The people of the Black Stone Tribe were now also looking with joy at the early spring sunlight. Unlike most tribes, the Black Stone Tribe did not lack food and clothing during winter, making them appear much stronger.
Under their leader's guidance, they carried Black Stone-made weapons and brought along hunted game as they walked from the wild towards the tribe’s cave. Among the group, a few looked out of place. Compared to the robust members of the Black Stone Tribe, these individuals appeared much weaker, holding crude wooden weapons instead of the usual Black Stone weapons.
These people were the survivors brought in by the Black Stone Tribe after attacking and plundering a neighboring tribe during the winter. Compared to those who had died and been consumed, these remaining few were extraordinarily lucky—they survived amidst various disasters. Though they occupied a low status and did not fit in with others, they were at least alive and could still consume food.
Carrying their simple weapons, the weakest among them bore the most weight. The game they hunted this time was all carried by them. This was an unfair situation, yet these individuals did not consider fleeing or resisting. These people broke into their cave during winter, and the rest of their tribe had been consumed, leaving only them. They had no place to go; leaving this frightening tribe would mean no survival for them.
As for resistance, that was not a possibility. The Black Stone Tribe members, wielding sharp Black Stone weapons, had become their nightmare—none of them felt capable of resisting.
The weak, carrying the hunted game, walked with apparent weakness, their heads barely daring to lift. Their gaze occasionally fell on the Black Stone weapons carried by others, only to quickly dart away, avoiding lingering there for even a moment.
Fly, one of these individuals, still couldn’t understand why the tribe that had been kind and interacted with their tribe in the past had suddenly turned into this terrifying form. It was too horrifying to face directly.
The leader of the Black Stone Tribe walked with pride, pleased with today’s bounty—the game they had caught was enough for them to eat for two days. The people brought back from captivity were also obedient, hunting with them and working hard without any disobedience. Even if one had intercepted, they would have missed the biggest catch today.
The sudden appearance of this group caused the leader of the Black Stone Tribe and his people to tense, gripping their weapons tightly. However, this tension quickly turned into a subdued excitement. The winter conflicts made them realize their strength and the ease with which they could acquire food by raiding other tribes without hunting laboriously.
Human nature is lazy; whether primitive or modern, once people experience and possess an easier way to obtain more and richer food, very few would willingly give up this method to return to a more challenging way of life.
The newcomers were from the Grass Tribe, which was not far from the destroyed tribe and the Black Stone Tribe. They had come to report after discovering that a nearby tribe had been raided.
Thinking about the situation and wanting to warn surrounding tribes, the leader of the Grass Tribe first thought of the Black Stone Tribe. In her view, while the Black Stone Tribe was stronger than her tribe, the difference wasn’t significant. Moreover, the people of the Black Stone Tribe, like hers, lacked any evil intentions.
Besides the unfortunate tribe that was raided, the closest and most familiar tribe to the Grass Tribe was the Black Stone Tribe.
When the people of the Black Stone Tribe spotted the Grass Tribe’s people, the Grass Tribe members also saw the Black Stone Tribe not far away.
The leader of the Grass Tribe issued a sound, signaling the people to halt temporarily. At the same time, she tightened her grip on her weapon, carefully scrutinizing the group before her.
Not long after, the leader of the Grass Tribe relaxed as she recognized the people—these were the very ones she was searching for, the Black Stone Tribe. The leader of the Black Stone Tribe, who had previously ventured through the grass with them, was leading the way.
Recognizing the Black Stone Tribe, the people of the Grass Tribe eagerly called out, rushing towards the Black Stone Tribe with their leader. They were eager to tell this familiar tribe about the presence of an evil tribe around them. The more tribes knew about this, the more secure they would feel.
The people of the Black Stone Tribe also recognized the Grass Tribe. Some restlessness occurred among the crowd, and many lowered their tightly gripped Black Stone weapons. However, this relaxation was short-lived. The Black Stone weapons were clenched tightly again, and the lowered weapons were raised again, pointed towards the hurriedly approaching Grass Tribe members carrying the warning message.
Fly, who had been looking down, now lifted his head, and he recognized the Grass Tribe. His emotions were significantly stirred; he wanted to rush forward, yelling out to the Grass Tribe people not to come, to run away because the Black Stone Tribe had turned into an evil one.
However, as his gaze fell upon the terrifying weapons clutched by the Black Stone Tribe people, he found himself unable to act. His thin body was trembling uncontrollably.
The leader of the Grass Tribe, completely defenseless, rushed forward with her people to a point not far from the Black Stone Tribe. She urgently spoke of her findings to the leader of the Black Stone Tribe, earnestly warning him to be cautious. After relaying this information, she also asked what they should do next.
The people of the Black Stone Tribe's expressions were odd, and their movements were slow as they grasped the meaning of the Grass Tribe leader’s words.
Focused solely on the unknown, terrifying tribe, the people of the Grass Tribe didn’t notice the strange behavior of this neighboring tribe. Fly, in agony, closed his eyes, unable to bear seeing what was about to happen next.
Suddenly, the leader of the Black Stone Tribe interrupted the Grass Tribe leader’s words. The people of the Black Stone Tribe scattered, encircling the defenseless Grass Tribe…