This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 480: 284: Locust Tribe
Capítulo 480: Chapter 284: Locust Tribe
The locusts were still ravenously devouring the forest, and swarms of them kept flying in from the northwest, seemingly endless.
The warriors from the Vine Tribe and the Mountain Turtle Tribe, as well as two subsidiary tribes, found their initial fervor fading as they faced more and more locusts, and a growing sense of despair bloomed in their hearts.
Even the poultry and giant frogs developed a noticeable aversion to eating locusts, especially steering clear of those that had mutated and become highly poisonous.
“It’s no wonder locust plagues are always associated with famine; these creatures are truly terrifying.”
Jiang Xuan stood atop a low hill, gazing at the forest that had been stripped bare before him, and the mutated locusts displaying various bright colors with fierce aggression.
It was only then that he realized the locust plague was far more formidable than he had imagined, and that extinguishing it through conventional means was utterly impossible.
Just as he hesitated over whether to ask the Totem God for help, Thorn Vine Leader Feng Chao hurriedly came to him, conveying an important piece of intelligence.
“Leader, our people have discovered a tribe behind these locusts.”
“This tribe is called the Locust Tribe, and their Guardian God is a female locust.”
“Our people also found that the endless locusts are flying out from areas the Locust Tribe has passed through!”
Jiang Xuan was astonished and said, “So this locust plague is not only a natural disaster but also a man-made one?”
Feng Chao nodded and said, “If it weren’t for the Locust Tribe, these locusts wouldn’t have mutated so quickly, and we might have been able to hold them back.”
“What is the strength of the Locust Tribe?”
“It’s hard to say. The Locust Tribe is using this locust plague to crazily annex other tribes, and their population grows almost daily. Their current strength is much stronger than ordinary medium-sized tribes.”
“So strong…”
Jiang Xuan frowned; it seemed dealing with this Locust Tribe wouldn’t be easy.
When he heard that the Locust Tribe had a female locust as a Guardian God, he was somewhat excited in his heart.
Because such large swarms of locusts were difficult to deal with, if they could capture that female locust, they could use her to control the locust swarms and resolve the plague.
But if the Locust Tribe was very powerful, capturing the female locust would be challenging, and they would even have to guard against the Locust Tribe targeting the Vine Tribe.
Jiang Xuan pondered for a moment and said, “Continue to scout out information on the Locust Tribe. It’s best to understand the situation thoroughly and report any developments to me in time.”
“Yes!”
Feng Chao saluted Jiang Xuan, then turned and left hurriedly, soon disappearing from sight.
Jiang Xuan stood there as a red locust flew over his head. He reached out and grabbed it accurately, examining it repeatedly in his hand, seemingly trying to discern something.
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Southern Wilderness, northwest region.
Countless locusts swirled in the sky. Among them, some had already mutated into super locusts, their size many times larger than ordinary locusts, with wingspans over a meter long.
A black and red super locust perched on a corpse, tearing at the flesh with its chewing mouthparts, blood all over its mouth.
An old man stood beside the super locust, his face covered with totem patterns resembling locusts, looking bizarre and sinister.
“Eat, eat, you are the first locust of our Locust Tribe to eat meat, eat more…”
The old man’s eyes were filled with fervor because, according to the legends passed down by generations of witches, the appearance of meat-eating locusts heralded the rise of the Locust Tribe.
“Witch, we’ve killed all except for women, children, and those willing to surrender.”
A warrior bathed in blood walked up to the old man and reported to him respectfully.
He was the leader of the Locust Tribe, a Four-Color Warrior, and the old man was the tribe’s witch.
At this moment, they had just destroyed a small tribe, surrounded by ruins, with corpses strewn about in tragic states of death.
The Locust Tribe’s witch nodded and said, “Very good, our Locust Tribe has grown stronger again.”
“In the past, our Locust Tribe could only survive in the desolate lands of the Western Wilderness, never setting foot in the fertile lands of the Southern Wilderness. Now, our opportunity has come!”
He looked towards the sky, the sun too dazzling to behold, its rays like rolling flames scorching all living things beneath it.
His expression was fervent as he said, “Let this drought last a little longer. Someday, our locusts will devour all the tribes here!”
Upon hearing these words, the leader’s blood boiled with excitement, his expression turning equally fervent.
“Witch, which tribe do we aim to destroy next?” 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
The witch pointed to the locusts flying back and forth in the sky and said, “The locusts know where the food is. We just need to follow the direction they advance.”
“Good!”
The leader excitedly clutched his bloodstained stone spear and strode towards the ruined settlement, urging the warriors of the Locust Tribe to quickly gather the spoils and then take along the women, children, and surrendered warriors to continue their journey.
The witch remained in place, watching as the locusts, sated and quenched, flew southeast.
That direction was precisely towards the area where the Great Swamp tribes and the Vine Tribe were!
The next day, after tidying up and satisfying their hunger, the Locust Tribe continued to follow the swarm of locusts, which loomed like dark clouds. At this time, their population had reached over six thousand, making the group very large.
Such a large tribe couldn’t rely solely on hunting to meet their needs.
They had to closely follow the locust swarm, consuming all the prey along the way, extinguishing all tribes along the path, and plundering every resource.
The Locust Tribe was like a snowball on a steep hillside; once rolling, it couldn’t stop. It either absorbed the snow along the way, growing larger, or crashed into a rock or a tree and shattered to pieces.
There was no other choice.
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Southern Wilderness, Mountain Turtle Tribe.
“Witch, do we really need to keep sending people to fight the locusts? But the more we fight, the more there are, and it wastes our hunting time.”
In the wooden house, Shan Jia sat by the hearth, looking extremely helpless.
The witch of the Mountain Turtle Tribe appeared even older, his skin wrinkled together like orange peel, yet his spirit remained strong, his eyes bright, and his mind clear.
“Shan Jia, since the Vine Tribe is remaining to fight the locusts, we can’t retreat. If we retreat now, the Vine Tribe won’t trust us in the future, no matter what happens.”
“In your eyes, it’s about fighting locusts. In my eyes, it’s a war. Regardless of winning or losing, we should stand with the Vine Tribe.”
“Moreover, those locusts are closer to our Mountain Turtle Tribe’s territory than to the Vine Tribe. If we give up, everything we have now, including the Mushroom Forest, could be severely damaged.”
Shan Jia listened to the witch and found some sense in it, but he still felt a bit hopeless in the face of the overwhelming locusts.
“Witch, this year has been a drought, and we haven’t stored much food. If this continues, what will we eat in winter?”
The Mountain Turtle Tribe’s witch slowly took out a burnt turtle shell and said, “Shan Jia, as the tribe leader, you must learn to remain calm. I have already foretold that things will soon turn around.”
Shan Jia looked at the turtle shell with scorch marks and saw a very strange crack that made a big turn at a certain point and then abruptly stopped…
