I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 901: “Divine Child, Shall We Go Beat Them?”
As these incomprehensible shouts rang out, the wolves that had been growling and were about to pounce on her suddenly stopped.
They remained where they were, continuing to growl softly at her, but without baring their teeth—no longer showing the intense threat they had before.
The people who had shouted were now holding strange weapons, clearly ready to attack, and were slowly moving toward her.
Behind them lay a great many captured prey. As for the rest, they were obscured by trees, weeds, and the people standing in front so that they couldn’t be seen clearly.
To this female primitive, however, this was nothing to feel happy or amazed about.
Her path forward had been entirely blocked by these suddenly appearing people, and the pursuers behind her were about to catch up.
These people would seize her and the child in her arms, then kill the child and eat it.
“#@￥%WE……”
Under the slightly astonished gazes of Third Senior Brother and the others, the female primitive who had suddenly burst into their sight looked at them in terror for a moment, then abruptly dropped to her knees and pressed her body as flat to the ground as possible.
As she did so, she spoke frantically, babbling incoherently.
At the same time, she kept turning her head back, pointing behind her with one hand, her expression filled with fear.
Although they couldn’t understand her language and didn’t know exactly what she had been through, Third Senior Brother and the others could clearly feel her terror and desperation.
Before they could react further, they already knew what it was she was afraid of.
Three male primitives—hair disheveled, wielding wooden clubs, bone tools, or stones tied to ropes—had rushed into view.
“Stop!”
The third senior brother shouted, drawing his bow with an arrow nocked and aiming it at the three men running toward them with weapons.
The seven or eight others walking at the front with Third Senior Brother also shouted in unison.
The entire group was instantly alerted.
Han Cheng, who was walking slightly toward the rear, also heard the commotion and saw part of what was happening ahead.
At this moment, he was fully protected by four people, each holding a large shield, constantly at his side.
The men charging forward with weapons clearly hadn’t expected such a situation.
The prey they were chasing had actually fallen into the hands of another group!
And this group had more people than they did.
But this thought lasted only an instant before being replaced by something else.
Their gazes passed over these strangely dressed people with bizarre weapons and landed on what lay behind them—the large number of prey.
To these three men, this scene was even more shocking than the sudden appearance of these people.
They had never seen any tribe capable of capturing so much prey at once!
This overwhelming visual impact made them halt in their tracks, standing there dumbfounded as they stared at the astonishing, chilling scene before them.
“@#5￥45!”
After standing like this for a short while, the man holding the bone tool suddenly shouted, turned around, and ran off without looking back.
The other two also turned and fled, running even faster than when they had come.
As for the female primitive crouched on the ground, they ignored her completely.
Watching the three men flee in panic and quickly disappear, Third Senior Brother and the others smiled, relaxed their drawn bows, and raised their long halberds upright again.
The men protecting Han Cheng also relaxed, lowering their large shields.
To them, this was only natural.
Even the Black Stone Tribal Alliance—with its many people—had been unable to defeat their tribe. These were just three men; of course, they would flee at the mere sight of them.
They were relaxed, but the female primitive lying on the ground was anything but.
On the contrary, after the three men left, she only felt slightly relieved before becoming even more agitated than when she had been chased.
“#￥%WEE……”
Holding the child tightly with one arm and propping herself up with her elbow, she stretched her other hand backward, pointing in the direction the three men had fled.
She spoke urgently, her voice filled with fear.
It seemed she was describing something exceedingly terrible.
But because of the language barrier, Third Senior Brother and the others had no idea what she meant.
“Ask her what happened.”
At this moment, Han Cheng also walked over from the rear. Seeing the woman’s condition, he thought for a moment and said to Mao, who was beside him.
This living map and master of improvised translation immediately went to the female primitive, waving his hands and beginning his unique brand of “interpretation.”
As the terrified woman lay on the ground speaking frantically, she soon began to show surprise.
She realized she seemed to understand some of what this person was trying to express—although she still couldn’t understand his words.
“#￥5@#……”
This realization filled her with relief and excitement.
Holding her child with one arm, she straightened up and began babbling rapidly, imitating Mao’s gestures and using her free hand to gesture as much as possible.
Seeing that it was inconvenient for her, Han Cheng had someone help her up so they could continue communicating.
Mao truly lived up to his reputation as the tribe’s master translator. Watching the exchange between him and the woman made Han Cheng’s eyes ache—he only vaguely understood a little of it—yet Mao managed to grasp quite a lot.
“Another tribe attacked their tribe. After attacking, those people kill the minors and eat them.
“The three men just now saw the sheep, donkeys, and deer we’re carrying, so they ran back.
“This woman says they’re going back to inform the people who attacked her tribe and haven’t left yet, so they can come attack us and seize our livestock…”
After this in-depth exchange, Mao reported what he had learned to Han Cheng.
Kill minors? Eat them?
Han Cheng froze for a moment.
Usually, wouldn’t they kill the adult men and keep the women and children?
Why was this tribe doing the opposite?
This thought lingered briefly before he dismissed it.
Different people have different ways of thinking; it wasn’t impossible to encounter a tribe with ideas unlike the norm.
“Divine Child! Let’s hit them!”
“Divine Child! Let’s go beat them!”
“They dare to steal our tribe’s things!”
Han Cheng was still momentarily stunned when the others, having heard Mao’s report, were already rubbing their hands together in excitement.
Someone wanted to attack them? To steal their tribe’s livestock?
That was incredibly exciting!
Why did hearing this make them so happy?
Looking at his tribe members’ uncontrollable excitement and hearing their shouts, Han Cheng couldn’t help but sniff.
These guys from his tribe were really getting a bit too arrogant.
But that was good.
To rejoice at the prospect of battle was far better than trembling in fear at the approach of war, thinking only of fleeing, kneeling to surrender, or offering land and tribute.
Han Cheng had long known what his people were like and was mentally prepared.
But there were still people here who didn’t understand the Green Sparrow Tribe.
For example, the female primitive holding the child.
After conveying her experiences and explaining the meaning of the shouts she had heard from the three evil men as they fled, she finally let out a long breath of relief.
Now that these people knew in advance, they could hurry and escape—leave before those evil people arrived.
Otherwise, these strange-looking but kind people who had unexpectedly saved her might be defeated, many of them killed, and their prey stolen.
Just like what those evil people had done to her own tribe.
And she herself could flee together with these people and join this strange-looking tribe.
A person who had lost their tribe couldn’t survive alone—especially not someone holding a tiny infant.
If those people hadn’t been so evil—killing minors—she wouldn’t have risked her life to flee while carrying a baby less than six months old.
At the time, she had only wanted to escape them as quickly as possible and save her child’s life. She hadn’t thought of anything else.
Now that the situation had improved slightly, some rational thought returned.
Seeing that these strange people showed no intention of seizing and killing her baby, she had already resolved to join their tribe with her child.
No matter what they asked her to do afterward, as long as they didn’t kill her baby or abandon them, she would agree and follow through completely.
Once this resolve formed, she began to regard these strange people as her own tribe, and this unknown place as her new home.
She also prepared herself to cling tightly to her baby and flee together with them.
To avoid being left behind and to run faster, she even took a few steps forward.
But she quickly froze, stopping abruptly and staring at these strange people in disbelief.
After understanding her message, instead of immediately fleeing with their prey as she had imagined, they stood their ground, gripping their weapons and shouting excitedly.
Many of them turned their eyes toward a man who wasn’t particularly strong-looking but was taller than average and clearly a leader-like figure.
Although she couldn’t understand their words, their excited expressions and actions told her enough.
And that was precisely why she felt so incredulous.
She had just told them everything she knew—how brutal those people were.
Those brutal people weren’t from just one tribe. There were many of them.
This reaction made her strongly suspect that the man who had been communicating with her earlier had misunderstood entirely her meaning.
Otherwise, there was no way this could be happening.
“#￥%56WE!”
Suppressing her fear, she ran back again to the person she had been talking to, urgently speaking and wildly waving her arms.
(For ease of expression, the following dialogue is translated by the author, with some elaboration added.)
“They’re coming! They have many, many people! They’re ruthless! They’ll kill people and steal all the prey!”
The female primitive shouted, her face full of urgency and fear.
“We know,” Mao replied, nodding with a broad smile.
Seeing this smiling man say such words, the female primitive was once more dumbfounded.
She looked at the highly excited crowd, then back at the smiling man in front of her, completely at a loss for how to express her feelings.
You know?
If you know, why aren’t you running?!
Why are you still here?!
Do you look like you know at all?!
If her language had been more developed, she would definitely have been jumping and cursing at this point.
“Then hurry up and run!” she pleaded, nearly in tears.
“We’re not running,” Mao continued with a smile. “We’ll stay here and wait for them.”
“When they come and dare to attack us, we’ll defeat them all!”
Understanding what Mao meant, the female primitive froze again, feeling even more dizzy.
Not run? Defeat them all?
How was that possible?!
They weren’t just one tribe!
Those people were so brutal and greedy—they’d go mad when they saw so much prey!
These people here might be numerous and strange-looking, but they still weren’t as many as those attackers.
And fighting wasn’t something you could win just by looking strange.
She was about to keep trying to persuade them, stressing how terrifying those people were and how important it was to flee quickly.
But before she could express any of this, she stopped altogether.
Her mouth fell open as she stared at the scene before her, shock written all over her face.
Because while she was talking, some people who had been gathered around the apparent leader went behind the prey.
Before long, from behind the animals—previously obscured by trees—another large group of people emerged.
They, too, wore excited expressions…
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