This Is My Primitive Tribe

The Mosquito Tribe warriors lingered irritably by the river for a long time, even venting their frustration by shooting arrows across the river.

However, the Vine Tribe had hidden themselves well after crossing the river, and not a single arrow hit its mark.

"Let’s go, take everything from this damned tribe, and burn down their houses!"

The furious Hua Wen stormed back to the Vine Tribe’s bamboo houses with his men, only to find them empty; even the pottery cauldrons and bowls were hidden away, leaving only some miscellaneous items.

"Ah!"

"Bang!"

Hua Wen punched the bamboo house’s wall, breaking through it, causing the house to shake.

"Burn, burn all these houses down!"

Infuriated, Hua Wen stomped his feet in anger, never feeling so humiliated as he did today.

Soon, the disgruntled Mosquito Tribe warriors started using flames from the fire pit to ignite all the Vine Tribe’s houses.