The man in the bushes heard movement everywhere and suppressed a groan as he picked up the stone spear on the ground and made an attack stance.

Chen Mo gave Hei a look, and Hei commanded the five shieldmen to outflank him.

"Bang", the stone spear sticking out of the bushes hit the shield with a muffled sound, and then the stone spear bounced back.

It was Chen Mo who saw the person in the bushes clearly, a man with a full beard, a bit like Max, young and indistinguishable, and his face was very pale.

Max has a wound on his stomach that had stopped bleeding and started bleeding again due to intense exercise.

"Why, you, are violating our territory!" asked Max angrily.

"......" Chen Mo is a little short of words. As an otaku, he has no magnificent reason to be able to talk about aggression.

"Why, suddenly attacked us?" Max continued, his sharp accusations that made his wounds crack even worse.

Chen Mo thought for a long time and found a more reliable reason, so he pointed to the black and said, "You peeked at his mother-in-law taking a bath!"

"......" Max squirted out a mouthful of old blood.

Although it is now a patrilineal social group, some of the conventions of the matrilineal social group have not been abandoned.

Among them are: group marriage, or foreign marriage.

Because the members of the same tribe are almost related by blood, the tribal population is increased through group marriage or exogamy, and the tribal group is continued.

Although this reason was very pale and weak, Hei had no choice but to obey Chen Mo, lowered his head and said, "You peek at my mother-in-law taking a bath!"

Max continued to spit out a mouthful of old blood: "You don't play according to the routine!"

Chen Mo scratched his head a little embarrassed, took out the herbs that Chang had prepared before leaving, and came to Max to squat down.

"Venerable witch, although you are not a witch of our tribe, but if you want to kill me, I will not resist!" Max saw Chen Mo take out the herbs, and his reaction was no longer so strong.

There are tens of millions of species of grass in the world, and the fruits, vegetables, and crops of later generations were wild grasses before they were developed. Herbs are the essence of the grass.

Primitive people did not dare to use grass, but except for witches, who were the spokesmen of the gods on the earth in the eyes of primitive people. Only witches can manipulate herbs. Wu is the most respected person of all primitive people.

So when Max saw Chen Mo take out the herbs, he relaxed his vigilance and faced Chen Mo with joy and sincerity: "Great witch, I hope that when you attack our tribe, you will not harm the witches of our tribe." ”

"What a mess, I, the son of the gods, the representative of the otaku, the god of the spare tire, Ah, the chief of the water army tribe, Mo!"

Chen Mo ignored Max, who was speaking heartfelt words on the ground, squatted down and tore off Max's clothes, and put herbs on them.

There are many kinds of herbs to stop bleeding, and Chen Mo and Chang only found them: mimosa, locust flower, and white grass root. After the tribesmen went out hunting and were injured as test subjects, Chen Mo found that the effect of traditional Chinese medicine in primitive societies far exceeded that of the following centuries.

Max's wound covered with herbs no longer bleeds, and he looked at Chen Mo with a fiery face: "Great God of Spare Tire, I am the battle of the Worrying Heaven Tribe!"

"Bah, please call me Chief Mo!" Chen Mo looked at Zhan with an annoyed expression.

"Okay, the god of spare tires!" Zhan said respectfully.

"Say it again, call me Chief Mo!" Chen Mo roared as he grabbed the beast skin god who was fighting.

"Yes, Bei...... Chief Mo!" replied weakly.

"Why are your tribes scouting our Great Naval Tribe by the water's edge? Chen Mo let go of the beast skin of the battle, stood up and asked.

"We're just hunting, not scouting your tribe. Zhan answered truthfully.

"How many of you came out this time?" Chen Mo saw that Zhan was not what he asked, and asked another question again.

"And I have ten, and you have killed four of them, and five of them have been seriously wounded, and they all died on the way back, and I am left with only one living man. Zhan was a little angry, but it quickly disappeared, and out of ten warriors from his tribe, he was the only one left.

Chen Mo saw that the words he asked were all in vain, and he looked at Hei in desperation.

Hei nodded, came to Zhan's side and stared at Zhan: "Which tribe came out with you?"

"Oh, it's the Pit Tribe and the Chopping Tribe. Zhan hurriedly replied.

"What a strange tribal name. Black muttered to himself.

Chen Mo sneered, it turns out that the pit goods and the chopper party have existed since the primitive society, not the products of the later century.

"Did their tribe hurt from last night's attack?" asked Black.

"No, the clansmen of their tribe are all at the rear, only our tribe was wounded, and I am the only one left of the ten warriors. "It's a little sad to say it.

"It was the first time we had left the tribe so far to hunt, and we didn't expect such heavy losses. Zhan looked up at the sky and endured not to let the tears remain.

"Mistakenly injured!" Chen Mo and Hei glanced at each other, seeing the same answer in each other's eyes.

"What is the size of your tribe?" Chen Mo then asked.

"There are no turtles in our tribe, turtles are the totems of the pit tribe, and the people of their tribe are very good in water and can swim in the river to the middle of the river. Zhan looked at Chen Mo, not knowing what this Wu Chief meant by asking this sentence.

"Our chief asks how many people there are in your tribe. What about pit goods and chopping hands?" Hei added helplessly.

"Our tribe has 50 warriors, all of whom have more than 200 people, and more than 300 people have pit goods and chopping hands, and half of them are warriors. Zhan replied.

The Worrying Tribe belonged to a medium and large tribe in the primitive society, while the pit goods and chopping hands were large tribes, and the people who peep at the pond should be the people of the pit goods. The Pit Cargo Tribe is a hidden danger.

Chen Mo nodded, asked for the information he needed, and said with emotion: "There is still no gap between primitive people and primitive people!"

Hei was not satisfied with what he knew, and continued to ask, "What are the specialties of the Chopping Hands Tribe, and what is your relationship with them?"

"Several small tribes around us are sub-tribes of the Pit Cargo Tribe, and Pit Cargo and Chopping are allies. The Chopping Hands tribe is good at digging traps, and on the periphery of their tribe, they are all traps, and in a group marriage of our tribe, a warrior fell into a trap and was stabbed to death. Zhan thought about it carefully and replied black.

How many small tribes around?Chen Mo heard an even more shocking news.

"In this jungle, there are many tribes scattered, which are the sub-tribes of several large tribes, and the tribes extended by them have expanded into one of the sub-tribes of the pit tribe. Without waiting for Hei to continue asking, Zhan explained very consciously.

This trip is going to poke the hornet's nest? Chen Mo felt that things were not good.

Chen Mo, who looked melancholy, walked to the side alone and habitually touched the cigarette in his pocket, but no. This is a lot of fun, I thought that I could pass the aura of pig's feet, and instantly subdued several primitive tribes and contributed to the construction of the Great Water Army Tribe, but I didn't expect to provoke a few local snakes.

Forget it, if it comes, it will be safe. The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

If you want to fight, I will fight, I have hundreds of brothers!