Chapter 471: Fight a way out

Chapter 471: Fight a way out

“Help!”

The fourth leader of the Flying Snake Tribe did not expect to be discovered before reaching the Donkey Tribe's cave.

However, he reacted quickly. Almost as soon as the woman's voice sounded, his command followed.

The Flying Snake Tribe members stopped hiding and charged straight at the cave entrance, swiftly moving stones and pushing away the stone slabs.

Before the main force of the Donkey Tribe could reach the cave entrance to hold the stone slabs in place, the slabs were already being pushed inward.

The woman who had given the warning couldn’t dodge in time, and a falling stone slab crushed her leg, twisting the bone and causing her to scream in pain.

The Flying Snake Tribe members ignored her and trampled over her like a pack of hungry wolves, viciously attacking the others inside the cave.

The fourth leader of the Flying Snake Tribe, carrying a stone spear, approached last and casually used his spear to kill the Donkey Tribe woman who had been trampled on the ground.

Watching the chaotic scene inside, he wore a cruel smile.

This tribe wasn’t the damned tribe. Even if they discovered his tribe in advance, it would be useless; his tribe would still kill them!

Of course, the woman's early warning had its effect. If she hadn’t alerted the Donkey Tribe leader and given them some time to prepare, the situation for the Donkey Tribe would have been even worse!

“A!”

The sudden warning cry and the ensuing battle left the Donkey Tribe leader and his people feeling unprepared.

They had never anticipated a conflict with another tribe; they wanted to trade peacefully. Yet, the battle erupted suddenly.

And it took place right in their cave!

The Donkey Tribe leader was even more enraged when he recognized that these attackers were from a tribe they had previously traded with and whom he considered lazy.

He swung his stone spear desperately, trying to kill the invaders, but the combat was not the strong suit of his tribe.

Members of the Donkey Tribe were continuously struck by the enemy, either falling to the ground or being killed outright.

Two children who had not managed to retreat to the back were directly impaled by a Flying Snake Tribe member's spear!

With bloodshot eyes, the Donkey Tribe leader faced brutal attacks from the enemies and could only retreat continuously!

After waiting a little longer, he could no longer hold back and shouted.

Only by escaping quickly could they avoid the destruction of their tribe.

The Flying Snake Tribe members surged forward, and the four blocking the path were quickly overwhelmed like small sand mounds on the coast being swept away by a huge wave.

However, this brief delay provided the fleeing Donkey Tribe members with a valuable opportunity.

They fled desperately, quickly increasing the distance between themselves and the Flying Snake Tribe.

After a while of chasing, the Flying Snake Tribe members, seeing no results, eventually gave up.

Breathing heavily and victorious, they returned to the cave they had just captured.

There, a feast awaited them—a feast for the victors.

As they passed the four fallen Donkey Tribe members, they carried them off, smiling, towards the cave, like hunters returning with their prey.

Inside the cave, it was a scene of devastation. The previous warmth was gone, replaced by the strong smell of blood and the bodies scattered on the ground.

The fourth leader of the Flying Snake Tribe looked at the pottery and food grimly.

In the past, receiving such a large pottery and nearly a jar of precious salt would have made him cheer with joy. But now, he felt only disappointment and anger.

The reason was that the current haul was far from what he had anticipated.

He clearly remembered how much valuable pottery and salt the Donkey Tribe had carried when he first encountered them.

They were willing to trade these precious items for less important furs, showing just how much pottery and salt their tribe had!

However, the reality was highly disappointing.

The amount of pottery and salt stored in this tribe was significant, but the gap from his expectations was too large.

It was far less than what the Donkey Tribe had taken to trade with other tribes.

He had hoped for a big score but ended up with this, worsening his mood.

“Where are these from?!”

After a while, he suddenly grabbed an injured Donkey Tribe member who was cowering to the side and, pointing at the pottery and salt, loudly demanded to know how they had come by these items.