"Just pledging loyalty is not enough; I need a marriage alliance with your Barbarian Race."
David's gaze fell upon the High Priestess Witch.
The Barbarian High Priestess stood in front of the altar, exuding an indescribable aura.
Her figure was tall and resilient, her skin a bronze hue, and her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall.
Her hair was adorned with various feathers and small ornaments made of animal bones, sparkling under the sunlight, giving off a primitive and mysterious feeling.
The High Priestess' facial features were distinct, weathered yet still strikingly beautiful; her high nose bridge and tightly pursed lips revealed the uniqueness of a woman from afar.
She wore a robe woven from animal skins and grass, embellished with various gems, shells, and metal pieces that rattled, adding a sacred aura.
His gaze unabashedly swept across her, speaking in an indifferent tone words that infuriated all Barbarians, "I need you to begin a marriage alliance!"
"Me?"
