I thrived in the primitive tribe

After resting for a morning, although the tribespeople were not fully recovered and were filled with concern for the safety of the tribe.

They knew that many wild animal carcasses were scattered around the tribe, and these carcasses were like time bombs that could bring disaster to the tribe at any time.

If left untreated for an extended period, these carcasses will not only attract other greedy wild animals, posing a greater threat, but they will also gradually rot over time, emitting a foul stench, polluting the surrounding air and water, and ultimately affecting the living environment of the entire tribe.

Therefore, despite being slightly tired, the tribespeople resolutely decided to take action again.

They picked up their tools, organized themselves into a team, and prepared to deal with the troublesome carcasses of wild beasts.

Lu Yao and the others followed behind the strong orcs. After confirming that the beasts were no longer capable of attacking, they went forward to help deal with them. They collected the ones that looked decent and prepared to salt them as reserve food.

The remaining inedible wild animals were originally intended to be buried, so they could also serve as nutrients for the large trees in the forest. However, due to their sheer number, digging a pit would be a waste of time and energy.

After discussion, they decided to pile the animal carcasses together and burn them while the rain wasn't too heavy.

Looking at the ever-growing pile of wild animal carcasses, Lu Yao walked up to the leader who was directing everyone to arrange them and said something.

"Chief, why can't we eat these?"

Seeing Lu Yao's confusion, the leader began to explain things to her.

"Some of these animals were eaten by orcs before, and they gradually became sick after eating them; like this one, and this one."

Looking at the animals the leader pointed out to her, Lu Yao thought it might be due to bacteria or viruses on these animals not being killed during the production process.

"Then why are these?" Lu Yao asked, pointing to the animal carcasses that were clearly bloated from being soaked.

"These are the animals we fished out of the trench. We generally don't eat animals that have been soaked in water."

"Why is that?" Lu Yao asked, puzzled.

"Legend has it that once, a man was so hungry that he found a dead wild beast in the river. After eating it, it was as if he had been cursed, and he and his tribe slowly died," the shaman explained.

"So that's how it is." [It seems that person may have had the plague or some other infectious disease back then.] Lu Yao thought to herself.

"We have enough food now, so let's destroy anything that's inedible or poses a risk to consumption," the leader added from the side.

“Then we can’t put them all together, it will be too difficult for them to burn completely,” Lu Yao said, looking at the ever-growing pile of food in front of her.

"I see we already have a lot. Why don't we divide them into two piles and start burning them right now?"

Upon hearing Lu Yao's suggestion, the Great Shaman and the Chief felt that what she said made a lot of sense. So they told the tribespeople who were moving over here to find another place to put the animals, and those who didn't want to move over here should be separated in the middle.

They lit them and burned them. Smelling the aroma of meat and other unidentified smells from the fires in front of them, the surrounding people quickly moved away.

Thanks to the combined efforts of all the tribe members (except the wounded), the carcasses of wild animals around the tribe have been properly disposed of.

The pungent smell of blood that had filled the air was greatly reduced by the fire that the tribesmen had painstakingly lit.

The fire not only purified the air, but also seemed to dispel all the gloom and fear from the tribe, bringing a moment of peace to people's hearts.

Flames soared into the sky, illuminating the faces of every tribesman. Their weariness was tempered with determination, and their eyes shone with love for their homeland and a resolve to protect it.

After everything was tidied up, the sky became even more gloomy, and the sun, which had been in the sky, had disappeared without a trace.

The rain gradually intensified, as if even the heavens were shedding sorrowful tears for this brutal battle.

The torrential rain poured down, as if the sky had been ripped open, and the endless flow of water relentlessly washed over the earth, carrying away the dust and debris from the surface of the soil, and almost completely erasing all traces of the terrifying beast attack from the previous night.

The rain poured down, pattering against the leaves and rocks, making a crackling sound, as if nature were playing a stirring symphony, celebrating some unknown victory.

On this land washed clean by the rain, the chaos and fear of last night seemed to have been completely wiped away, and everything returned to its former tranquility and harmony, as if nothing had ever happened.

The trees still stand tall, their leaves shimmering with a vibrant green light in the rain.

However, only those who observe carefully will notice that red specks float on the surface of the water in the trenches that the tribes had hastily dug to defend against wild animals.

Those were the bloodstains left by beasts and tribesmen in last night's battle. They had become blurred and faint due to the rain, but they still stubbornly remained.

Like a silent witness, it tells people that yesterday's events were not a bizarre dream, but a real, blood-and-fire attack they experienced.

These specks of red are like historical imprints, deeply etched on this land and in the hearts of every member of the tribe.

They remind people that peace and tranquility are never a given, but rather something that requires effort and sacrifice to protect.

Back in the cave where they used to cook, the group, still damp and looking tired but satisfied, sat around a makeshift fire made of piled stones.

The flickering firelight illuminated everyone's faces, reflecting the joy and anticipation in their eyes.

After last night's harrowing beast attack, they not only successfully defended their homeland but also found a turning point in the crisis—the meat in front of them, which had been simply processed, was a testament to their bravery and wisdom, and would also be their food supply for a long time to come.

The meat of these animals has been carefully selected and processed by the tribesmen, with excess hair, blood, and internal organs removed, leaving only the most prized parts.

They were neatly cut into pieces and piled up in more than a dozen wicker baskets, serving as an important food source for the tribe's survival.

Looking at the wicker baskets laden with their bounty, everyone felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

In this world of scarce resources and harsh living conditions, every hunt is a life-or-death test, and every harvest is especially precious.

This time, they not only successfully defended against the attack of wild beasts, but also obtained such a rich spoils. Isn't this a different kind of harvest?

This bountiful harvest means they will have enough food to get through the coming cold season. Although they had prepared a lot of food beforehand, who would complain about having too much?

Under the firelight, the tribespeople began to get busy, some of them responsible for further processing the meat into food that was easier to preserve and carry.

Some began preparing dinner, roasting fresh meat until it sizzled and filled the cave with the aroma of delicious food.

At this moment, all weariness and fear were left behind, replaced by anticipation for the future and deep gratitude for each other.