Chapter 780: The Wall-Climbing Female Primitive Copper Mountain Residential Area. The leading old primitive suddenly stopped walking, standing in the grass that reached up to his waist. He stared wide-eyed at the white mist that occasionally rose at the foot of Copper Mountain, momentarily stunned. It wasn’t just him—several others following behind also watched the rising white smoke in amazement. They had never seen such a strange sight before. Among them, one of the more timid ones couldn’t help but tug on the animal skin of a person beside her, whispering in fear. The old primitive at the front turned his head upon hearing her and spoke to them. Having said that, the old primitive gathered his courage, took up his stick, and led the way forward. After walking a short distance, the old primitive stopped again, frozen in place. What stunned him was not anything else, but the large stretch of flat land where no trees grew. He remembered that when he had come here before, this place had been covered with dense trees. How come they were all gone now? Could it have been a wildfire? Just like the one he had witnessed before, where the fire had burned all the trees in that area? The thought startled the old primitive. Especially recalling the terrifying scene of the wildfire, his legs trembled slightly. Those following him had also seen the wildfire before, so when the old primitive remembered that dreadful event, some of the people behind also thought of it. “[inaudible fearful sound]” Not long ago, a female primitive who had shown fear and wanted to turn back became even more frightened. She mentioned the wildfire and again suggested turning back. Her voice was trembling as she spoke. Before she said this, not everyone in the group had associated the scene before them with the terrible wildfire. But once she said it, they all recalled the horrific scene, and many, overwhelmed by fear, wanted to retreat. The old primitive wanted to turn back as well, but thinking of the mission they had yet to accomplish, he forcibly suppressed that urge. After all, this concerned the future livelihood of the entire tribe. The old primitive turned his head and spoke softly to them, pointing at the treeless land. He meant that even if there had been a wildfire before, that was long ago. Now, grass had grown thick and high, up to their ankles. It was safe to pass through. Hearing this, everyone came to their senses. Indeed, there was no fire now. Even if a wildfire had happened before, it was a long time ago. They had just been terrified by the thought of the wildfire, but now they reacted clearly, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked at the old, primitive creature. What they didn’t know was that the old primitive, who seemed calm, was slightly trembling with his hands hidden in front of him. Just as the old primitive breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to lead the group forward again, someone spoke up once more. It was the timid female again, a primitive. She pointed tremblingly at the white mist wavering above, her eyes full of fear. The group stopped again, all eyes turning to the strange, sparsely vegetated mountain peak and the peculiar cliff below it. The white mist rising intermittently was coming from behind that strange cliff. Hearing this, the already nervous old primitive shuddered again. He quickly looked around, confirmed there was no fire nearby, and spoke again, telling everyone to ignore the rising mist and focus on their mission. That mist was not smoke from a fire. The old primitive had no intention of paying attention to the mist. Now, after arriving here, they were close to the powerful and evil Flying Snake Tribe, which was the real threat they needed to fear. He hoped that the powerful and evil tribe was no longer living here, that they had left—ideally, they had been burnt away by the previous wildfire! If so, their tribe would be safe and could live peacefully in their original caves, hunting and gathering food nearby. After saying this, he didn’t go towards Copper Mountain but changed direction. Walking that way, they would soon reach the large cave once inhabited by the Flying Snake Tribe, even though they moved slowly and cautiously. At the foot of Copper Mountain, inside a stone-walled enclosure, Third Senior Brother, who had quietly drawn his bow, loosened the string again, watching these strange uninvited guests with suspicion. Today, Third Senior Brother was on guard, stationed on the watchtower built atop the stone wall. He had noticed these few people as soon as they appeared at the edge of the fields. He hadn’t immediately sounded the alarm because their number was too small, and as everyone in the tribe was inside the stone walls, they posed no real threat. Besides that, he had been here for a year or two, and apart from people from his own tribe, he had never seen outsiders before. He was very curious to see what these people wanted to do. He also wanted to know where they came from, how many people were in their tribe, and whether they had any special goods. So he hadn’t sounded the alarm bell yet. Instead, he hid his presence carefully and watched them closely, so as not to scare away these cautious strangers. “Get everything ready. Don’t let the outsiders see us…” Third Senior Brother quietly gave orders to the people inside the stone walls. The people inside became excited. Each of them crept like hunters who had spotted prey, hiding in the shadows and watching for signs of the target. When they attacked the Semi-Farming tribe years ago, many of them hadn’t participated. So now, seeing people from other tribes besides their own in the Copper Mountain residential area, and that these strangers were still relatively close to them, it would be strange if they weren’t excited. While the people inside Copper Mountain prepared quietly, the group of five or six walked toward the Flying Snake Tribe’s cave for a while, but then stopped again. The one who called for the stop was still the cautious old primitive walking at the front. Sweat had broken out on the old primitive’s forehead—not from heat or fatigue, but from extreme tension. As someone who once lived on this land, he knew all too well how terrifying the nearby tribe was. If it weren’t for that, their tribe wouldn’t have abandoned their old caves and traveled north, carrying weapons, pelts, and food, to find a new place to live. In the north, after a difficult period, their tribe finally got a foothold and lived a relatively stable life. But the good times didn’t last. After living there for some time, the winters grew colder and longer than before. After two consecutive years when people in the tribe died from freezing and starvation, their leader decided to leave that cold place and lead the tribe back to their original home. Because their original home had milder winters and the surrounding caves had abundant, easily accessible food. So, after the ice and snow melted and the weather warmed this year, under the leader’s guidance, they left the cold north and returned south to their old caves. The food around the caves was still easy to find, and even more abundant than when they were there before, due to their absence. Naturally, they were happy to return to their old caves, but amidst the joy lingered a persistent worry. That worry was the powerful and evil Flying Snake Tribe, who had once forced them to relocate. Due to this ongoing fear, they made the trip today. Their primary purpose was to scout and determine whether the strong and evil tribe still resided here. The old primitive had once been captured by the evil Flying Snake Tribe, but was very lucky to escape. Therefore, he led this scouting mission to investigate the Flying Snake Tribe. The reason he called for a stop now was that he suddenly recalled the situation when they had fled from the Flying Snake Tribe. Back then, several people escaped together, but only one ultimately succeeded in getting away. The memory made him realize that the more people who went to spy on the evil Flying Snake Tribe, the less safe it might be. If too many were discovered, escaping would be even harder. Also, the tribe’s adult population had decreased over the years. If they were all caught by the Flying Snake Tribe, it would be disastrous for their own tribe. The old primitive turned to the others and said: He meant to tell them to wait here for him while he went alone to the Flying Snake Tribe’s cave to observe. He warned them that if they saw him being chased by a large group, they must not hesitate—they should turn around and run immediately. After giving these instructions, the old primitive bit down hard on his slightly broken tooth and turned toward the Flying Snake Tribe’s cave. Those who had come with him were both happy and worried upon hearing this. Some wanted to accompany him, but the old primitive refused. Under the worried yet moved gazes of the others, the old primitive strode toward the Flying Snake Tribe’s cave. “Do they really think I’m old? If I run, not one of them can catch me.” The old primitive thought to himself carefully as he went. Under the anxious watch of the others, the old primitive gradually disappeared from view. The few people left standing there were worried, nervous, and somewhat confused as they watched him leave. After a brief silence, the timid female primitive turned and pointed at the strange cliff beneath Copper Mountain. Her words suddenly brightened the anxious group’s eyes. There were no trees around to climb, except that strange mountain; that cliff was the highest point nearby. From there, they could see far and watch the old primitive’s movements better. So, they turned and headed quickly toward the Copper Mountain courtyard of the Green Sparrow Tribe. On the stone wall of Copper Mountain residential area, Third Senior Brother crouched low with only his eyes visible, quietly watching these strange people. He swallowed the words he had just wanted to say. Seeing these sudden visitors seemingly leaving, Third Senior Brother wanted to have the courtyard gates opened and capture them. This update ıs available on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 But before he could speak, except for the one leading the primitive, the others turned back, coming directly toward their tribe. This made him even more curious about what these people intended. “Don’t let them see us, wait for them to come…” Third Senior Brother quietly instructed the excited Green Sparrow Tribe members hiding behind the wall. Everyone nodded in understanding. While the Green Sparrow Tribe prepared quietly, the unknown group approached the Copper Mountain enclosure walls. Climbing the steep, sheer cliff was not easy. Two people tried climbing twice but failed, then began discussing how to get up the cliff. After a moment, three people squatted down. The relatively slender female primitive was pushed by their hands to climb onto the rock face. When the woman was lifted past their heads by their strong hands, the three looked up and immediately saw a different view. Behind the walls, Third Senior Brother and others who had waited a long time reached out toward the emerging female primitive…