LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 456 Hospitality Lacus

"Ashe's blood alliance, climb over this mountain, and the mountain pass ahead is the border fortress of the Demacians." The accompanying iceborn warrior said to Tryndamere.

"Yes." Tryndamere nodded.

He stood on the hillside of this southern country and looked around, and he saw that the mountains and plains were full of greenery and lush.

Birds swim in the forest, animals run in the bushes, the warm sun shines on the body, and even the cool breeze in the mountains seems warm.

This state of vigor and vitality of all things is something that the Iceborne people of Freljord will never see.

From the Arctic sea to the southern ice field, the pervasive cold air flow has been firmly blocked by the mountains they have passed through in the past few days.

A mountain range separates the north from the south, and also separates the spring breeze from ice and snow, civilization and barrenness.

"This is a good place." Tryndamere sighed softly.

He, who had never left the ice field before, finally understood the magic power of this land, and why the tribes in the south of the ice field betrayed Ashe and joined Germany.

This is a wonderful land.

"It's a wonderful trap." Tryndamere's eyes showed seriousness again.

This trap will continue to attract prey from the ice plains, uniting the Freljord with great difficulty.Disintegrated into a plate of loose sand again.

At that point, the Freljord will once again sink into eternal chaos, struggling forever in endless internal strife.

And the Germans would sneer at their exquisite and extravagant receptions about how they had broken up a great alliance without giving up a single soldier.

"We cannot let them succeed," said Tryndamere to himself. "The Freljord must become united and powerful!"

As he spoke, he took the lead and said to the soldiers accompanying him, "Let's go, let's expose the conspiracy of these Germans and break through their traps!"

"En!" The Iceborne warriors nodded secretly.

At this time, they all concealed their special identities as Iceborn, and like the mortals on the ice field, they wore thick fur to resist the cold winter.

Even Tryndamere, who had always been shirtless, dressed himself up as a thick furball.

There are nearly a hundred people in this line, all of whom are elites carefully selected by Ashe from the Avarosa tribe.

They seem to be small in number, but they are already a powerful force capable of attacking cities and destroying troops.

The nearly [-] Doll Gundams have been carefully camouflaged, and now they look like an ordinary, weak, and almost non-threatening mortal tribe.

Beside, behind, and even further ahead of the Tryndamere group, there were more tribes like this, facing the warm wind blowing from the south, heading towards the border of Demacia in droves.

And further back, where the naked eye can't see, there are more Freljord people responding to Ashe's call, and they are migrating from all directions, heading south to Demacia.

They will arrive here one after another tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and after a while.

They are all true tribes of mortals.

The first batch of immigrants who were organized, all together, probably numbered as many as 2 to [-].

"Ash's blood alliance." Seeing that the border was getting closer, a soldier accompanying him asked Tryndamere with concern: "Will the [-] to [-] furnace households we organized this time be not enough?"

The Freljord Icefield stretches from Demacia in the east to Noxus in the west, thousands of miles from north to south and tens of thousands of miles from east to west, with an extremely vast area.

This extremely vast land is extremely barren, and the total population of the entire ice sheet may only be a few million.

Generally, the population of ice plain tribes generally does not exceed a few hundred people. ,
This time, the Avarosa Tribal Alliance was able to release [-] to [-] immigrant population in one go, which is already unprecedented on the ice sheet.

But there are less than 2 people, which seems to be nothing to Demacia, a large southern country with a population of tens of millions.

So everyone was a little worried: "Will those Demacians easily accept the group of immigrants we sent?"

"If this is the case, then didn't we help the Demacians build momentum and attract more ice tribes to join them?"

"Haha." Tryndamere smiled confidently after hearing this.

He shook his head and said to the young soldier, "My child, it's because you don't understand Demacia."

"Yes, there are a lot of Demacians, and the resources are abundant enough."

"But don't forget that in the past, the tribes who went south to plunder were only a few hundred or thousands of people. But they can often pass through the defense line guarded by tens of thousands of German soldiers. come and go freely in the land of man."

"why is that?"

"This..." the ice-born soldier frowned and thought: "Because the Germans are weak?"

"No." There was a gleam of wisdom in Tryndamere's eyes, "Because they are all too selfish."

"Unlike us, all materials belong to the tribe, and everyone has to fight for the continuation of the tribe."

"Each of them is thinking about making money for themselves, thinking about how to suck blood from the 'tribe', even in the face of foreign invasion, thinking about how to give priority to protecting the interests of their own family."

"So every time this huge giant takes a step, it will lose a lot of blood inside its body."

"It's doomed to be dull, rotten, and not as strong as they should be."

As he said that, he paused slightly: "Now, do you still think that 2 people are less?"

These more than 1 people are indeed not many for the entire Kingdom of Demacia.

But to resettle these more than 1 people, we must also "include food and housing, and enough food management", and also ensure their future production and life.

The resources that need to be consumed and the interests involved in this process make any Demacian bureaucrat dare not say less.

Just a simple question:
Who pays for this money?
All the land in Debon has its own owner. Who will take the land to support these ice sheet immigrants?

The small nobles on the border couldn't bear it at all, and the big nobles absolutely couldn't stand it either.

Let the royal family come out and allocate funds from Xiongdu, but after fighting for so many years and conferring so many titles, the king's family has no food left!

It's affordable, but is Lao Jiawen willing to give up this precious resource?

"Of course these 1 people cannot overwhelm Demacia, but they can put pressure on the rulers of Demacia."

Tryndamere judged that the policy limit of the Demacians was almost here.

Even if this wave of immigrants does not wash away their open policy, let them rebuild the border wall obediently;

It can also definitely expose these hypocritical guys to their original form, and completely tear up Demacia's illusion of paradise on earth.

"Food and housing included, enough food?"

"Heh!" More than 1 people were sent over in one breath, to see where you can get so much food.

If Demacia can't stand it, she will definitely turn her back on it.

Not to mention food and housing, it would be nice if they didn't squeeze those icefield immigrants in turn.

I agreed on a copper ring fried chicken and a silver wheel big house, but after I went, I worked illegally in Picheng, ate a copper ring black bread, lived in a rented house in the Zaun community, and had to be oppressed and bullied by fellow gangsters every day , was discriminated against by the Piltover law enforcement officers
If the truth is almost like this, then the attractiveness of Demacia will be greatly reduced.

"The conspiracy of the Demacians will soon be self-defeating." Tryndamere was confident in this plan.

"However." His only worry is: "I'm worried that Demacia will become angry and turn around too quickly."

If these Demacians see too many immigrants, they will not hesitate to launch an operation to repel them and kill the icelanders.

Then they would have no chance to complete the plan of cooperating with the inside and outside, and meet Ashe's large army to save the same people.

"Don't worry, Ashe's Clan." Fortunately, the Iceborne warriors were brave enough.

They said: "If those Demacians are really so shameless, then we will fight them!"

"No one in the Freljord is a coward. With us leading, even those mortals are enough to fight their way out of Mithral City!"

Indeed.Although those mortal households are weak in the Freljord who can barely make a living independently.

Who might have survived on the vast ice sheet so far without the strength to restrain a chicken?

As the saying goes, "The river crabs in the first district can beat the kings of the suburbs." Compared with the mortal warriors of Demacia, the mortal furnaces of the Freljord can not be inferior at all.

"Good!" Tryndamere was also aroused by the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

He tightly held the big knife in his hand, and walked forward more firmly: "As long as those Demacians dare to turn their faces, then we will fight them!"

After a long time.

Passing through steep mountains and deep valleys, Tryndamere and his party finally arrived at the Demacia checkpoint on the mountain pass.

This small fortress on the main road in the mountains has always been the front line of Demacians' defense against barbarian invasion.

Not to mention the people of Freljord, even if the snow rabbits of Freljord passed by here, they would have to be hit by a city defense crossbow.

But now.
The fortress, however, left its gates completely open to the north.

The warriors of the Crown Guard family who had once been fully armed on the top of the city, now walked down the city wall with a friendly face, and set up a welcoming tent for immigration registration by the road leading to the south.

"Another new tribe is here!" A soldier noticed the group of Tryndamere.

He turned around happily and reported: "Miss Laxana, another new tribe is here!"

"This..." Tryndamere was immediately taken aback.

Happy?Why should these Demacians be happy?

It's as if they, the poor beggars on the ice field, are some distinguished guests who have returned from a long way.

Why?

Could it be that the Demacians haven't felt the pressure because there are too few immigrants arriving now?
But this is also unlikely.

The earliest batch of mortal tribes should have arrived at the German border since the morning.

Those who arrived here today should add up to less than 2000 people.

Facing so many immigrants influx in one breath, how can these Demacians still laugh?
Tryndamere was puzzled.

And at this time, with the excited shouts of the soldiers over there, the noble lady called "Lakshana" finally revealed her true face.

Her blond hair fluttered, her teeth were white and shiny, and her skin was so tender that water could be squeezed out. She looked like a girl who grew up in the bright southern sun, and she was a pampered noble lady.

Compared with the powerful and heroic Ashe, this kind of noble lady is nothing but trash.

Tryndamere looked down on this kind of southern chick in the greenhouse, and of course, he didn't think that the other party would think highly of him, a savage in the ice field.

but
"Hello!" Lux actually smiled and greeted him.

And with the chest caress of the Freljord people, he greeted him enthusiastically:

"What's your name, please? Which tribe do you belong to? How many people are there?"

"Um" Tryndamere felt more and more wrong.

He suddenly realized a problem, the person who could be treated with such respect by these crowned knights must be the nobleman among the nobles.

But why did this kind of noble lady come to the border to welcome the immigrants in person?And still so enthusiastic?
Are these Freljord barbarians really so important?
Tryndamere was puzzled, but there was still no flaw on his face:

"My name is Tryndamere." It was a common name on the Ice Fields, so he didn't hide it.

"We are from the Blood Knife Tribe. There are 95 people in total." There are countless tribes on the ice sheet, and it is impossible for people to detect this small tribe in disguise.

Sure enough, Lux didn't care at all.

"95 people? Fewer is a little less." The little face was slightly disappointed, but there was still uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

"Then how many furnace households are there in your tribe, and how many people are good at forging?"

"Almost all," Tryndamere answered.

Although Iceborn warriors don't need to learn this, since they want to pretend to be mortals, they naturally have to choose those who can learn this.

"Okay! Very good!" Lux happily clenched her pink fists.

"Mr. Tryndamere, thank you for coming here! On behalf of the Crownguard family, I welcome you! From now on, Mithral City will be your home!"

As she said that, Lux also showed them the way herself: "Let's go, you go to the camp ahead to rest first!"

"There's bread there, as well as the spirits that you Icefield people love most. I dispatched them from Mihril City urgently to receive everyone."

"You can enjoy it there, register after you rest, and wait for the organization to arrange a unified place to go."

"Ah..." Tryndamere was completely dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand the enthusiasm of these Germans.

But Lax was already smiling like a profiteer selling piglets, and enthusiastically led them to rest.

Before Tryndamere could react, a glass of fine wine and a piece of bread exuding an enticing wheat aroma were delivered to him by the camp staff.

"This..." Tryndamere swallowed reluctantly.

The Iceborn warriors around him also looked confused.

Here's bread, and wine!
Even though they were all powerful extraordinary fighters, they never imagined that one day, food could be delivered to them so easily.

No hunting, no looting, no hard digging in the frozen soil, the bread grew out of the warehouse by itself.

Suddenly, everyone was inexplicably a little excited.

"Calm down!" Tryndamere reminded his teammates with his eyes.

These worthless guys, a piece of bread moved you?

Tryndamere licked the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and said with his eyes so resentful.

At this time, Lux arranged them all into the camp, and turned around to leave.

But before leaving, she casually asked Tryndamere: "By the way, Mr. Tryndamere, how did you know that we are accepting immigrants from the ice field?"

"How come there are so many Icefield tribes that came to Mihril City today?"

"This." Tryndamere was already prepared.

He said "truthfully": "It was the Avarosa tribe who informed everyone of the news. They can't support us anymore, so they can only let us come to the south to find our own way."

"I see." Lux didn't doubt it.

Because Aixi organized these mortal tribes to defect to Debang, on the surface for this reason.

All the tribes said so, and Lux ​​naturally would not doubt Tryndamere's answer.

"Then" Lux asked expectantly, "Mr. Tryndamere, are there any other tribes behind you?"

"How many people will come here after that? Do you know?"

"This." Tryndamere hesitated for a moment.

He thought for a while, and finally answered tentatively: "There are quite a few tribes attached to the Avarosa Alliance. On the way here, I have already encountered many Fuhu tribes going south."

"I guess. Tens of thousands of people will come over."

Tryndamere probably exaggerated the figures several times, just to observe Lux's reaction.

He thought that Lux would be intimidated by this number, and then with a stiff smile, he tore off her passionate mask.

but
"Tens of thousands?" Lux was slightly taken aback.

There are tens of thousands of healthy laborers, most of whom are furnace households who are proficient in mining ore dressing, metallurgy and ironmaking, and mechanical forging?

"Okay! This is really great!" Lux almost shouted out excitedly.

In unparalleled joy, she turned and left by herself.

Only Tryndamere and the Iceborn warriors were left standing there in bewilderment.

"Ashe's blood alliance." The Iceborn warriors looked at Tryndamere blankly: "What, what's going on here?"

"Do these Demacians like the Iceborne people so much?"

Didn't you, Tryndamere, say that more than 1 people are enough for Demacia to drink a pot?
Why do they still think that there are few people, and they still think that the more the better?
"This" Tryndamere was also puzzled.

Is Demacia's bread free of charge?Is it really that loud?

Is it because the nobles on the frontier have become selfless for the country, or is it that the Jarvan royal family has become rich?
"Oops!" Tryndamere's heart sank.

There is only one possibility that could explain the situation.

That is the execution level of Demacia's plan, which is much higher than he initially expected.

This is not an idle move by Demacia, but their next national strategic focus after getting rid of the threat of Noxus.

Therefore, they would rather devote all their efforts to accepting as many immigrants from the ice sheet as possible, even at the expense of massive resources.

The purpose is to drain the blood of the Avarosa Alliance in one breath, so that Ashe will never recover.

"It's like they can deal with the Noxians at any cost. The Demacians are really determined this time to kill the Avarosa Alliance in the cradle and the future of the Freljord. Completely destroy it!"

Tryndamere said with a serious face.

"This" Iceborn warriors are aware of the seriousness of the problem.

They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of war.

But these Germans don't kill people with knives, they only hit people with delicious bread.

How should this kind of battle be fought?
"Ashe's blood alliance, what should we do?" These muscular and strong men could only look at the most intelligent hero present in confusion.

Tryndamere thought for a while.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Stay here, and spend time with these cunning villains!"

"They play with theirs, we eat ours! I can't believe we have so many mouths. We really can't overwhelm them!"

As he spoke, Tryndamere resentfully drank the fine wine in his glass.

"Come on, have another drink!"

(End of this chapter)