Holy Blood Clan, Medea Orris, her name is known to almost all demons, especially the Holy Blood Clan.

Because she is the holy daughter of the Blood Demon and the daughter of the current Emperor. Her father is the ruler of all the Blood Demons and one of the three demon giants.

The beast demons do not have the rulers of the Great Emperor, they can only be said to have just broken away from the status of vassals of the other three demon races, and many times they can only act according to the orders of the three major clans.

Medea was dressed in bright red thick velvet, her skin was like ice and snow, and there was a faint transparent texture in the faint sunlight. Her upturned nose and jewel-like eyes and even her pale pink red lips all show her beauty.

Of course, no one dares to appreciate it.

She rode on a tall snowfield dragon horse, her hooves trampling on the snow and making a small sound. After sensing her coming, all the demons sent blessings to her with the most respectful gestures and the most pious words.

But Medea didn't care about that, she frowned, not very fond of the eternally cold wind.

She prefers the sparse sunlight, even if it doesn't bring her any warmth.

In fact, as a descendant of the Holy Blood with noble blood, her strength has grown to the point that she can already be named a viscount, but this title is not at all comparable to her status as a saint.

The Holy Maiden is recognized by the four demon races, and she shoulders the duty of praying to the ancestors, and the demon race has three fears:

One is those high-ranking demons, every demon must maintain reverence for the nobles, although how many are real is unknown;

the second is the reverence for the ancestors, who must pray to the ancestors every time they meet the masters;

The third is the reverence for war, because war will bring them vitality.

Races that walk into the snowfields will not freeze to death, but if they stay here and don't plunder the resources of the Warm Lands, they will quickly wither.

The same is true for the demons, if they hadn't started a war, they would have been wiped out long ago, because there was too little food or life on the frozen ground!

Therefore, since ancient times, they have learned to plunder, learned to invade, and war has been engraved into their blood and can no longer be erased.

But there are also outliers in it, such as Medea.

She didn't like war very much, not because of the cruelty of the war itself, nor because she had to lead the ancestral prayer ceremony before every war, but she understood one thing very early.

"Father, why are we going to war?" was the question that young Medea asked her father when she first went to war.

"Because we have to survive! The Far North can't feed our people, or even guarantee that they won't starve to death. The emperor held the hilt of his sword and said with emotion.

"Then why don't we solve this problem? What about communication? What about trade? What about digging soil? What about planting? Why can't we find a way to make this place full of life?" Medea's eyes were full of confusion, she thought that reading books would solve her doubts, but she didn't expect her doubts to be more.

The emperor frowned obviously, and then put his beloved daughter's words aside in his mind, and finally came to a conclusion: his daughter's brain circuit seemed to be abnormal......

"Medea, my daughter, you better prepare more, don't think about these things that you don't have, ancestor worship is a big deal, I hope you don't mess up......"

Medea shook her head, and she couldn't remember the back.

But she knew that her father didn't listen to her.

Medea sighed and watched the black army walk silently, with only the sound of feet or boots on the snow, and the north wind whistling by, without stopping for a moment.

She tightened her collar, and immediately showed her graceful posture, but her mind was thinking of some wonderful dream, one full of warmth......