This speculation quickly spread and immediately detonated the entire tribe's lair.

All tribal members know that territory, which means food, is the basis for the survival and growth of the tribe.

Since migrating to this barren hill, we have had a hard time, and due to the lack of food, many warriors have had to sneak into the territory of neighboring tribes to poach, and if they are caught and have no time to escape, they are often executed. Because of this, the tribe has lost several elite warriors.

And the neighboring tribes rely on the rich valley, and the number of warriors and absolute strength they have, so that our tribes do not dare to covet each other's territory, so they can only swallow their anger.

Since the migration of our tribe, the number of members has been slowly declining, and many warriors have been in a state of semi-starvation for a long time.

Now, there is such a large territory that has no owner, a land full of prey, right under our noses.

At this time, the threat of any unknown enemy was ignored by everyone. Some of the warriors offered to take over the valley immediately and move to the valley to survive.

There are many people who hold this opinion, and almost the vast majority of fighters support it. There were very few opponents, only the oldest queen, the young queen, the older male, the broken leg and I objected.

The oldest queen is bent on keeping the tribe afloat, and she has no interest in plans that are too risky.

The young queen trusts me and opposes her when she sees me.

The opinions of the older males are not cared for.

It was a broken leg, and I was surprised that she didn't fight against me this time, but agreed with me. It seems that in the valley, the tragic scene seen in the neighboring tribes still shocked her a lot, and the real warrior was not fearless, but self-aware.

However, the few objections we have cannot shake the opinion of the vast majority of warriors in the entire nest, and they also have the support of the queen ant behind them, a full three queen ants.

Even if I tried my best to oppose it, I asked them rhetorically, if we were to meet a terrible enemy who slaughtered the tribes of our neighbors, would we be adversaries?

One of the warriors, whose carapace was the yellowest in the tribe, retorted to me that there were already other warriors in the valley and that nothing had happened to them.

In the end, the two sides reached a compromise. The Horde decided to send most of its warriors tomorrow to the valley floor, occupy some territory, and mark the new territorial borders.

But the tribe's nest will not be relocated for the time being, and will remain on the hills. At least the hills haven't encountered a terrifying enemy here, and it's relatively safe.

Now that we have decided so, we are no longer against it.

The next day, most of the warriors of the tribe set out.

Before leaving, everyone moved out of the little food left in the tribe's lair and had a full meal. Everyone was basically half-full, and they also had the strength to go to the valley to fight for a new territory.

More than thirty warriors, me, Broken Leg, and the warrior with a yellowish carapace who retorted to me yesterday (let's call her "Yellow" for the sake of readers' discernment), was the most courageous warrior in the tribe, and was in charge of leading the team.

As soon as we entered the valley, Broken Leg and I felt a difference from the last time we came.

Angry, this time, there is a lot more anger in the valley.

The murmuring of water, the swaying of leaves, and, most importantly, the hissing of various insects, which are constantly transmitted to my brain through the antennae.

There were insects, quite a few insects, a little less than I felt when I came here a long time ago, but they weren't lifeless anymore.

It is not known what happened in this valley, which has led to an inexplicable decrease in the prey that used to live here. However, there is water and plenty of food, and just as a territory attracts powerful warriors, food attracts all its prey.

It's no wonder that it's getting harder and harder to hunt prey on the hills these days, and have they all run to this valley?

I talked to Broken Leg for a while, and it seemed that no matter how dangerous it was, we would have to occupy some of the new territory, otherwise the days ahead would be even more difficult - the hills would become more and more barren.

At first, Broken Leg and I were still in control of the team, cautiously moving forward, afraid of danger. But Huang was not satisfied, and she sped up on her own, and as a result, most of the fighters followed her.

I had no choice but to leave behind so many warriors from the tribe, so I had to chase after him.

At this time, Huang won the support of the fighters, and she became the de facto leader of this team, and the soldiers followed wherever she went.

It made me angry with Broken Leg, and I was the most mighty and valiant warrior in the tribe, and the young warriors feared me and obeyed me.

The only exception is a broken leg, although she has a broken leg, she is extremely fierce in fighting, and she only loses to me in the fight, and her status is only slightly inferior to mine.

Now, Huang, this cunning fellow, who has won the support of the vast majority of fighters without going through a fight at all, seems to have equaled me and Broken Leg in status, and even surpassed us.

Naturally, the two of us could not tolerate this kind of provocation, so we quickened up and caught up, wanting to run in front of Huang, and we would continue to lead the team.

Not to be outdone, Huang also accelerated, wanting to continue to walk ahead of us and defend the position she had just gained with her actions.

In this way, the speed of the team increased dramatically.

It wasn't until we reached the middle of the valley, at the bed of a small, dry stream, that we stopped.

In the lair before, everyone decided to push the territory boundary to a certain distance from our tribe's current lair. No matter how far we go, it will be difficult for us to effectively patrol the borders, and we will not be able to hold the territory for a long time.

Now, this dry stream is a good natural boundary, and once the rainy season hits on, the stream flows again, separating us from our new neighbors, rather than dividing our territory in two.

In such a major matter as determining the boundaries of the territory, no warrior dared to specialize, even Huang, who felt that he had just become the first warrior of the tribe.

After a brief discussion with a few of our veteran warriors, we decided to mark the boundaries of our territory here.

So, at the sound of the order, dozens of warriors ran to the banks of the stream, looking for eye-catching, tall stones, plants, and began to and pee underneath, leaving the freshest and strongest smell of our tribe in the newly opened territory.

Everyone was enthusiastic and followed the direction of the stream all the way to the south, all the way and all the way. We didn't care where the stream ended up, we just kept leaving new signs, which showed that we had gained another territory.

Perhaps, until the end of the stream, or some other tribal border that still exists, will our expansion of territory stop.