This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 197 - 139: The Children of the Vine Tribe

Western Wilderness, in a nameless forest.

The people of the Frog Tribe finally found a small stream with water, and they rested wearily beside it for a moment.

"Croak... croak..."

The giant frogs joyfully hopped into the stream, using the water to moisten their dry skin.

Despite the snowfall already covering the Southern Wilderness, the Western Wilderness remained hot; only places close to the Southern Wilderness were cold, and the farther west one went, the hotter it became.

The Western Wilderness was too vast; it took the Frog Tribe more than half a year to walk from the depths of the Western Wilderness to this place.

No one knew how long it would take to reach the Southern Wilderness.

But there was one thing that could be certain.

That is, the farther south they went, the denser the forest became, and the more abundant the water resources were.

This discovery was the greatest comfort to the Frog Tribe during their migration. They told themselves they would surely reach a place where water was not lacking, prey was plentiful, and survival was possible.

The leader of the Frog Tribe, Huo Meng, walked to the water’s edge. Using the stream, he saw his own reflection; the Totem Pattern and Warrior Pattern on his face had been blurred by sweat.

Huo Meng simply cupped water in his hands, washed his face clean, and enjoyed the soothing feeling of water running over his cheeks.

Afterward, he found the Witch.

"Witch, help me paint on new Totem Patterns."

"Okay."

The Witch of the Frog Tribe took out the pigments from the Beast Hide Bag she carried with her, mixed them with water, and then, using her fingers, began to paint on Huo Meng’s face, bit by bit.

The Totem Pattern of the Frog Tribe wasn’t complicated; it was a rounded giant frog with relatively long legs, painted in an abstract way, looking somewhat comical.

In fact, the Totem Patterns of different tribes were all somewhat similar, with only a few tribes having particularly aesthetic Totem Patterns.

Because you couldn’t expect every tribe’s first-generation Witch to be a painting genius.

Perhaps a certain Witch was particularly gifted in painting, but they could only make the lines look a bit nicer, not daring to alter the Totem Pattern substantially.

Only some large tribes with long heritages could gradually refine their Totem Patterns to look nicer through generations of Witches’ continuous tweaks.

After the Witch of the Frog Tribe finished painting the Totem Pattern, Huo Meng said, "Remember to paint the Six-Color Warrior Pattern, and make it bold."

The Witch of the Frog Tribe nodded, then took out six types of pigments, mixed them, and painted them one by one on Huo Meng’s face.

"Done."

After the Witch of the Frog Tribe finished painting, she packed up all the pigments, which were very important to her.

Huo Meng looked at his reflection on the calmer surface of the water, nodded with satisfaction.

Although his actual power was only three-color, as long as his face bore the six colors, paired with his tall and imposing stature, he was still quite intimidating.

"Are we really going to the Southern Wilderness? I feel that if we go a bit further, the environment is already quite nice, with forests, water, and prey."

The Witch of the Frog Tribe was not very enthusiastic about migrating all the way to the Southern Wilderness, because their understanding of it was limited to the descriptions of those two people from the Vine Tribe.

Huo Meng retorted, "Witch, what season is it now?"

"Winter."

"Yes, winter. But here, not to mention snow, we don’t even need to wear thick Beast Hide Clothing. I remember it wasn’t like this before."

The Witch of the Frog Tribe frowned slightly, but said nothing.

"The place our Frog Tribe has lived for generations was once a large forest, and the water of the Divine Lake was always abundant. Every winter, it would snow, and our giant frogs would hibernate in burrows."

"But what happened later? In just a dozen years, everything changed."

"The rain from the sky became infrequent, and it no longer snowed in winter. The large forest vanished, the Divine Lake dried up, and the giant frogs stopped hibernating."

Huo Meng pointed to the ground and continued, "Now this place is also hot, and rain is rare. If we stay here, who knows if it will become like the place we used to live?"

"Since we have already started on the migration path and have walked for so long, why not migrate directly to the Southern Wilderness?"

"Even if it’s just close to the Southern Wilderness, we won’t need to make such a long migration like now in the future."

After hearing Huo Meng’s words, the Witch of the Frog Tribe sighed softly and said, "You make a good point, but the road is too long. Haven’t we encountered enough dangers along the way?"

"Witch, even if we find a place nearby to settle, can we guarantee there will be no danger? It’s impossible."

The Witch of the Frog Tribe nodded helplessly, acknowledging Huo Meng’s argument.

"I’ll lead the warriors for hunting first."

Huo Meng left the stream’s side, a giant frog following closely behind.

In fact, most people of the Frog Tribe shared the same view as the Witch; the Southern Wilderness was too far. They just wanted to find a good place to settle down.

If it weren’t for Huo Meng’s perseverance, the Frog Tribe might not have made it here.

Huo Meng was also very tired, especially when no one understood him, a type of exhaustion that was even more overwhelming.

But for the continuation and even the flourishing of the Frog Tribe, he had to persist.

As he had said, there was no absolutely safe place on this land. Even if settled, they could be invaded or even wiped out by other tribes.

In that case, why settle for mere survival?

Only by migrating to a place truly suited for the Frog Tribe’s survival could they have a chance to thrive. Otherwise, without a Totem God, insufficient population, and undesirable living conditions, the Frog Tribe could face extinction at any time.

"Follow me, let’s go hunting!"

Huo Meng straightened his back, lifted his head, and led the way into the forest ahead.

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