The leader of the Blackstone tribe crouched down, picked up a bone that had not been completely burned from the ashes at the entrance of the cave, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

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

These bones were no stranger to the leader of the Blackstone tribe who had eaten people in the winter that had just passed.

And that's what makes him angry.

If the people of this tribe don't want to pay food for their tribe, and they don't dare to resist their tribe, and choose to move to other places, it can make him feel better.

And now, judging by the situation, this tribe should be attacked by the rest of the tribes!

Because no tribe would choose to kill and burn some people in the tribe when they were ready to move away, even those who were the weakest would not be treated like this.

Because these weak people have other great uses when they are on the way, when there is a severe shortage of food.

This tribe, which they had subdued not long ago, was attacked by the rest of the tribes!

The people of the tribe, some were killed, some were taken away.

This is a tribe that has surrendered to them, and now it is not in this way by the rest of the tribes, and after having a meteorite as a weapon, it would be strange if the leader of the increasingly inflated Blackstone tribe was not angry.

But after his anger passed, he fell silent again.

Because he was thinking about why the tribe, who didn't know where it lived, came to attack it.

Lack of food?

The leader of the Blackstone tribe shook his head.

This is not the season of food scarcity, and judging by the fact that the tribe burned all the people it killed, it is clear that the tribe did not come to attack the tribe for food.

Only, if it's not because of the food, then what's it for?

Wouldn't it be more costly for the tribe to bring such a group of people back?

The leader of the Blackstone tribe really couldn't figure out the relationship.

“#￥%FGH！”

While the leader of the Blackstone tribe fell silent, a member of the Blackstone tribe walked over with something he had picked up from the surrounding grass in his hand.

It was a feathered arrow lost in the grass by a tribe led by bark.

Reaching out to pick up the strange-looking weapon, the leader of the Blackstone tribe looked curious and puzzled.

For him, who has always admired coarseness, such a small weapon is really out of sight.

How much damage can such a small weapon do to people?

Imagining holding such a thin and short weapon in his hand, stabbing his prey or giving it to a fight, the leader of the Blackstone tribe couldn't help but crack his mouth and smile.

If a tribesman attacks their tribe with such a weapon, he will definitely teach them a good lesson with a blackstone weapon.

Such a weapon, before they could get closer, was already stabbed to death by himself and others with a much thicker and longer black stone weapon.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe thought about this for a moment, and finally his attention fell on the feathers at the tail of the feathered arrow.

He reached out and played with the feather for a while, wondering why the tribesmen would tie the feather to such a small stick.

Do you think that the feathers look good, or do you think that with the feathers inserted, these little weapons can fly high and far like birds?

The leader of the Blackstone tribe had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he felt that he had probably guessed the truth of the matter again.

Immediately, he threw this strange weapon with all his might.

After flying some distance in the air, the feather arrow stuck diagonally into the ground, and the distance that flew out was not far, not as far as he threw a stone.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe couldn't help but scratch his head with his hand, not to make this thing fly farther, so what to do with tying feathers to it?

He walked over and picked up the feather arrow again and held it in his hand, and after thinking for a while, he held both ends with both hands and folded it, and without much effort, the thin feather arrow had already broken.

How can such a weapon hurt someone?

Weapons thicker than this had been cut off by their weapons made of blackstone, not to mention these useless weapons.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe casually threw the broken feather arrow on the ground, thinking to himself.

Originally, he was still a little jealous of this unknown tribe, but now looking at the broken feather arrow that he threw on the ground, and then looking at the blackstone weapon in his hand, a strong confidence arose in his heart.

“#￥%D！”

He shouted loudly, leading the tribesmen around the area.

At this time, he really wanted to rob this tribe that did not have a powerful weapon but came to rob them of the tribe that submitted to them, and also gave them the obedience to fight, so that they could hand over food to their own tribe instead of this exterminated tribe.

Of course, the Blackstone tribe couldn't find much trace of the bark tribe, after all, it wasn't a snowy day, and the bark tribe had been away from here for a while......

The tribe of bark is located some distance from here, and the population has increased a lot compared to before.

Those who had been plundered by him became honest after the bark cut off the new chief's head with a bone knife in front of everyone, and forced them to smear the new chief's blood on their faces. ‘

“#￥……”

At this time, a person who had been plundered was jumping and jumping in front of the bark of the tree, expressing some meaning.

Gradually, Bark's brow began to wrinkle.

Especially after seeing a thick wooden stick that this man had found, and the action of being cut off in a row, his brows furrowed even deeper.

There's still such a powerful tribe over there?

The weapons they possess can cut through such a thick weapon?

And will the rest of the tribes be charged for food?

This unexpected discovery suddenly made the bark who had won a big battle with people unhappy.

What if that tribe comes to me and collects food from its own tribe?

Bark thought worriedly.

The worry didn't last long, though, for he saw the longbow beside him, and then turned his gaze to the not-so-tall wall.

Your own tribe also has very useful weapons.

Although the weapons of that tribe sounded terrifying, the bows and arrows of their own tribe were equally terrifying, and before they could rush to their own tribesmen, he had already led someone to shoot them all with bows and arrows.

Except for the horrible and nostalgic tribe, the rest of the tribes, with their bows and arrows, were not convinced.

“￥%#……”

He stood up, spoke loudly, and swung his bow and arrow above his head, as did the rest of the tribe.

A jumble of voices rang out from afar, like a provocation to a tribe they had never met......

(Let's watch two shifts today, pack up and sleep, I'm very sleepy)