While Li Ke and the furnace farmers were farming together, in a tribe far away on the ice field, a young woman was also worried about her tribe's food.
Although the herds of her tribe had grown a lot this year, and the grain harvested by the stoves had filled several warehouses, due to the sudden outbreak of war, her tribe had indeed consumed a lot of grain while supporting the smaller tribes under her command.
And most importantly, when absorbing the small tribes that were broken due to the war, her tribe had more and more mouths to feed.
Many of these mouths would not be able to bring any food or help to her tribe until next summer, so she had been having a headache about this matter for the past few days. But she had to maintain a confident look to prevent her subordinates and people from starting to worry like her.
If that happened, the world would be in chaos, her tribe would also show signs of emptiness, and those who supported her would also lose some confidence in her.
After all, Avarosa had never let her people starve before. If she couldn't feed her people well, those who were already wavering would obviously choose someone else to support. And most importantly, the rich country would also take the opportunity to do more things that she didn't want them to do. Although she had always relied on their materials and help to successfully establish a foothold here, and she had promised not to take people to rob them, she also had to show her ability.
And on this ice field, those who could feed themselves and others were the ones who were capable.
"Ah … War, hunger, how long will these things bother me?"
The white-haired girl fell onto her bed without a care for her image. She picked up her pillow angrily and punched it a few times. Then, she hugged her pillow like a child hugging a doll. She looked at the ceiling of her room and sighed. After all, only when she was in her room could she act like a girl in a rich country. She didn't want to protect her tribe and her hometown like a mother like she usually did. Everything had to be taken care of, and everything had to be done to the best of her ability.
This kind of reverie reminded her of a previous incident, which was when she asked about a pregnant woman. The other party had asked her to name her child and gave her her blessings. As for the little guy who had just lived through a year and successfully survived until his name day, it also successfully made this young girl who had long reached the age of marriage think of more troublesome things.
Get married.
In this land, most 15-year-old girls were already mothers of a child. However, if they were rich or needed to migrate, they might only choose the person they liked at the gathering at the age of 15. Therefore, for this young Matriarch of War, the beautiful age of 15 years old had long left her. She had become more mature and was getting closer and closer to the definition of an old woman. But what others didn't know was that if it weren't for the unforeseen events back then, the Battle Mother, who was as resolute as a deity in the eyes of others, would have formed a blood alliance with the Ice Priest in her tribe and given birth to several children for him.
However, it could be seen from the fact that this Battle Matriarch had always kept herself pure and did not have any blood alliance or lovers. In the end, the Ice Priest didn't succeed. To be more precise, the Ice Priest who betrayed the young lady and her daughter was killed by the young lady when she discovered the bow in her hand that was made entirely out of pure ice.
However, this was a story from a very long time ago. It was so long ago that other than the two girls, no one else knew the truth of the matter and completely treated it as a legend.
"I don't even have a blood alliance, but I still have to name someone else's child."
The girl's voice was very soft because she knew that the guards at her door treated her like a god. If they knew that their god would complain to a little girl after she was alone, the expression on their faces would be very interesting. But from the perspective of maintaining her dignity, it was better for her to speak softly. But even though she understood this matter, she also knew that there was a helpless matter in front of her.
It was time for her to get married. If she didn't, the opinions of her allies would only grow and they wouldn't be able to completely side with her.
Firstly, it was because the Battle Matriarch was still a little girl without a blood alliance.
Secondly, it was because without a blood alliance, there wouldn't be any descendants. Without descendants, it would mean instability and she wouldn't be able to continue her rule. She wouldn't be able to get them to form more alliances, admit their mistakes, or curry favor with them. She wouldn't be able to tolerate them when necessary.
Thirdly, it was because she wouldn't be able to let her child inherit the career that the young girl fought for.
As a result, the girl often saw some irrational fights and all kinds of 'handsome men' trying to strike up a conversation with her. Because of this, those single tribe leaders, or those who had lost their wives, had all come to this holy land, hoping to gain her favor and climb into her bed.
Initially, the best way was to accept all of them like the other powerful Battle Matriarchs and try to use her body to connect with the warriors of various tribes. However, because the people who approached her had ulterior motives, she had never made a vow with anyone, making a vow that she would never part with anyone.
After all, she wanted to choose a man who had the same dream as her, who had extensive knowledge and power, who had money and food, who knew what to do and what not to do, who was not involved with any of the big tribes, and who also had a good moral character, who was not too far off from her age. After all, she was very clear that the world would be in chaos if she chose all the people from those tribes to join the Blood Alliance. Therefore, she only planned to find one Blood Alliance member from the very beginning. It was understandable for her to be so picky.
But it was apparent that the situation was getting more tense and it led to her people's demands for her children to become stronger. She couldn't help but think pessimistically if she would have to randomly choose a man.
"Sorry to disturb you, Madam Aichy. But the messenger of the Rusty Anchor Tribe hopes that we can support them."
But just as she was thinking about this, her door opened and a voice came through.
"Tell their messenger that we'll set off now."
Eich immediately regained her usual cold and mature demeanor. She picked up her longbow and cleared her mind of all distracting thoughts as she walked out the door. But inevitably, a phrase that young people in the modern world often thought of emerged in her mind.
"It's fine. I can still delay for another two years before getting married."
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