The leader of the Blackrock Tribe squatted down, picked up a bone that was not completely burnt from the ashes at the entrance of the cave, and looked at it carefully.

In addition to these in his hands, there were many more bones in the ashes.

These bones were not unfamiliar to the leader of the Black Rock tribe, who had eaten many people in the recent winter.

And this is exactly what made him angry.

If the people of this tribe did not want to pay food to their own tribe, but did not dare to resist their own tribe, and chose to move to other places, it would make him feel better at least.

And now, it seems that this tribe has been attacked by other tribes!

Because no tribe would choose to kill and burn some of its people when preparing to migrate. Even the weakest people would not be treated like this.

Because these weak people can be of great use during migration when food is severely scarce.

This tribe, which was conquered by them not long ago, was attacked by other tribes!

Some people in the tribe were killed, and some were taken away.

This was a tribe that surrendered to them, but now it was being treated like this by the other tribes. After possessing meteorites as weapons, it would be strange if the leader of the increasingly inflated Black Rock tribe was not angry.

But after his anger, he became silent again.

Because he was wondering why that tribe, which lived somewhere unknown, came to attack this tribe.

Lack of food?

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe shook his head.

Now is not the time when food is scarce, and judging from the fact that this tribe burned all the people they killed, it can be seen that the other tribe did not attack this tribe for food.

But, if not for food then what was it for?

Wouldn't it consume more food for the tribe if we brought back a group of people like this?

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe really couldn't understand the relationship between them.

"#￥%fgh!"

When the leader of the Blackrock Tribe fell silent, a member of the Blackrock Tribe came over with something he had picked up from the surrounding grass.

This is a feather arrow lost in the grass by the tribe led by Tree Bark.

Reaching out to take this seemingly strange weapon, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe appeared curious and somewhat puzzled.

For him, who always advocates big and bulky things, such a small weapon is really not worth his attention.

How much damage can such a small weapon cause to a person?

Imagine holding such a thin and short weapon in your hand and stabbing it into your prey or using it in a fight. The leader of the Blackrock Tribe couldn't help but grin.

If anyone from any tribe attacked their tribe with such weapons, he would definitely teach them a lesson with the Black Stone weapons.

Before they could get close, they were stabbed to death by themselves with much thicker and longer black stone weapons.

The leader of the Black Rock Tribe thought about it for a while, and his attention finally fell on the feathers at the tail of the arrow.

He reached out and fiddled with the feather for a while, wondering why the people of that tribe would tie feathers to such a small stick.

Do you think feathers look beautiful, or do you think that after being attached with feathers, these small weapons can fly high and far like birds?

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe had a flash of inspiration and felt that he might have guessed the truth of the matter again.

He immediately threw this strange weapon out with force.

After flying for a distance in the air, the feather arrow stuck diagonally into the ground. The distance it flew was not far, not even as far as when he threw a stone.

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe couldn't help but scratch his head with his hands. If it wasn't to make this thing fly farther, then why tie feathers on it?

He walked over and picked up the feather arrow again, thought for a while, held both ends with both hands and bent it. Without using too much force, the thin feather arrow broke.

How can such a weapon hurt people?

Any weapon thicker than this was cut off by the weapons they made of black stone, not to mention these useless weapons.

The leader of the Black Rock Tribe threw the broken feather arrow on the ground and thought so in his heart.

Originally he was a little afraid of this unknown tribe, but now, looking at the broken feather arrow he threw on the ground, and then looking at the black stone weapon in his hand, a strong sense of self-confidence arose in his heart.

"#￥%d!"

He shouted loudly and led the tribesmen to search the surroundings.

At this time, he really wanted to defeat this tribe that had no powerful weapons but came to rob their surrendered tribe, and make them submit to him, and let them hand over food to their tribe on behalf of this destroyed tribe.

Of course, the Blackrock Tribe couldn't find many traces of the Treebark Tribe. After all, it wasn't snowing, and the Treebark Tribe had been away for some time...

The population of the tribe where Shuba lives, which is some distance away from here, has increased significantly compared to before.

After Shupi chopped off the head of the new leader with a bone knife in front of everyone and forced them to smear the new leader's blood on their faces, the people who were plundered by him became obedient.'

"#￥..."

At this time, a person who had been abducted was jumping and talking in front of the tree bark, expressing something.

Gradually, the bark's brow began to frown.

Especially when he saw the man find a thick wooden stick and gesture of being chopped off, his brows furrowed even deeper.

There is such a powerful tribe over there?

The weapons they have are actually capable of cutting off such thick weapons?

And will they collect food from the rest of the tribe?

This unexpected discovery immediately made Shupi, who had led his men to a great victory, unhappy.

What should I do if that tribe comes to my place and asks for food from my people?

Shupi thought with some worry.

However, this worry did not last long, because he saw the longbow beside him, and then turned his gaze to the not-so-tall wall.

Our tribe also has very useful weapons.

Although the weapons of that tribe sounded scary, the bows and arrows of his own tribe were equally scary. Before they could rush to his people, he had already led his men to shoot them to death with bows and arrows.

Except for that terrifying and nostalgic tribe, the rest of the tribes, the barks with bows and arrows, were not convinced.

“￥%#…”

He stood up, spoke loudly, raised his bow and arrow above his head and swung it vigorously, and the others in the tribe did the same.

The chaotic voices came from far away, like a provocation to the tribe they had never met...

(Only two updates today, I'm going to clean up and go to bed, I'm very sleepy) Fupin Chinese