This Is My Primitive Tribe

The Old Witch usually appeared to be a good-natured person, but that didn’t mean he really had no temper.

If he truly got angry, the consequences could be terrifying.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan said to the Old Witch, "We are here to explore the situation, and now is a good opportunity. Just give them something casually; not only can we replenish water, but we can also ask them about the situation here."

After listening to Jiang Xuan, the Old Witch felt it made sense, especially since Huo Meng mentioned that it hadn’t rained in more than half a year, which was clearly abnormal.

So, the Old Witch suppressed his anger and said, "Then just give them something casually."

Jiang Xuan looked through the stuff they carried and finally took out a pottery bowl, raised it, and said, "Chief Huo Meng, how about we trade this precious pottery bowl for your water?"

Huo Meng carefully examined the bowl and found it to be much better crafted than the pottery in their tribe. He was satisfied and nodded, "Okay."

Jiang Xuan added, "You need to fill our water bottles and water bags and make sure the giant eagle drinks enough too."

"No problem!" Huo Meng readily agreed, as the Frog Tribe had a lake that continuously supplied water.

"Alright, then lead us inside to drink water. Once we’ve finished and filled our water bags, this precious pottery bowl is yours."

Fearing the giant eagle, Huo Meng didn’t want them entering the tribe, so he said, "Bring your water containers here, and I’ll have the Warriors fill them for you."