Chapter 473: Instantly Cowardly Fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe

Chapter 473: Instantly Cowardly Fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe

The sun set and rose again and then set once more.

The Fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe, holding a weapon, was leading his people on their journey.

Along the way, he occasionally kicked the two exhausted and injured Donkey Tribe members who had been leading them. They were weary from fear, injury, and the long trek.

The leader was impatient to reach the tribe with the salt and pottery and seize it all, but frustratingly, despite traveling for so long, they had not yet arrived.

So, the two Donkey Tribe guides suffered greatly.

As the light grew brighter and the forest ended, glimpses of the outside landscape appeared through the trees. One of the battered Donkey Tribe members pointed outside and spoke urgently.

Though the Flying Snake leader couldn’t understand the words, he guessed the general meaning. It seemed they had arrived at the tribe’s location.

Upon hearing this, the Flying Snake leader was uncontrollably excited. Finally, they were almost there!

He focused intently on the forest’s edge.

Through the sparse trees and over a bare stretch of land, his gaze settled on a yellowish-brown cliff.

The Flying Snake leader was momentarily stunned. There was no sign of the cave—how could they have arrived?

Just as he was about to kick the Donkey Tribe member, he was suddenly taken aback.

After a moment of confusion, he turned his head sharply toward the cliff.

His eyes were fixed on the yellowish-brown cliff, and he was momentarily dazed.

Memories of several years ago came rushing back to his mind.

Thick snow, fallen tribesmen, the yellowish-brown cliff, people standing on the cliff, thrown spears, and steaming blood...

The scene from his memory gradually merged with the cliff before him, disorienting the Flying Snake leader.

His previous ambitions and fierceness were suddenly frozen in place.

The tribe with the valuable pottery and salt was indeed the same tribe that had once caused him a significant loss.

What a coincidence!

Of course, not everyone felt this way. A few Flying Snake tribe members, who had fought in the brutal battle against the Green Sparrow Tribe years ago, reacted similarly to the leader.

Finally, someone voiced their confusion. The Flying Snake leader, wanting to hit the person who spoke, thought better of it and restrained himself. He angrily pointed toward the forest's edge and shouted in a low voice.

After a while, the Flying Snake tribe members understood the situation.

As they looked toward that direction, their faces were marked by fear and a hint of panic.

It turned out that the tribe with the salt and pottery was indeed the same one that had once defeated them so badly.

This revelation hit them like a bucket of cold water, leaving them momentarily stunned.

They looked to the Fourth Leader of the Flying Snake Tribe, waiting for him to decide.

The leader, feeling conflicted between wanting to avoid the terrifying tribe and his unwillingness to give up the valuable pottery and salt, remained silent for a moment.

Eventually, he sent someone to observe the situation up close before making any further decisions.

He instructed the others to stay hidden and, along with three companions, cautiously approached the edge of the forest.

They crouched by the grass at the forest’s edge, nervously surveying the open area and the yellowish-brown cliff.

The distance was still too great to look at the tribe’s situation, but the Flying Snake leader dared not get any closer. The open area made it easy to be spotted.

The memory of past encounters made him wary of making any reckless moves.

Additionally, people were near the yellowish-brown cliff holding various items, but it was unclear what they were doing.

Getting closer would increase the risk of being discovered.

As the Flying Snake leader quietly observed the yellowish-brown cliff, the sun’s rays cast a daunting shadow, making the cliff appear even more imposing and forbidding.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of drums echoed from afar, accompanied by urgent shouts.

The people near the yellowish-brown cliff immediately rushed to the other side.

The Flying Snake leader’s heart raced. Having been here before, he knew this was the warning signal of the tribe ahead!