This Is My Primitive Tribe

"Wipe out the Fierce Bird Tribe?" Jiang Xuan looked at Shan Jia with some surprise.

"That’s right, just like how we joined forces to destroy the Crow Tribe and the Jackal Tribe before."

"But the Fierce Bird Tribe is a medium-sized tribe, much stronger than the Crow Tribe and the Jackal Tribe."

Shan Jia tentatively asked, "Leader Xuan, isn’t your Vine Tribe also a medium-sized tribe?"

"No no no, Leader Shan Jia, you’re overestimating us."

Jiang Xuan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Our Vine Tribe is just a small tribe, far from being a medium-sized tribe."

"Leader Xuan, don’t hide it from me. The Turtle God said your Vine God is not weaker than that fierce bird. If you ask me, even the Fierce Bird Tribe isn’t as strong as you."

Shan Jia had a look on his face as if he had long seen through Jiang Xuan’s humility.

"Leader Shan Jia, our Vine God may indeed be relatively strong, but our Vine Tribe was only established a few years ago, and there are still not many warriors in the tribe; the gap with a medium-sized tribe is too large."

Jiang Xuan said so, and Shan Jia couldn’t insist on labeling the Vine Tribe as a "medium-sized tribe."

He said helplessly, "Leader Xuan, whether your Vine Tribe is a medium-sized tribe or not, I hope you can consider attacking the Fierce Bird Tribe. The sooner we eliminate this scourge, the better."

At this moment, the food in the two pottery cauldrons in the fire pit was almost ready, and the aroma of the food wafted in.