I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 495 – Flying Snake Tribe’s Shaman’s Death
When the faint roar of the unicorn reached him, the Flying Snake Tribe shaman was momentarily stunned.
Unlike the others in the tribe, he had personally raised the unicorn.
So, he recognized that this roar was different from the usual; it seemed to carry pain.
What was happening?
How could the tough-skinned unicorn emit such a pained cry?
Wasn’t the cave blocked with wood?
The unicorn could easily break through stone barriers, but now it was in pain from a wooden one.
After a brief moment of bewilderment, the Flying Snake Tribe shaman began to feel anxious.
The crowd obstructed his view because he was positioned at the back, and he couldn’t see what was happening ahead.
He quickly moved to the side, trying to bypass the people in front.
But just a few steps later, an unexpected scene unfolded before him.
Those who had not retaliated since their arrival, whom he thought were paralyzed with fear, began to launch their attack.
However, the shaman was puzzled because they didn’t throw the strange weapons they held but pulled something.
Then, small feathered sticks flew out.
Were the people from this tribe so foolish? Could such tiny sticks hurt someone?
The tribe was not foolish; these small sticks could indeed inflict harm, and the damage was substantial!
The Flying Snake Tribe shaman stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at those in his tribe who were hit by the tiny sticks, either lying still or crying out in pain, completely stunned.
After a moment, a deep fear arose from within him.
Not only had his tribe members suffered significant injuries in just moments, but more importantly, he had not seen any sign of the unicorn after moving to the side!
According to experience, the unicorn should have already breached the cave by now.
But now, the cave blocked by wood remained intact, and the unicorn had vanished without a trace!
Moreover, those from the tribe charging forward should have almost reached the peculiar cave by now.
Yet, despite their fierce charge, they were still stalled in front of the tribe.
What on earth was happening?!
The Flying Snake Tribe shaman, who always considered himself very clever, found his mind in utter chaos.
What was happening before him was inexplicable, completely overturning his expectations.
Everything he had been certain about was not happening, and everything unfolded in ways he could never have imagined.
“￥!”
He suddenly shouted hoarsely, trying to call back the people in his tribe, as in the brief moment of his stupor, those feathered sticks had struck many more.
He no longer cared about the exquisite pottery or the delicious salt; he only wanted to lead his tribe to leave this place as quickly as possible.
The events happening below the tribe filled him with immense fear.
His fear quickly dissipated as the two long-range pea shooters of the Green Sparrow Tribe on the wall noticed him.
The second elder brother swung his sling rapidly, creating a blurred motion in the air.
Then he released it, and the stone bullet wrapped in the sling flew out with an inaudible whoosh, heading straight for the Flying Snake Tribe shaman at the back.
A moment behind him, Third Senior Brother released the snake-skinned bow he held. An iron-tipped feathered arrow shot out, streaking through the air like a shooting star.
“Bang!”
A stone bullet struck the Flying Snake Tribe shaman, who thought he was at a safe distance, right on the head, splitting it open.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
The bloodied stone bounced off the ground, and the Flying Snake Tribe shaman instinctively covered his head with his hands.
Before his pained cries could entirely escape his lips, a feathered arrow that followed soon after pierced through his chest.
The already terrible scream changed pitch with the arrival of this arrow.
The weakened Flying Snake Tribe shaman lay on the ground, gazing up at the azure sky, one hand pressed on his head wound and the other clutching the feathered arrow embedded in his chest.
He was at a safe distance, so why were they…
With his last confusion, reluctance, and fear of death, the Flying Snake Tribe shaman’s life came to an end.
Cao Geng, terrified beyond belief, saw a feathered stick drive into the neck of a nearby comrade.
This comrade, stronger than him, fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then lay still.
As more of these feathered sticks fell and hit others, Cao Geng swiftly turned and ran.
At this moment, he no longer cursed the people who had pushed him down; instead, he felt a strange gratitude.
His aching leg, which had been stepped on, no longer hurt and felt lighter, allowing him to run even faster.
When he approached the same distance as the shaman, Cao Geng prepared to slow down because he knew the shaman was extremely clever and would never go into dangerous places, so staying on the same line should be safe.
However, just as he began to slow down, the shaman’s head was hit by a stone and then by an arrow, causing him to fall cleanly to the ground.
The most mysterious, wise, and god-communing shaman of the tribe had died, right before his eyes.
Cao Geng was stunned momentarily and then ran even faster, like a rabbit shot with arrows or someone with their backside on fire.
In a brief moment, the Flying Snake Tribe completely collapsed. This unprecedented ambush had drained all their courage.
Everyone began to flee like a swarm of bees.
In the chaos, some people fell, and others had their animal skins ripped off.
They ran frantically, madly.
As fast as they had charged, now they ran with equal speed.
“Boom!”
Amid the chaotic crowd, even though the Green Sparrow Tribe had reinforced the traps, they couldn’t withstand the weight of the Flying Snake Tribe members.
The two traps on the sides meant to prevent the unicorn from escaping, were trampled open by the Flying Snake Tribe members.
In an instant, more than a dozen people were swallowed by the traps with screams.
Some others, unable to stop themselves, fell in as well.
On the wall, Han Cheng, with a cold expression, suppressed his discomfort and, seeing that the people had started to flee and were about to leave the range of the Green Sparrow Tribe’s archers, ordered the drum to be beaten.
In the courtyard, the impatient Eldest Senior Brother and others, who had been waiting, finally heard the drum sound. Overjoyed, they grabbed their weapons and rushed to the main gate.
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