Primitive Man

Chapter 67: Moga vs Baktou

In the shadows, two villagers appointed by Baktou stood watchful, guarding the front door of a mysterious mine that surprised their enemies.

The wooden wall stood proudly surrounding the village preventing anyone from entering, so unless they tried to climb the wall or break it, none of them had the ability to enter it.

Moga, known for his cunning and stealth hunting abilities, crept silently through the underbrush, his eyes glinting with malevolence.

With swift, deadly precision, he and his fellow rogues ambushed the unsuspecting guards, dragging them into the obscurity of the bush and ending their lives with cold, calculating ruthlessness by snapping their necks.

"What is this place? How did they do all this?" One of Moga's underlings questioned, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of innovativeness in the mine.

With the path to the hut clear, Moga and his lackeys cautiously approached the rustic wooden structure. The air was heavy with tension as they pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. What they found inside left them all stunned.

Moga's sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the bizarre scene before him. People, both young and old, were hard at work, their faces etched with exhaustion, as they chipped away at the rugged rocks that littered the space.

The walls of the hut were adorned with strange, shimmering light, and the air hummed with otherworldly energy.

One of Moga's lackeys whispered, "Moga, are you sure these are humans like us? How can they do all these things?"

Moga, equally baffled, replied in hushed tones, "I have no idea, but whatever it is, it's worth waiting to find out. Let's observe and learn before we make our move."

They hid in the shadows, watching the workers toil away in the dim light of flickering lanterns that were built with old coconut shells.

The mysterious activities in the hut had piqued their curiosity, and Moga couldn't shake the feeling that they had stumbled upon something much bigger than they could have ever imagined.

As he watched the workers meticulously chipping away at the rocks, he couldn't help but wonder about the nature of these stones they were collecting. They didn't look like any ordinary rocks he had ever seen. They shimmered with an unearthly colour, and their significance remained a puzzle to him.

Another detail struck him as odd – there were no women among the workers. He whispered to one of his companions, "Have you noticed? There are no women here. How can these people survive without women?"

Just as he pondered these questions, his sharp eyes caught sight of a man who seemed to be the leader of the operation. This man had jet-black hair and an aura of authority about him, even though he looked rather young to be a leader. Moga decided that capturing him might provide some answers.

He quietly relayed his plan to his fellow rogues, and they prepared to make their move.

"There are too many people here, so we should first take a healthy approach and kill all of them. Once they are dead, we will capture the leader and questions about this place."

When Moga got close enough, he sprang into action, attacking the muscular man with the stone crusher. The element of surprise worked in his favour, and the crushing blow sent the man reeling, with one of his teeth shattering upon impact.

"Did it work?" Baktou wondered feeling the sensation of the attack travelling through his body.

Despite his own injuries and the pain coursing through his body, Baktou was determined to finish the dangerous opponent before him. He raised the weapon, prepared to deliver a deadly blow.

"This is over," He muttered and lowered his stone crusher.

However, the muscular man, his face contorted with madness, blood oozing from his head, nose, and mouth, suddenly seized the weapon with incredible force using his bare hands. The boy struggled but was ultimately forced to let go of the weapon.

"That hurts! You dumb kid," Moga shouted throwing a broken tooth out of his mouth.

As he backed away from the crazed man, the boy realized that more than half of his own men had fallen at the hands of the Moga's men. Panic surged within him as he saw the attackers closing in on the remaining members of his group.

'No! No! They can't die, these are our valuable members of our village'

He thought looking at the dead bodies. And because of how shocked he was, Baktou made a stupid and desperate decision.

He abandoned his one-on-one battle and rushed to protect his fellow miners, determined to eliminate the smaller threats before it was too late.

"Idiot!" Moga shouted as he turned his back to the enemy. Just as he did, Moga attacked Baktou. Baktou was hit in the head by the strong man that followed him, and he lost consciousness, remembering Garnt's words and asking him not to face backwards toward the enemy.

'Ahhh~ brother!'

As he slipped into unconsciousness, Baktou managed to mumble a weak apology towards Garnt, regretting his reckless actions.

"Garnt! I'm sorry- I was incompetent," He paused and kneeled on the spot holding his head. "Unami, I wanted to see your children with Garnt, but it looks like I won't be able to,"

Moga seeing his opponent holding his head in pain, decided to finish it so he dealt the final blow that was less powerful than his earlier attacks.

"Now let's see what this place is about! Search for women and food. And tie everyone to these trees."

With the newly found mine, Garnt's village became an enemy camp, occupied by some gnarly men waiting to prey on anyone who approached them.