I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 818: The Wind Tribe Chief Who Follows His Heart
Chapter 818: The Wind Tribe Chief Who Follows His Heart
The moment the person whose face had turned blue from the cold slammed the dirty hide onto the Wind Tribe chief’s head, a chaotic battle erupted within the tribe.
Those who had previously feared their chief’s past authority and dared not intervene now could no longer hold back. They rushed at their leader with a flurry of punches and kicks.
The most striking participants were the minors of the Wind Tribe who had had their lollipops taken. They kicked at their chief with all their strength while crying loudly, and just by hearing the cries, one might think they had suffered immense injustice.
After a short while, the stronger adults who had stayed in the tribe joined the fight, supporting their chief.
As a result, the battle quickly escalated and soon became one-sided, with the returning old primitive man from the Green Sparrow Tribe achieving an overwhelming victory.
Several factors contributed to this outcome:
First, the old primitive man led a large group, roughly twice the number of the Wind Tribe chief and his followers.
Second, over the past six months, they had been building roads for the Green Sparrow Tribe, gaining strength from constant physical labor and abundant salted food, significantly increasing their overall power.
Third, their experience in a recent Green Sparrow Tribe sports event had left a deep impression; when fighting, they naturally began to coordinate with each other.
Fourth, they felt intense frustration and resentment. After contributing so much to the tribe and receiving no reward, their chief tried to seize their possessions upon return.
Fifth, the kind-hearted Green Sparrow Tribe members and their allies from the neighboring Wind Tribe were present and ready to support them if needed.
Sixth, even if they could no longer live in the current cave, they could always move to the kind Green Sparrow Tribe.
Seventh, the males among the old primitive man, like those in the Green Sparrow Tribe, had short hair, making it impossible to grab during fights.
In contrast, the Wind Tribe chief and his group all had long, dirty hair, and some adult males even had long beards, making them easy targets to pull in a fight.
All these factors combined to create the one-sided situation.
Third Senior Brother and Mao, along with the trade team, watched nearby, furious at the Wind Tribe chief’s actions. How could people who had done so much for the tribe be treated this way? In their own tribe, such behavior would never happen!
Comparing the two tribes, they admired the Green Sparrow Tribe’s wise leadership even more and felt an urge to intervene, even imagining capturing the Wind Tribe chief and making him a slave in their own tribe.
The trade team watched the fight intently, ready to assist the old primitive man at any sign of trouble.
The neighboring Wind Tribe minors, who had also received lollipop rewards, clenched their fists in anger, their faces tight with indignation.
Fighting is exhausting, causing people to forget the cold and leading to sweating, whether among fairies or Wind Tribe members.
Once all the locals who hadn’t been to the Green Sparrow Tribe were beaten and pinned into the snow, the dispute over shared versus private ownership finally ended.
Only then did the cold hit those whose hats had fallen and furs had been torn off.
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
The old primitive man, gasping, finally found his shoe that the chief had taken.
After shaking the snow out, he turned to see the chief, pinned and bruised, glaring at him. His own bare feet frozen, the old primitive man could no longer contain his anger.
Hopping on one foot, he struck the Wind Tribe chief in the face repeatedly with his shoe sole, landing three or four hard hits before the chief stopped glaring, finally allowing him to put his shoe back on.
Only then did the old primitive realize the deeper utility of the shoes awarded by Divine Child: not only comfortable to wear, but also highly effective for striking someone when necessary.
The chief’s face, already bruised, was now further battered by the shoe sole.
“#￥5E?!”
The old primitive man, exuding dominance, pointed at the chief still pinned in the snow and shouted, asking whether he still dared to seize their belongings.
The chief did not answer immediately. Seeing this, the old primitive man lifted a shoe, prompting the chief, who had considered struggling, to stop—after all, being hit by the shoe sole really hurt.
Even after beating the chief, the old primitive man was still angry. Initially, he had planned to persuade the chief and the remaining tribe members to join the Green Sparrow Tribe peacefully.
But seeing their behavior now, he worried that bringing them to the kind Green Sparrow Tribe might corrupt the kind-hearted people there.
“They…”
The old primitive man approached Third Senior Brother and Mao, explaining his plan and his concerns.
After considering, Third Senior Brother said, “Let them join the tribe. If they misbehave, there are ways to deal with them.”
Third Senior Brother, already calm and experienced from years guarding the Copper Mountain settlement, spoke decisively after thought. Eventually, the decision would be ed to Divine Child for final approval, though Third Senior Brother believed Divine Child would agree, as he always favored seeing the tribe grow.
Mao nodded in agreement.
Relieved, the old primitive man thanked Third Senior Brother and Mao before approaching the bruised chief and other tribe members, treating them gently despite his anger.
He explained that joining the kind Green Sparrow Tribe would provide abundant food, warm clothing and shoes suitable for thick snow, and comfortable bedding that could keep them warm through winter nights.
He spoke in their tribal language, painting a vivid picture of the benefits. Others returning from the Green Sparrow Tribe joined him in persuading the remaining tribe members. Occasionally, they placed hats on the heads of those who stayed to show them warmth.
Gradually, many began to consider joining the kind, prosperous Green Sparrow Tribe.
However, they still respected their chief’s authority and awaited his decision.
The chief was furious, convinced the old primitive man was crazy. Why would they consider leaving their own tribe? And even worse, try to convince others to follow?
He had no desire to join the supposedly kind and wealthy Green Sparrow Tribe.
“You’ll live together after joining the Green Sparrow Tribe…”
He rolled his eyes silently.
“…in spacious, comfortable rooms…”
Still rolling his eyes.
“…and learn many useful skills…”
He remained defiant, conveying his resistance through a single expression, without speaking.
Facing this, the returning tribe members could do nothing.
The old primitive man stepped closer, serious. “Will you join the kind Green Sparrow Tribe?”
The chief rolled his eyes again, remaining silent.
The old primitive man stepped back slightly, unnoticed, and removed one shoe.
“Will you join the kind Green Sparrow Tribe?” he asked again.
The chief still rolled his eyes, each time repeating the same thought, finding no novelty.
Suddenly, a sharp slap and burning pain shot across his face.
“Will you join the kind Green Sparrow Tribe?”
The old primitive man, holding the shoe, asked again.
This time, the chief could no longer roll his eyes, gasping in pain from the sole’s imprint.
“Slap!”
The shoe struck again.
“Will you join the kind Green Sparrow Tribe?”
The old primitive man glared at the chief.
“Join! Join!”
The chief shouted hastily, fearing another blow.
Even so resolute a leader could not resist the old primitive and his shoe.
The old primitive man finally inspected the shoe, put it back on, and marveled at its usefulness once more.
Under his firm control, the entire Wind Tribe agreed to join the Green Sparrow Tribe.
They did not leave immediately, as the trade team still needed to escort the neighboring Wind Tribe members back.
Once that was settled, the team would return to the Wind Tribe and escort them back to Copper Mountain.
After the team left, the Wind Tribe cave returned to quiet.
The old primitive man did not stay, following the trade team to the neighboring Wind Tribe.
Inside the cave were the remaining Wind Tribe members, including the chief, who had never been to the Green Sparrow Tribe.
The cave contained many items left behind: delicious salted fish and meat, millet cooked with melted snow water—all obtained by the old primitive man through roadwork and Green Sparrow Tribe cooperation.
These shared items, unlike clothing, belonged to everyone.
The cave’s atmosphere was peculiar. The remaining tribe members once again appreciated the Green Sparrow Tribe’s wealth and realized that not everything there belonged to the individual—only certain items were private.
This understanding made them more curious about joining the Green Sparrow Tribe.
As for the chief, who had endured multiple blows from the shoe sole, he sat alone by the fire, quietly distressed.
He considered secretly leading the remaining members away, but abandoned the idea due to fear of snow and cold, lacking the warm clothing of the old primitive man. Any attempt to relocate would risk freezing everyone outside.
Additionally, the remaining tribe members no longer obeyed him, wanting instead to join the Green Sparrow Tribe.
While the chief brooded, Third Senior Brother, Mao, and the team approached the neighboring Wind Tribe.
The returning members were anxious and excited, recalling recent events in the Wind Tribe. They feared the remaining locals might treat them as harshly as the Wind Tribe chief had treated the old primitive man.
Sensing their concern, the old primitive man reassured them, offering to lend his shoes if needed—an accurate display of leadership.
Upon arrival at the neighboring Wind Tribe, the locals did not block the entrance as the Wind Tribe had, partly due to the large size of the cave and partly because they recognized some returning members.
Despite the cold and fear, their initial panic transformed into immense joy.
They leapt and cheered, overwhelmed by the sight of their returning kin and the wealth they brought.
The tribe’s chief and remaining members marveled at the bounty and the returning members’ achievements, filled with both astonishment and reverence.
Chapter 818: The Wind Tribe Chief Who Follows His Heart
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