LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 460 Who Can Save the Freljord?
A week later, in the Industrial Zone of Myth Silver City.

After get off work in the evening, Tryndamere and the Iceborn warriors walked into the public cafeteria in the industrial area together, and took out their purses.

This is the salary advanced to them by the blacksmith cooperative.

When the cadres of the cooperative gave money to these Ice Plains people, they specifically told them that they were paid to work here, and that the excess wages could be saved so that they should not be spent too quickly.

After all, Miyin City Industrial Zone only provides workers with basic housing and living security.If you want to live in a better house and live a better quality of life in the future, you have to buy it yourself.

But Tryndamere and others didn't listen to him.

To the Iceborne, money is the least valuable thing, and houses don't matter.Only the food in the stomach and the fat growing on the waist are the real wealth.

So, Tryndamere bought a bucket of spirits, a pot of oatmeal and vegetable stew, a pot of cabbage soup, a loaf of black bread, and three alchemical fast-growing roast chickens with his salary.
The food piled up on the table into a hill, causing the surrounding construction workers in Zaun and the local workers in Mihril City to stare at it.

"This is heaven." After eating and drinking, some Iceborn warriors couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes." Tryndamere also burped comfortably.

You don’t have to risk your life to chase big wild boars on the ice field every day. You can get so much delicious food in exchange for a day of burning stoves and ironing in the blacksmith’s shop.

What's more, in the so-called modern blacksmith shops of these Germans, there are also electric stoves, blowers, hydraulic hammers, and grinders that are said to be imported from Zuan
They don't even need to burn the stove by themselves, and they don't even need to beat the iron by themselves. They learn to fiddle with those machines, and supplemented by manual forging, they can easily complete ten times the workload of the past.

Safe and labor-saving, no worries about eating and drinking.Compared with the past, isn't this a fairy day?

Happy here, don't think about it.
"Ahem!" The alcohol dissipated, and Tryndamere's expression immediately became serious.

He put down the wine barrel in his arms, and stared at the Iceborne soldiers who had been knocked out by the sugar-coated shells beside him: "Guys, don't forget what we are here for! It's only been a few days, you forget Which tribe do you belong to?"

"Hmm..." the iceborn warriors lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Tryndamere wanted to teach him a few more words, but he swallowed the words again.

Because he understands the mentality of these fighters.

In the Freljord, mortal furnaces follow iceborn warriors, small tribes follow large tribes, weak follow strong, and in the final analysis, they all follow those who can feed everyone.

And now, Laxana of Mithril City is undoubtedly the "wolf" who can feed everyone the most.

Compared with Lux, Ashe has lost her biggest hole card as a leader.

"Alas." Tryndamere's heart was heavy, and even the roast chicken in his mouth was tasteless.

He looked at the dozen or so Iceborn warriors around him, and then asked belatedly, "What about the others? Why don't they eat in the cafeteria again?"

A week ago, they acted collectively as a tribe.

As soon as they were dispatched, there were nearly a hundred strong men holding a group, and the scene was as spectacular as a mafia big brother patrolling the street.

But now, there were only a dozen or so ice-born warriors surrounding Tryndamere.

Many people "disappear" as soon as they get off work, and they can only be seen once in the worker's night school at night and in the worker's dormitory building at night.

"They ah" everyone gave the answer in a hurry.

Some of these "missing" Iceborne warriors went to taverns in the city, some went to supermarkets in industrial areas, and some went to roadside food stalls.
In short, everyone started to live their own lives after work, and no longer revolved around Tryndamere alone.

"This..." The more Tryndamere thought about it, the more something went wrong.

In the past on the ice sheet, everyone acted collectively as a tribe, hunting and grazing together.

Even if they act separately, they will form a small group, otherwise the biting ice and snow and all kinds of ferocious beasts in the Freljord will teach those lone wolves who have lost their pack a lesson in blood.

But in Mithral City, everything is different.

People's work and private life are separated.They no longer need to surround the wolf head all the time, worrying about losing the protection of the tribe all the time.

And so, unconsciously, the people around Tryndamere dispersed.

Recall that half a month ago, he personally led nearly a hundred children to the south of Debang.All the soldiers followed him wholeheartedly.

But now, unknowingly, he was almost turning into a bare-bones commander whose words no one listened to.

"This is not right." Tryndamere frowned.

In the words of the leaders, this is called productivity determines production relations, and changes in production relations have brought about the disintegration of the old personal attachment.

In the era of industrialization, herdsmen no longer need to be attached to tribes, and farmers no longer need to be attached to lords. People are free to leave pastures and land, find jobs in cities, and support themselves.

So those outdated nomadic tribes, noble lords, and feudal clans will naturally be eliminated by history.

Tryndamere did not understand these things.

But he has sensed the danger.

"It won't be long before everyone forgets the tribe." Tryndamere frowned.

In fact, this is already happening.

Not only them, but other tribes who came to work in Mithral City also soon showed signs of natural collapse under this modern way of life.

It's only been a week, and the majesty of many tribal leaders has disappeared.

People still habitually obey the orders of tribal leaders, but they have gradually realized a problem:
Now everyone is a worker with equal status, the factory pays the wages, and I buy the food with my own wages, so why should I listen to you, a useless wolf?
"This..." the Iceborn warriors gradually realized the seriousness of the problem after hearing the words.

But they also can't understand the root of the problem, so they have to use the old thinking to understand: "This can't be helped."

"Everyone is eating Miss Laxana's meal now, so of course you have to be Miss Laxana's warrior."

Someone sighed so much.

"Yes." Tryndamere was about to nod, but...
"Miss Laxana? Miss?" His face sank, "Since when did you all start using honorific titles for her?"

"Ah" the atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

In the past, under such circumstances, generally no one would retaliate.

Because the Icelanders are always in a precarious and dangerous situation.Everyone's survival depends on the collective, and the collective must implement decisions in a united and efficient manner, otherwise it will be difficult for this fragile group of survivors to survive on the ice sheet.

Therefore, in most cases, the status of the tribal leader is absolute, and his majesty cannot be challenged.

Even if Tryndamere was just a temporary leader, the "little wife" of the real leader Ashe, his majesty in front of his subordinates should not be offended.

However, at this moment.
After a moment of hesitation, someone actually dared to answer: "Tryndamere, I think Miss Laxana may not be as bad as you imagined."

"What she said may be true."

"You?" Tryndamere wanted to get angry when he was slapped in the face as soon as he showed the majesty of the leader.

But when he saw the tangled faces, and thought of the dozens of Iceborn warriors who disappeared after work and had been invisible out of control, he suddenly realized that...
Now he has no right to speak like that.Because everyone can leave him at any time, but he can't leave everyone.

And the worst thing is, because Ashe is too benevolent, she is too reassured about these soldiers who were born in Avarosa. Therefore, she did not adopt a useful hostage system, and gave the blood relatives of these Iceborn soldiers to Take control.

Therefore, apart from the illusory "righteousness of monarch and subject" and the blood bondage of the tribe, Tryndamere no longer has the means to restrain these warriors.

"Tryndamere." Seeing that Tryndamere had stopped talking, the Iceborne warriors became more courageous: "To be honest, I don't think Miss Laxana lied to us."

"She is sincerely treating everyone well, and sincerely wants the people of the ice field to live a good life."

"." Tryndamere became increasingly speechless.

In fact, he felt a little similarly.

Because Lux is really completely different from the German nobles he knows, and Mithral City is also completely different from the Demacia he imagined.

Tryndamere used to think that Demacia should be a country full of oppression and exploitation, a country ruled by fat and selfish nobles.

Everyone here is selfish and greedy, they can sell everything for money and power, without the selflessness and solidarity of the Freljord people.

But after coming to Mi Silver City, the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.

There are no aristocratic lords driving away serfs with whips, but a group of cadres who mix among the grassroots workers so that no one can tell the difference.

Everyone works in the factory, and the factory is like a tribe.People work together in this "big tribe", and the factory will give a part of the income without hesitation to ensure everyone's basic necessities of life.

Compared with the high-ranking tribal leaders, the leading cadres of the Miyin City factory are unusually approachable and approachable, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Especially Laxana.This aristocratic lady of the Crown Guard family eats with everyone in the factory cafeteria every day, and even enthusiastically jokes and chats with the most ordinary immigrants from the ice field.

Every time Tryndamere saw her, she called out his name enthusiastically.

At first, he thought that he had exposed something suspicious, which made the great nobleman focus on him.

It was only later that he discovered that Lux not only remembered his name, but also the names of many ordinary workers, including their origins, tempers, and recent life conditions.

The mage's extraordinary memory was used by her to care about the people's livelihood under her rule.

Now the cadres in Mithral City are basically of this type.

There are no nobles.There are also many small nobles under the command of the Crown Guard family, and many traditional landlords who resist change.

When they heard that Lux was going to give up the ancestral method of plowing and fighting, and set up some foreign affairs in Miyin City, they also stood up and opposed it.

But when Lux came back with Galio and the mage legion, they were all honest.

Tryndamere and others didn't know the inside story.

They only saw this beautiful scene like a peach blossom garden in Mithral City.

So, everyone couldn't help but have this thought: "Being a slave to the nobles in Germany doesn't seem to be that bad. Why do people who have been to Germany before say that those serfs have a hard life?"

"."

"No!" Tryndamere gritted his teeth.

He insisted on telling everyone: "Don't be fooled by the beauty in front of you."

"Yes, maybe Laxana is really as kind as she said, and the nobles in Mithral City who call themselves cadres are also good people."

As much as Tryndamere admitted.

Because after a week of understanding and contact, he really couldn't speak ill of Lacus and the others.

He believed that Mithral City was indeed a paradise on earth, a utopia run by saints.

"But this is definitely not the real situation in Demacia!" Tryndamere said: "Mithral City is just a special case!"

This is actually well proven.

There are many serfs who escaped from the surrounding cities in the Industrial Zone of Miyin City.If the whole of Germany is so good, then they don't have to escape.

"So, this is just a playground built by a noble lady. It cannot represent the attitude of the Demacian royal family, nor can it represent the thoughts of all Demacians."

"Count these Germans to save the Freljord?"

"Do not make jokes!"

Again.The German people are not their long-lost relatives, why are they helping them like this?

Maybe Lux is a saint.

"But other Demacian nobles can never be like Laxana!" Tryndamere growled in a low voice: "If Avarosa surrenders to Debon, they will definitely squeeze them twice as much as they squeezed those serfs." our!"

"I understand the truth." The iceborn soldiers nodded.

"But." Someone said boldly, "We don't need to follow the royal family of Demacia, but Miss Laxana."

"Um..." Tryndamere went off all of a sudden.

He spoke from the perspective of the Avarosa Alliance and the entire Freljord.

Lacus, a saint, cannot support the entire Avarosa Alliance, let alone make the people of the entire Ice Plain happy.

Only Ashe can do this, and only by the strength of the Freljord themselves.

So he has to keep fighting.

But the Iceborne warriors spoke from their own perspective.

Miyin City is not big, but it is enough to feed tens of thousands of Icefield people.Anyway, they are already here now. As for the fate of the Freljord, what does it matter to them?
"Tryndamere, I think we can convince Warmother Ashe." Then, everyone's speech became more and more dangerous: "Let her bring our tribe here to work."

The Avarosa Alliance is a tribal alliance composed of hundreds of tribes in the Ice Plains, and Mithral City can't accept it.

But the Avarosa tribe is only a large tribe, with a total of only a few thousand people, and Miraz City can fully accommodate it.

Just let the Alliance disintegrate, and they'll only have their Horde to take care of.

Since Lux is a real saint, and Miraz is also a real paradise on earth, why don't they turn their backs and drop their armor and surrender with courtesy?

"Let Ashe Zhanmu bring everyone here quickly, lest other tribes take all the job opportunities." Everyone couldn't help but say.

"Bastard!" Tryndamere's anger bar was full.

Ashe finally united everyone and established this tribal alliance.

But these worthless people are about to abandon the alliance, making Ashe's life-long painstaking efforts a joke.

This annoyed Tryndamere.Although he also ate Laxana's meal, he did not forget Ashe's great ideal.

And these ice-born warriors... they are obviously living people, and they don't have any ideals.

But the problem is, although the power of ideals is great, but for most people, ideals are an illusory thing that cannot be used as food.

Therefore, talking about ideals and goals with these ice-born warriors may not be able to restore their eagerness to move.

After pondering for a while, Tryndamere could only say, "Fool!"

"Do you really think that everything will be fine if you take refuge in Laxana?"

"I didn't say everything, she is just an outlier among the nobles, and Mithral City is just a special case of Debon."

"Have you ever thought about how long this special case can last? Mithral City looks prosperous now, but can this momentum continue?"

"This..." the iceborn warriors fell into deep thought after hearing the words.

Lux built Mithral City into a paradise on earth, and Ashe immediately felt a deadly threat.

Ashe is like this, what about other Demacian nobles?

They watched Lux, an alien, wreak havoc on the feudal order, watched the serfs under his command continue to flee to Mithral City, and watched the subjects under his rule become eager to move.
Will they really acquiesce to the situation until then?

"I see, if this continues, Laxana will sooner or later make herself an enemy of the nobles of Demacia."

"Not only Demacia, but even kings and nobles all over the world will not understand her!"

Tryndamere also understood the cruelty of class struggle without a teacher.

"If things go on like this, how long can this little girl last? She can build a factory to earn money now, so what if all the nobles in Germany unite with others to oppose her, not to do business with Mithral City, or to buy her products , do not sell her food."

"By then, will Mithral City still be thriving as it is now?"

"No matter how powerful the 'big stone man' under her command is, can it be stronger than the forces opposing her all over the world?"

"." Frightened by Tryndamere, the Iceborn warriors were stunned.

"Remember when we were in the immigration camp?" Tryndamere said while the iron was hot: "Laxana let us let go of food at first, but within a few days, the camp changed to a rationing system."

"For the same reason, we can eat and drink without worrying about it now. What about after that? How long can the little girl last, how long can the model of Mithral City be maintained, and will the flag of the crown guard fall from here one day?"

No matter how beautiful the ideal is, it must compromise with reality.

He believes in Lux's ideal, but he doesn't believe that her ideal can take root in this cruel reality.

"." The iceborn warriors were speechless.

They already seemed to be able to see the dire future that Tryndamere had described.

Unless there are so many saints like Laksanna that they can defeat the nobles of the whole world, Mithral City will have problems sooner or later under the hostility and targeting of the whole world.

And this still does not consider internal factors at all, only considering external threats.

If you consider the nobles and nobles in Mithril City, do they really want to follow Laxana and become saints like her?
The more people thought about it, the more frightened they became, and the beauty in front of them seemed to be a mirror image that could be shattered at any time.

"So, we can't rely on Laxana! Relying on mountains falling, relying on ice melting, relying on others will never be reliable!"

Tryndamere clenched his fists tightly.He was speaking to the Iceborn warriors as much as to himself.

Gradually, he who had been carefully lowering his voice, couldn't help but raise it:
"There is no savior in this world. Even if there is, he can't save everyone!"

"A good life in the Freljord can only be created by the hands of the Freljord people!"

"We can only rely on ourselves! Rely on us Ava"

Tryndamere almost called out Avarosa's name aloud.

Suddenly: "Good!"

An excited echo came from behind.

Tryndamere's heart tightened, and he looked back:
I saw that Lacus had appeared at the door of the cafeteria at some point, looking at him excitedly.

"Tryndamere!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, like a lone wolf who finally found a companion on the vast ice field: "Well said, you said so well!"

Lux walked over quickly: "What were you talking about just now? Tryndamere, how did you come up with these words?"

(End of this chapter)