This Is My Primitive Tribe Chapter 269

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In the middle of the Southern Wilderness, the ancestral land of the rat tribe.

This is a forest that has been burned by fire. There are a lot of scorch marks in the forest. The collapsed houses have been covered with grass, and the underground caves are also covered with moss.

The squirrel walked among the ruins, feeling very sad.

The former rat tribe was once strong and prosperous, but now, it has been torn apart and has no permanent residence.

He saw a boulder with the totem pattern of the rat tribe carved on it, but it was also damaged, with traces of scorching, smearing, and knocking on it.

Squirrel stroked the totem pattern, looked at the desolate and ruined tribe, and secretly clenched his fists.

"If this time, I can successfully become the leader..."

Squirrel didn't say the following words, because he knew very well that it was almost impossible to restore the former prosperity and strength of the rat tribe.

The totem **** of the rat tribe has fallen. Without the protection of the totem god, it is difficult to survive in this dangerous land.

The squirrel walked around the ruined ancestral land, and then returned to the underside of the large stone engraved with totem patterns. He took out five kinds of paints, a bag of water, and a stone with pits.

He first poured the black paint into the pit of the stone, then poured some water, stirred it, dipped the paint with his fingers, and painted the totem pattern of the rat tribe on his face.

The totem pattern of the rat tribe is the image of a rat head with fangs, which looks very fierce.

Squirrel already didn't know how many times he had drawn the totem pattern for himself, and he quickly finished drawing it.

He then dumped the black paint, washed the pits, and started using a second paint.

The second is green. After he added water and stirred it, he directly drew a horizontal line on the cheeks of his left and right cheeks.

This is a warrior pattern, which represents the strength of a warrior and is also an honor.

Warrior patterns are particular. One color can only use green to draw one pattern, two-color warriors use green and red to draw two lines, three-color warriors use green, red, and yellow to draw three lines... and so on.

The squirrel used to be a relatively weak one-colored warrior, who could only draw a warrior pattern.

But now, after finishing one painting, he did not stop, and started to mix the second paint to paint the second red warrior pattern.

After painting the second line, he immediately drew the third yellow warrior pattern and the fourth blue warrior pattern!

After drawing four warrior patterns in a row, he stopped his slightly trembling hand, feeling indescribably excited.

This is the first time he has painted the four-color warrior pattern, and he feels like a dream, which is particularly unreal.

In just one winter, he changed from a weak one-color warrior to a powerful four-color warrior, and no one would believe him.

But all this is not without cost.

In the squirrel's body, the seed left by the vine had sprouted and wrapped his heart, and a green vine grew out of his back.

This green vine, usually like a tattoo, is hidden under his skin. Once it needs to absorb nutrients, or if the squirrel encounters an accident, it will be revealed.

New vines need to absorb a lot of nutrients, therefore, squirrels often involuntarily walk into dangerous virgin forests, actively or passively grab prey for the vines.

When he encounters a prey that he cannot solve, the vine will appear, kill the prey, and absorb the flesh and blood of the prey.

In return, every time Shenteng draws a prey, he will distribute a part of the essence to the squirrel, strengthening his musculoskeletal muscles, internal organs and so on.

Therefore, the squirrel's strength can be rapidly improved in a short period of time and become a powerful four-color warrior.

At the same time, the squirrel can also take away the skin and teeth of the prey, in exchange for a large amount of materials.

These supplies, in addition to the things he used, he would bring back to the gathering place and tell others that he stole the things according to his ability.

He gave some of the things directly to the leader, so that the leader would admire him and even treat him as a cronie, and part of it was privately distributed to some of the Rat tribe warriors he was optimistic about to win people over.

As Jiang Xuan said, as long as the squirrel does not betray the Vine tribe, this seed will bring him huge benefits.

But if the squirrel had the idea of ​​getting rid of the vine tribe, or even betraying the vine tribe, the **** vine could kill him at any time.

After painting the totem pattern, the squirrel's eyes became sharp.

He checked his weapons, poisoning the blade of each weapon.

Afterwards, he brought everything, took a last look at the ruined ancestral land and the blurred totem pattern on the boulder, then straightened his back and strode towards the direction of residence.

His strength is already strong enough, and he doesn't want to hold back any longer.

He's going to kill the leader and take his place!

That night, the squirrel returned to the vicinity of the residence and hid, and did not show up for the time being.

The rat tribe warriors who went out to steal and hunt came out of caves one after another, and then disappeared into the forest.

The rat tribe is different from other tribes, they are used to sleeping during the day and going out at night.

The squirrel hid in a cave, recharged and continued to wait patiently.

The night passed quickly.

The next day, when it was just dawn, the Rat tribe warriors who went out came back one after another.

At this time, the leader of the rat tribe leading these warriors will appear on the ground to check today's harvest.

In the place where the squirrel is, there are about two hundred rat tribesmen. Except for the old and the weak, everyone else needs to go out to hunt, gather and steal.

As for the sick, immobilized, and disabled clansmen, they would be ruthlessly driven out by the leader, leaving them to fend for themselves in the dangerous virgin forest.

When the sky gradually brightened, more than 200 clan members gathered, and the leader finally appeared.

He emerged from a forest with a plump gray rabbit in his hand.

In the tribal era when everyone could not have enough to eat, as a leader, he also needed to work, and the same was true for the leader of the rat tribe.

The leader put the gray rabbit on the ground, and then began to check the tribe's harvest today.

This is the happiest time of his day, because he can choose the best things for himself from the things he has harvested.

This is one of the privileges of being a leader.

The squirrel was refreshed and came out of the cave. He was holding a spear, and there was a large bronze knife coin given to him by Jiang Xuan hidden in the animal skin coat. The blade was sharpened by him and quenched with poison.

Squirrel bowed his head as usual and quickly walked to the leader's side.

The leader was busy choosing good things at this time, and when he saw the squirrel coming, he glanced at him.

"Squirrel, you came just in time, help me find out which piece of animal meat is the best..."

The leader paused in the middle of his words, because he saw that there were four warrior marks on the face of the squirrel.

You know, even the leader himself is only a three-color warrior with only three warrior patterns on his face.

The leader's face sank, and he said displeasedly: "Squirrel, you are only a one-colored warrior, what qualifications do you have to draw four warrior patterns? Don't you want to wipe it off?"

The squirrel said in a panic: "Boss, I just... just want to have fun... This is wiped, this is wiped..."

When he was talking, he had already walked to the leader. He held a spear and pretended to look up to wipe the warrior tattoo on his face.

When he raised his hand to a certain height, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he held the spear in both hands and stabbed the leader fiercely!

No one expected such a change, including the fact that the squirrel had already been regarded as the leader of the cronies.

The distance between the two was too close, and when the leader wanted to escape, it was too late.

"puff!"

The spear stabbed into the leader's chest fiercely and spun in a circle.

"you…"

Blood poured out, and the leader felt that his strength was being quickly drained.

He wanted to fight back, but the paralyzing feeling in his body made him lose the strength to fight back.

That spear is poisoned!

"boom!"

The squirrel kicked the leader to the ground, drew out his spear, and stabbed him in the neck again.

"Grumble rumble..."

"Ho...ho..."

The leader's hands covered his neck weakly, his eyes staring at the squirrel, very unwilling.

All of this is slow to say, and actually only happens for a short period of time.

When the surrounding rat tribe fighters reacted, the leader had been stabbed to death by the squirrel with two spears.

"The squirrel killed the leader!"

"kill him!"

The leader also cultivated a few real cronies. After these cronies reacted, they immediately held their weapons in anger and rushed towards the squirrel.

Unfortunately, they are only two-color warriors, and the squirrel is now a four-color warrior.

"Puff puff!"

The squirrel easily roamed the siege of several people, and the spear in his hand was constantly stained with blood. Not long after, the cronies of the former leaders also fell in a pool of blood.

Until they died, they were unwilling to believe that the squirrel had become so powerful.

Most of the other rat tribes had benefited from the squirrel during this time, and the leader was dead. The squirrel looked very powerful, and for a while, they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, Squirrel carried a **** spear and stepped on the chest of the original leader, and said, "From today onwards, I will be your leader. If anyone doesn't agree, come and try!"

The clansmen of the Rat Tribe are inherently timid, and now the squirrels look like killing gods, which makes them very afraid, who would dare to go?

Among them, one of the clansmen who had been captured by the squirrel was the first to shout: "Chief squirrel, chief squirrel..."

Immediately afterwards, other people who had a good relationship with the squirrel also responded and shouted.

People follow the herd. When a group of people is shouting, the others can only shout, and they shout loudly, for fear that the squirrels will think they are not convinced and kill them.

The squirrel finally showed a smile on his face after listening to the shouts of more than 200 clansmen.

From today onwards, he is no longer a nobody, but a tribal leader who manages more than 200 people!

Of course, his ambitions don't stop there. He hopes to incorporate several other forces of the Rat Tribe in the future to rebuild the Rat Tribe and become a real tribal leader!

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