I thrived in the primitive tribe

Looking at the torrential rain outside the cave, Lu Yao couldn't help but sigh, "The weather during the rainy season is truly like a child's face, changing in an instant."

“Yes,” the Great Shaman echoed Lu Yao’s sentiments, her gaze fixed on the relentless rain outside the cave, her brows furrowed. “Judging from this rainy trend, it seems this rainy season will bring even heavier rainfall than before!” Her words carried a hint of worry and unease.

The rain poured down as if the sky had cracked open, and instead of slowing down over time, it grew heavier and heavier, as if it would submerge the entire world in an endless curtain of rain.

Raindrops pounded violently against the rocks outside the cave, producing rapid and loud sounds that mingled with the distant rumble of thunder, creating a breathtaking natural symphony.

The high priestess watched this scene with deep concern, her heart filled with anxiety about the unknown challenges to come. She knew that something unusual was amiss, but she didn't know what it would be this time.

"I hope nothing serious happens this time. Luckily, we met you this year, Lu Yao, who helped us stockpile enough food. Otherwise, our tribe might have been doomed this cold season. I wonder if the other tribes will be able to get through it."

Hearing the great shaman's worried words, Lu Yao was also very concerned: "It's alright, they should have a way."

"Lu Yao, Great Witch, we're here," the two women said, watching their tribespeople walk in one after another. Their faces were wet with rain, and their hair was sticking to their foreheads, but their eyes shone with determination and hope. They smiled with relief.

"Is everyone here?" the high shaman asked with concern, his gaze sweeping over each member of the tribe to make sure no one was missed.

“Apart from those who have business to attend to, the rest of the clansmen are here,” someone in the crowd replied.

"Alright, let's start learning the characters we'll be learning today." Lu Yao gestured for everyone to sit down in her comfortable spot, which was covered with hay. Then, she gently picked up a carefully selected, smooth-surfaced, and slightly angular stone and began carving on the cave wall.

The tribesmen sitting below also held stones under their feet, learning by following Lu Yao's strokes. Inside the cave, the firelight flickered, illuminating everyone's faces with warmth and gentleness.

At this moment, an indescribable harmony and tranquility filled the air.

The great shaman looked at the scene before him, thinking that no matter how many times he saw it, it still deeply touched his heart.

Just as everyone was studying hard, the chief led a patrol team wearing straw raincoats in, with the team members behind him carrying a seriously injured tribesman.

"Great Shaman, quickly take a look at him." The leader looked at the people sitting in a row in front of him and gestured for them to make room so that they could put the wounded man down.

The once quiet cave suddenly became bustling with activity.

Looking at the cave full of people and the wounded, Lu Yao told everyone to go back to their own caves and review what she had just taught them and what they had learned before. She would ask them questions tomorrow.

Knowing that their presence would only cause trouble, the group, following Lu Yao's instructions, left together without saying a word.

Upon hearing the sound, the high priest immediately ran to the wounded man to check on his condition.

"What happened to you? How did you get so badly injured?" the high shaman asked the leader standing to the side while examining them.

After arranging for her people to return home, Lu Yao also came over to help, handing out medicinal herbs to the high shaman.

Upon hearing the shaman's question, Lu Yao looked at the group of people standing in the cave, who were dripping wet.

"We were patrolling around the tribe as usual today when a bird-like dragon suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pounced on us without saying a word. And that's what you see now." The chief said with a worried expression.

"How did the ornithischians end up here? Don't they always live on the plains?" the great shaman wondered.

"I don't know. I suspect that the continuous heavy rain may have brought some disaster to the plains, forcing them to leave their habitat and migrate towards us."

"Have you found any other dinosaurs that migrated here?" Lu Yao asked doubtfully. "Could it be that this ornithomimid just accidentally wandered over here?"

“What you said is possible, but based on our experience, ornithischians generally don’t migrate alone; they usually migrate in groups,” the leader replied, looking at Lu Yao.

"So that means the bird-like dragon herd should be around here, but one of them found its way here?" Lu Yao asked in alarm.

"Yes, that's my guess." After answering, the chieftain turned back to the high shaman with concern and asked, "How is he? Is his life in danger?"

"It seems there's nothing wrong so far. We've been eating very well lately, and the tribespeople are in much better health than before, so you don't need to worry."

However, he can't do anything strenuous lately; it's best for him to rest in bed. The shaman applied herbs to the wounds of the person lying in front of him.

She instructed Lu Yao to boil the herbs she had given him into a medicinal broth and feed it to the patient later.

"You said you just encountered an Ornithomimus, did you kill it?" the high shaman asked the chief. "Ornithomimus are very vengeful. If we can't eliminate it, we'll be facing a group attack."

"Yes, I know that, otherwise he wouldn't be so badly injured, right?" The chief looked at the tribesman lying on the ground.

"It's because the dinosaur saw that it couldn't beat us and was about to run back to get reinforcements. He tried to stop it, but he couldn't dodge the charging dinosaur and was knocked into a tree, which is why it ended up like this."

"Thanks to the defensive works that Lu Yao had us build, the trenches we dug outside have already filled up quite a bit with water due to the heavy rain these past two days," the leader said, looking at the still unabated downpour outside.

“I suspect that wild animals may have tried to come to our side before, but they may have been blocked by the trench or ran past us to other places.”

"I wonder how many more people will perish here forever during this rainy and cold season."

These words hung over their hearts like a heavy dark cloud, lingering for a long time.

The two stood side by side, their gazes piercing through the sparse gaps in the dense forest, looking towards the distant and blurry horizon, their eyes filled with deep worry and helplessness.

The land beneath their feet has witnessed countless seasons and the joys and sorrows of generations of orcs.

Every flood during the rainy season and every severe cold during the cold season are like nature's relentless tests on the creatures of this land.

Those who were weak, old, or unfortunate enough to suffer from disease and disaster often disappeared silently on the land they loved so much, turning into dust that nourishes all things.

The two sighed deeply, their sighs echoing in the silent air, carrying an indescribable sorrow.

They were not only worried about the unknown fate of their own tribe, but also felt confused and uneasy about the future of the entire orc race.

"I hope our tribe can get through this safely," the high shaman said, silently praying to the beast god.