.

She took the stone axe and struck hard a few more times, cutting the prey in half, but the stone axe also broke.

The woman looked at the broken stone axe, then at the food that was still uncut, and after thinking for a while, she decided to put the whole thing into the big vat to boil.

Shang, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, saw it and stopped him.

He took out a bronze axe that glowed golden in the flames from a leather bag with the word "LV" scratched on one side with charcoal.

The blade of the bronze axe is relatively thin and was well sharpened with a grindstone.

Shang took the hard prey from the woman's hand, found a piece of wood to put underneath it, raised the axe and brought it down again. With a flash of golden light, the skinned prey was cut into two pieces in the middle.

Shang took the front half, held it in one hand and pressed it on the thick wooden stick, and with the other hand he held the bronze axe and raised it up and down. With a "bang", the prey's bared head was chopped off.

The force used this time was quite strong, and the chopped-off, skinned head flew out.

It hit the leg of the leader of the Huangguo tribe who was standing not far away, and rolled on the ground for a while before stopping.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe, who was somewhat absent-minded, suddenly shook his body. He looked at the chopped-off skinless head, then looked at the bronze axe in Shang's hand, and felt his neck go cold.

This axe, which looks so beautiful, is actually so sharp?

The food that was broken by the hardest and sharpest stone axe of their tribe was actually easily cut by this beautiful axe?

The other people in the Huangguo tribe did not have such complicated feelings as he did. Someone from the Huangguo tribe ran over to pick up the head and threw it into a big vat that was emitting white steam without even rinsing it.

Then he returned to Shang and, along with the other people in the tribe, marveled at the sharpness of the axe with surprise and some fear.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe shifted his gaze with some difficulty from the bronze axe that was being held by Shang, flying up and down and easily chopping hard meat into pieces, and then fell on the bronze spear that almost everyone in the Qingque tribe's trading team had.

Except for Shang and a few others who were busy preparing food and placed the bronze spears at their feet, the rest of the Qingque tribe trading team held the bronze spears in their hands.

This was the effect of Han Cheng's repeated explanations to them.

As a person from later generations, Han Cheng was well aware of the wickedness and fickleness of human nature, so he repeatedly emphasized to the members of the Qingque tribe's trading team that when they were walking outside, especially when they came into contact with other tribes, they must never put down their weapons under any circumstances.

Even the most familiar, extremely kind and non-hostile tribe would not do.

Even if due to some special circumstances, weapons need to be put down, not all of them can be put down at this time. At least half of the people must have weapons in their hands.

The members of the trading team didn't pay much attention to this explanation at first. They all felt that the wise Son of God was being too cautious.

However, after Han Cheng cited the example of the Bone Tribe, the people in the trading team no longer thought that Han Cheng was being too cautious.

Especially in the trading team, those people who were originally from the Bone Tribe expressed their deep agreement with Han Cheng's words.

After all, before, the tribe they lived in was on good terms with the Qingque tribe, and the tribal leader and the rest of the people had never thought of attacking the Qingque tribe.

But later, by chance, they, who had never thought of this before, followed their leader, who had never thought of this before, and rushed towards the Qingque tribe...

Some sweat appeared on the forehead of the leader of the Huangguo tribe, and under the light of the fire, his whole head seemed to be shiny.

As sharp as the yellow axe, these strange yellow weapons should also be extremely sharp.

If such a weapon were to stab into the body...

The leader of the Huangguo tribe couldn't help but shudder, and looked into the water tank that was emitting white steam, wanting to see the ferocious beast head.

The food was cooked, a free lunch.

If it were in the past, the leader of the Huangguo tribe would have eaten with great joy, but now he feels that it does not taste very good.

"You don't have much food left, so leave with us and join our tribe to live..."

Looking at the leader of the Huangguo tribe who was eating food, Mao spoke up and pointed at the pitifully small amount of food in the Huangguo tribe.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe understood Mao's meaning, looked at the little food left in the tribe, then looked at the axe that Shang had put into the briefcase, and the bronze spears held by everyone in the Qingque tribe. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded heavily.

This scene surprised Mao and Shang, who were ready to persuade the tribe. According to their own ideas, even in such a situation, it would not be easy to ask the leader of a tribe to give up his residence and join another tribe with his people.

For this purpose, they had a thorough discussion on the way here.

However, the result was unexpected.

In fact, they were not the only ones who were surprised. Even the other people in the Huangguo tribe were surprised.

But they clearly remembered that not long ago, their leader rejected these people's proposal without even a second thought.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe, of course, would not tell everyone that he was frightened when Shang was chopping food with that golden weapon.

He would not even mention to anyone his recent intention to kill the people of this tribe and steal all their food.

The decreasing amount of food and the heart-wrenching cold that seemed to last forever made him increasingly worried and anxious.

And that sharp weapon, while chopping up the food, also chopped up his last bit of hope into pieces...

In this situation, what else could he do if he didn't join the Qingque tribe?

Moreover, the people of this tribe were indeed very kind. Even though they had strong men and weapons that were incredibly sharp, they never had any intention of using force against them. Instead, they gave them extremely precious food to eat.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe was sure that under the current circumstances, if the people of this tribe wanted to kill them or force them to leave with weapons, it would not take much effort...