I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 488: Sharpening the knife, aiming at the rhinoceros

While Mao received the forgiveness of the people of the Green Sparrow tribe, news of the evil tribe's larger number of adults and the presence of a terrifying unicorn spread throughout the Green Sparrow tribe.

The people were shocked; they hadn’t expected such a thing to exist in that tribe.

Seeing their reaction, Tu Mao sighed in relief. This was the proper response—resisting that unicorn was impossible. The only thing one could do in the face of it was to fear and escape.

However, what happened next left him shocked and panicked. Instead of preparing to migrate, the tribe's people were busy organizing their weapons. Some cursed the evil tribe, while others remained silent.

Regardless, their fighting spirit seemed even stronger than before.

Tu Mao was both shocked and anxious. He was shocked that, upon learning about the powerful evil tribe, the people were more determined to fight. He was anxious because the unicorn from the evil tribe was invincible, and staying here would only lead to the cave being breached and many people being killed.

He wanted to tell the esteemed Divine Child about this situation to stop the people from their current course of action. But remembering the fate of the previous person who had tried to speak out, Tu Mao changed his plan and went to find his old chief, Shang.

In his impression, the old chief valued the lives of the tribe’s people highly, and it seemed that the old chief had a high status in this new tribe. He hoped that after hearing his concerns, the old chief would not adopt such a foolish approach.

But Tu Mao was stunned again when he saw the old chief leaving with a wooden stick topped with a stone. His mind was in a daze. He couldn’t believe what he had heard!

The old chief said they had a way to deal with the unicorn. How could that be possible? He had seen the terror of the unicorn firsthand; humans were insignificant in its presence, and its thick skin made it resistant to ordinary weapons.

How could this tribe say they had a way to deal with such a beast? Tu Mao was dizzy from the shock.

He remembered how the unicorn had breached the cave and easily crushed other tribes.

After standing in a daze, Tu Mao could only slowly sit down. Looking at the busy and highly motivated people, he felt a deep discomfort.

He had hoped that after meeting the old chief, he could ultimately leave the evil tribe. But now it seemed that it wouldn’t be long before he had to return…

Meanwhile, Han Cheng was less concerned. Since he knew that the unicorn was a rhinoceros and there was only one, with proper preparation, there was nothing to fear.

He was somewhat excited. Such an opportunity to hunt such a rare creature didn’t come often in the future. Moreover, the horns and skin of the rhinoceros were valuable resources. Whether used for armor, shield covers, belts, or small whips, they were excellent materials.

The Eldest Senior Brother, the Second Eldest Brother, Shang, and many adults of the Green Sparrow tribe enthusiastically dug pits with pickaxes and bone shovels in front of the tribe’s gate.

At this time, Lame, the chief carpenter of the Green Sparrow tribe, had stopped doing other tasks. Armed with an iron axe and accompanied by two apprentices, he was out searching for and cutting down many tree branches, each about as thick as an arm, with a length of over one meter.

He then brought them back to sharpen them with the axe, slightly burned them in the fire, and honed them to make them sharper.

Although this process was quite laborious, Lame and his team worked diligently because the matter concerned the tribe’s survival.

In another part of the Green Sparrow tribe's courtyard, Bai Xue and several others who were not very strong were quickly weaving coarse hemp nets.

At this moment, no one was concerned about saving on hemp skins; instead, they focused on making the nets as sturdy as possible.

As dusk fell, several fires were lit outside the Green Sparrow tribe’s gate. The people, who had been digging the earth for most of the day, continued their work, illuminated by the firelight, digging with renewed effort.

A large pit was growing bigger and deeper with their hard work.

Everything here was the result of their strenuous efforts. After having enjoyed a few years of good days, they could not tolerate the thought of someone coming to take it all away from them.

As the bonfires dwindled, the sweat-covered, mud-streaked workers climbed out of the pit, smiling with satisfaction.

They had previously used such methods to catch ferocious wild boars and to hunt fierce tigers. Although the unicorn, which the Divine Child had called a ‘rhinoceros,’ was terrifying, as long as they dug the pit deep enough and made the wooden stakes long and sharp enough, they were confident they could trap the so-called rhinoceros!

The Divine Child had said this, and the Green Sparrow tribe people firmly believed it.

After learning that the terrifying unicorn was a rhinoceros, some of these people eagerly awaited the evil tribe’s arrival with the rhinoceros.

One of these people was the young shaman Shi Tou, who had studied under the shaman for several years. This boy was deeply obsessed with flying and still couldn’t forget it.

He became excited after hearing Han Cheng say that the terrifying unicorn was called a rhinoceros. Since the name ‘rhinoceros’ also contained the character for ‘cow,’ he wondered if they could eventually fly by wearing its skin.

Shi Tou, who had always wanted to soar to the heavens and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, eagerly anticipated this.

Tu Mao, witnessing the tribe’s reaction and actions, was thoroughly bewildered.

What kind of tribe was this? What kind of people lived here?

Despite thinking of himself as not too foolish, Tu Mao was unable to understand many things after coming to this tribe.

When he learned from the old chief that this tribe was neighboring to their former tribe, Tu Mao was even more confused.

He had visited that tribe before; their numbers were similar to those of his former tribe, living in caves, and their food was not abundant.

How had they transformed so drastically in such a short time?

Exquisite pottery, delicious salt, high walls, and a large population...

Tu Mao stared wide-eyed at everything before him, trying hard to recall.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t connect this affluent, influential, novel tribe with the old, small one he had known.