The young queen has such a big belly, and even if she keeps saying she wants to go on an adventure with me, we both know it's not realistic.

After a few moments with the young queen, she lay down in the sun where I had been, and I walked down to the valley below the hills and began to search for my target, salt.

I was already familiar with the old territory of the hilly region, and I knew every grass and tree, every undulation and every stone. I've walked through any part of this hilly area countless times, hunting, resting, patrolling.

However, there were no such stones in the old territory that would precipitate salt.

And the new territory, a whole half of the valley, is larger than the hills, and I have not explored it except the time when the boundary was demarcated.

As a hunter, as the "chief warrior" of the tribe, I have a duty and obligation to patrol this territory, not just for the salt.

When hungry, only hunters who are familiar with the terrain know which stone may have a worm under it, which piece of rotten wood may have silverfish, and which grass has the most crickets.

When an enemy invades, a qualified warrior must know every part of the terrain in the territory, track and ambush the enemy at the right time to destroy the enemy, or retreat as quickly as possible.

But this exploration is a lot of work, we need to climb every rock, every tree, every grass, in order to build a complete map in our minds.

The valley is rich in vegetation, and the same area of land takes several times longer to explore in the valley than in the hills.

From the north side of the valley territory, I followed the boundary line a little bit towards the foot of the mountain, and after the end of the hill I continued to explore the border a little south.

In this way, by the time the sun had already set, I had only completed a third of my territory. Moreover, I did not find salt.

Every time I crossed the border, I could see a vigilant fellow in the opposite tribe's territory.

Sometimes she thought she was hiding in the shadows of the plants, watching me, and sometimes she stood on a stone high in the sun, waving her tentacles and jaws at me.

"A warrior with little experience", I judged.

It seems that this is a rookie from the opposite tribe, sent to patrol the border. She noticed that I was often haunted near the border, so she made a warning gesture to warn me not to cross the line.

She may have seen me defeat the tall man in a duel with a clean beating, but this warning is just a fierce introspect, this kind of rookie, I can solve three or four of them.

Maybe she wasn't at the scene of the duel at the time, so she's demonstrating to me with impunity now.

Either way, I have no intention of going against the outcome of a sacred duel, I have no intention of crossing the border - now is not the time to be hungry enough to need to poach.

In addition to this rookie warrior, I also saw a large army of the opposite tribe near the border.

They appeared to be moving, forming a long line from the depths of the vegetation at the boundary of the territory—by the ditch of the dry stream.

They chose a tall tung tree next to the ditch as their new nest.

The tree has a smooth and thick trunk and often has natural holes, making it a suitable nesting site.

However, I was a little uncomfortable with this action of the other tribe, and the location of their new nest was too close to the border, and some of the branches of the tung tree had already crossed the ditch and reached above my head.

Of course, these branches are also the territory and range of the opposite tribe, but they can easily jump behind our borders with a light leap from the branches.

Shouldn't we try to choose the middle of the territory as much as possible for our race to build a nest? In this way, you can control the entire territory. The new home that the opposite tribe has chosen now is unusually close to the border.

If you look closely, this location is about the middle of the entire valley, similar to the location of the old lair of the neighboring tribe, the owner of the original valley that has been wiped out.

Could it be that the tribe on the other side is not dead and has the heart to control the entire valley?

Thinking about this, I can't sit still.

I first withdrew from the rookie warrior's sight on the other side, and then took a detour back in. This time I came back unusually cautiously, and the tribe on the other side didn't notice me.

I hid behind a blade of grass, leaving only my head exposed, staring at the busy moving scene opposite.

The old nest of the tribe on the opposite side should be in the east, and there is also a small hill there when I look at the direction, and I can only faintly see the shadow of the hill.

But I can see the scene of the tribe moving on the opposite side more clearly, most of them are within ten meters of me, and the tung tree is only two or three meters away from me. Ordinary fighters can easily observe movement within five meters, but I can clearly see the distance of six or seven meters.

Their tribe's relocation team was sparse, with dozens of warriors running back and forth as far as the eye could see, far from each other, seemingly unafraid of being attacked by enemies and insects.

Only when the queen appears will she be surrounded by several protective warriors, and the other warriors will act alone.

There are exceptions, when there are two males in the opposite tribe, they follow a warrior with an egg in his mouth, and the two males do nothing, just follow the warrior, seeking protection on the way.

Hehe, these parasitic pets are the same in any tribe.

These movers are generally clinging to ant eggs, pupa or larvae, and it seems that their tribe has just ushered in a wave of production, which is really the favorite thing for the queen to do after the abundance of food.

I have a faint worry in my heart, when there are too many ants, there should be not enough food.

Food is always a pain in the face of our tribe and our race.

It is said that God has given us "bravery," "sharpness," and a strong body, but has taken away "fullness." Our race is destined to starve, and being fed is only temporary.

I can't understand God's actions, but the eldest queen and male ant have passed down this story from generation to generation, and the younger queen will tell the story to the descendants of the tribe in the future. So this story is familiar to everyone.

Just let me eat for two more days, I thought to myself.

Once you go hungry, the world becomes completely different, full of dangers and struggles.

Territory is dangerous, and when warriors hunt with hunger, they are often devastated by hunger and lose their minds, and are easily prey by hunters or injured by struggling prey.

Fellow tribes are also dangerous, neighboring tribes will venture over to poach, and once encountered, it is easy to fight to the death. It can even lead to a war between two tribes.

Even within the tribe is dangerous, and the warriors who are dying and not dead will be attacked by their hungry companions and eaten mercilessly as food.

Damn hunger!