Primitive Man

Chapter 163: Dangerous situation

The devastated farmers approached Garnt with tears streaming down their faces. The head of the family, an elderly man with weathered features, fell to his knees in front of Garnt and the other family members looked like they were on the verge of breaking down, after all, seeing all their hard work going down the drain was the most painful thing for them.

"Patriarch, please have mercy on us! Our crops are ruined, and our livelihoods are destroyed. We don't know how we'll survive this tragedy," he pleaded, his voice choked with desperation. "My family! My grandchildren will starve like this,"

Garnt, displaying compassion, helped the man up. "Don't worry, old man. We will do everything in our power to aid you. Kara, ensure these people are taken care of in the main village. Provide them with food and shelter until their situation improves."

Kara nodded and ushered the distressed family away, promising assistance, but before they could leave Garnt had one question that he wanted to ask from the family. "Did you see what happened here?"

The elderly farmer wiped away his tears and nodded, his voice shaky as he began to recount the nightmarish events.

"It was like the sunlight disappeared all of a sudden, Patriarch. A cloud of darkness descended upon our fields, devouring everything in their path. The sky turned dark with their sheer numbers, and the buzzing was deafening. It was a scene straight out of a nightmare," he said, his eyes reflecting the trauma of the experience.

Garnt furrowed his brow, listening intently and It was all the confirmation Eva needed to confirm her suspicion.

Garnt then turned his attention to the barren fields, determination etched on his face. He retrieved a rubber looking glove from his pocket and adorned it around his hand blocking all the possible danger that could inflict upon him.

Others also did the same, as they knew gloves were rather effective when they needed to keep their hands clean. It was another creation of Garnt that made their life much more easier, so all of them had to feel grateful to Garnt.

Eva, always the knowledgeable person among the warriors decided to advise Garnt before he entered the field.

[Garnt, this is no ordinary disaster. It's a locust plague, a blight that engulfs everything in its path. The crops are devoured, and if not stopped, it will spread further, threatening our entire land, simply because they lay eggs once they are well fed.]

Garnt furrowed his brow, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "How do we combat this plague, Eva?"

Eva explained about the steps and methods they could possibly start to eliminate this threat before it threaten more of the valuable food.

[The locusts are drawn to the green. We need to purify the affected areas and eliminate the source they all left. Be cautious, though, for these creatures are relentless. I heard that this black liquid is their droppings. We could burn down all these places and use net like structures to protect the crops. We can make some insecticides to kill these things, but it will take time.]

The air filled with the sounds of battle as the villagers fought fiercely against the locust onslaught. Nets were raised, insecticide sprayed, and makeshift barriers erected. Garnt, in the midst of the chaos, led the charge, his determination unwavering.

"We have to stand strong! Protect our home!" Garnt urged, rallying the spirits.

As the swarm approached, Garnt and the villagers swung their torches in a synchronized dance of defiance. The crackling flames drove the locusts back, creating a temporary reprieve.

But the swarm persisted, a relentless force of nature. Nets were thrown over the crops, attempting to shield them from the hungry invaders.

"We need more fire!" Kara called out, her eyes scanning the chaos.

Just then, Gundo emerged from the shadows with a cart loaded with firewood. "Light these! We'll create a wall of fire!"

Garnt nodded, determination in his eyes. The villagers set the wood ablaze, creating a barrier of flames. The locusts recoiled, hissing as they met their fiery demise.

"We're holding them off, but we can't let our guard down!" Garnt warned, sweat streaming down his face.

The battle continued, a dance of fire and determination. Villagers fought side by side, their makeshift torches flickering like beacons of hope against the encroaching darkness.

"We can do this! For our village!" Garnt shouted, the rallying cry echoing through the night.

The villagers, fueled by a collective spirit, pressed on. The locusts, faced with unwavering resistance, began to retreat. The air, once thick with despair, now held a glimmer of triumph.

"We did it!" Kara exclaimed, a triumphant smile breaking through the exhaustion.

Garnt surveyed the scorched battleground, a mix of relief and pride in his eyes. It was a fierce struggle, but the villagers, fueled by their shared resolve, managed to drive the locusts away. The remaining crops, though battered, stood defiant against the onslaught. Garnt surveyed the battlefield, a mix of relief and weariness in his eyes.

"Yes Kara, we did it," he said, his voice filled with pride. "But we must remain vigilant. This threat isn't over yet."

The village, scarred but undefeated, continued its battle against the locust plague. Garnt, now more than ever, understood the fragility of their way of life and the importance of unity in the face of adversity. The battle against the locusts became a testament to the resilience of Garnt's village, a story whispered in the winds of determination and survival.