I am a primitive

These damned people are very powerful in fighting.

However, her mouth was tightly gagged, no matter how much she yelled, it was useless, she could only make a meaningless whine!

She couldn't express half of what she wanted to express.

What is happening outside has not changed in any way because of her efforts.

In the midst of the noisy voices, after hearing the words that could not stop ringing out from the courage of her own people, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe's eyes suddenly widened.

The whining sound from his mouth became more urgent.

His face was bulging with blue veins.

The whole body couldn't help twisting, and the bound hands and feet were struggling desperately.

So much so that the places where they were tied up were all worn out and bloody.

Where the two feet were, on the hard ground, a crater was forcibly kicked out by the maiden of the Red Tiger Tribe.

All she did was in vain.

While she was struggling desperately, people from the Pegasus tribe charged on horseback.

The leader of the Red Tiger Tribe led his people towards the Pegasus Tribe.

After killing a member of the Pegasus tribe, he was knocked down by a horse and then trampled by the horse's hooves beyond recognition...

Blood is flowing, life is passing, and the air is filled with the smell of blood.

The noisy voice gradually subsided.

The voices of the Red Tiger Tribe were no longer heard outside, only the laughter of the evil Pegasus Tribe, resounding like a devouring demon.

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, who was struggling and humming desperately, stopped moving.

She was lying there, her body relaxed, she looked as if she was dead, and tears flowed out like a spring...

"#￥#WW3..."

The chief of the Pegasus tribe rode back with a smile on his face.

His face, body, and the horse he was leading were all stained with blood, looking hideous like a demon.

The smile on his face not only didn't make him kind, but made him look even more ferocious!

Behind him are people riding or leading horses.

Among these people, many of them held several blood-stained bronze weapons in their hands.

These are their trophies!

These weapons are not simple, each weapon represents a living life that has passed away!

Belongs to the life of the Red Tiger tribe!

Among the lost lives was the life of the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe...

The witch of the Red Tiger Tribe, who was lying there crying and almost collapsed before, stopped crying, and she looked extraordinarily calm with tears on her face at this moment...

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When wars broke out between tribes, women and young children of the defeated tribe were left behind, and then they were brought back to their own tribe to make their own tribe stronger. This is almost what many tribes would do.

In their eyes, the women who will bear children, and the children who have been born, will save them a lot of effort and eat a lot of their tribe's food, as good as food and other things they get!

There are also many Pegasus tribes that have wars with other tribes because of things like robbing pastures, and they are very familiar with these things.

Therefore, there is now a situation where the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe and the other women of the Red Tiger Tribe are tied hands by them, led by ropes, and walk towards the distance.

During this process, the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe seemed very calm.

She didn't resist anything, she seemed a little dull and let the Pegasus tribe do what she wanted.

This kind of reaction was even worse than that of many women from the Nest Tribe who had just joined the Red Tiger Tribe not long ago.

When these female primitive people were tied with ropes by the people of the Pegasus tribe and pulled away from the Red Tiger tribe, they still knew how to struggle to express their resistance.

As a result, the brutal Pegasus tribesman slapped him several times with the pole of the weapon in his hand.

The witches of the Red Tiger tribe did not struggle, so they were not beaten.

There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining brightly.

I don't know if it's because the Red Tiger Tribe did too many bad things before, but God doesn't feel half sad about what happened to the Red Tiger Tribe now.

Use the clear sky, the glowing sun, and the bright sunshine to express your mood at this moment.

Of course, it is also possible that God, who is silently looking down on everything, has already seen such things a lot.

In its eyes, this kind of thing may not be much different from wolves preying on sheep, eagles hunting birds, and leopards fighting for territory and mating rights.

If one dies, sees some sad things happen, and cries bitterly, and shed some worthless and sad tears, then the land where everyone lives has already been submerged by the monstrous flood...

Under the bright sunshine, the germinated rice in the cleared paddy fields is slowly stretching, receiving the sunshine.

When the breeze hits, they sway slightly in the wind, enjoying the wind and sunshine.

In this wind and sunshine, grow to your heart's content.

The built and unbuilt huts stand in this wind and in this sunshine.

It was still as silent as ever.

In the open space in front of the house, there were corpses lying on the ground in various postures.

These corpses were completely unrecognizable at this time, and there were dense layers of flies crawling on them.

"Boom~"

An unattractive bird flapped its wings and landed on the side of a dead body. Such a movement startled a lot of flies...

Led by the Pegasus tribesmen on horseback, the witches of the Red Tiger tribe kept walking forward, turned their heads, and stopped looking at the half-built place that had brought them so much hope.

These pictures were frozen in her mind...

It didn't take long for the newly built tribe of the Red Tiger tribe to lose all living people.

Everyone has left, and there is no peace here.