I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 638: Primitive Protection Fee

"What is this?"

Not only were the members of the Grass Tribe stunned by the Blackstone Tribe's sudden actions, but even their leader was momentarily bewildered. She had no idea why this neighboring tribe had suddenly surrounded them!

The leader of the Grass Tribe loudly questioned the Blackstone Tribe leader, tightening her grip on her weapon as she stepped forward, full of uncertainty.

The question from the Grass Tribe leader suddenly died on her lips, not because she was killed, but because she saw the trembling figure of Fly.

How did those people from the disappeared tribe suddenly appear here, standing with Blackstone Tribe members, raising their weapons against her and her people?

What were the Blackstone Tribe members doing? She had come over out of goodwill to warn them of the danger, only to have them point weapons at her and her people...

The leader of the Grass Tribe's mind was in disarray, unable to comprehend these chaotic developments. However, one thing was clear: this situation was not as she had imagined. The Blackstone Tribe had changed.

"What is this?"

After a moment of silence, the leader of the Grass Tribe turned to Fly, shouting for an explanation. She conveyed some of her confusion, which Fly understood, but he didn't say a word.

His body shook more intensely, but the makeshift wooden weapon he held remained firm in his grip. He held it tight, along with the other Blackstone Tribe members, aimed at the Grass Tribe people.

The members of the Grass Tribe also tightened their weapons, tense with a mix of fear and confusion.

"Hold on!"

Finally, the Blackstone Tribe leader spoke again, not answering the Grass Tribe leader's question but instructing his people not to act hastily, to surround the Grass Tribe for now.

The Blackstone Tribe leader's authority was well-established within his tribe. After acquiring and using the Blackstone weapons effectively, the tribe's circumstances improved significantly. His actions here were a testament to his authority.

Although the Blackstone Tribe members wanted to strike down or harm the Grass Tribe people and bring them back to their tribe, they obeyed their leader's command without commotion.

Under the anxious and disbelieving gaze of the Grass Tribe leader, the Blackstone Tribe leader suddenly raised his weapon and forcefully struck the wooden stick held by the Grass Tribe leader.

His weapon was the sharpest tool in the tribe, crafted from meteoric iron, which had been forged and tempered over time. With practiced ease, he angled the blow and, with a single swing, severed the Grass Tribe leader's weapon cleanly into two!

The leader of the Grass Tribe held the two-piece stick in her hands, staring at the smooth cut, completely bewildered. While she was in a daze, the Blackstone Tribe leader didn't hesitate. With the same swift motion, he thrust his meteoric iron weapon toward the Grass Tribe leader.

However, the leader of the Grass Tribe did not die, as the sharp weapon only stopped at the leader's high chest after being pushed against her.

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe changed his initial plan of killing a few of these "doorstep" visitors and taking the rest back to the tribe. Because this tribe was somewhat familiar with their own, and now wasn’t the cold winter season, so food was relatively more straightforward.

There was no need to go as far as killing them and eating their flesh. But just letting them go like this felt unsatisfactory.

"Stay still!"

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe prodded the leader of the Grass Tribe with his Blackstone weapon, signaling her to remain still and not move. The pain in her chest from the weapon made the Grass Tribe leader remain subdued.

If a thick stick could be cleaved in two by such a sharp weapon, there was no doubt her body would be pierced instantly.

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe then let his gaze linger on the weapon pressing into the chest of the Grass Tribe leader. After a moment, a smile appeared on his face as he started speaking...

After a while, the Blackstone Tribe members holding meteoric iron dispersed under their leader's orders, creating an opening for the Grass Tribe members to leave.

The Grass Tribe members, led by their dazed leader, shuffled out through the opening made by the Blackstone Tribe members, looking both frightened and disoriented. Many couldn’t bear to look at the meteoric iron weapons held by the Blackstone Tribe members.

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe, gripping his Blackstone weapon, watched with pride as the leader of the Grass Tribe led her people away. His mood soared with satisfaction.

The rest of the Blackstone Tribe members, watching the retreating Grass Tribe members, exchanged knowing smiles—some even turning furtively to steal another glance before quickly looking away.

"Move out!"

The leader of the Blackstone Tribe called out to his people, gathering his weapons and their harvested game, filled with a sense of triumph, to continue their journey back to the tribe.

In stark contrast to the leader of the Blackstone Tribe’s joyful mood, the Grass Tribe leader’s feelings were far from happy. After walking a distance, she stopped, staring back at the retreating Blackstone Tribe figures, now only tiny black dots on the horizon.

She couldn’t understand how this once-friendly tribe had suddenly become what it is today! She had come over out of goodwill to warn them of the danger, only to find the enemy was the tribe she was trying to alert.

This once-good tribe not only killed and took members of another tribe but now also did something terrible to her!

The leader of the Grass Tribe longed to reject, to resist, but looking at the broken weapon in her hand and recalling the fearsome Blackstone weapons held by almost everyone around her, any hope for resistance quickly faded.

"Move..."

After silence, she led her people back toward their tribe’s direction. Along the way, she seemed disheartened, forcing herself to pay attention to her surroundings, especially to look out for any game.

Not only did her own tribe need the game to stave off hunger, but they also needed to provide some game to this formerly friendly tribe.

Otherwise, if they failed to make the offering once, that tribe would use their Blackstone weapons to kill one of her people!

This is precisely why the Grass Tribe leader felt so distraught.