Chapter 454 Ashe's Plan
While Tryndamere was angry, he couldn't help but worry about the future of the Avarosan tribe.
The moves made by those cunning Demacians were so vicious that it seemed as if they were aiming to disintegrate their new tribal alliance from the very beginning .
"Ashe." Tryndamere asked worriedly, "It seems that those Demacians have noticed us."
Although the Avarosa tribe has always had private trade exchanges with Demacia, at first glance it seems that the relationship is good.
But for a "Central Plains" agricultural kingdom like Demacia, an alliance of barbarian tribes on the ice field can only be a potential threat, rather than a good friend who can benefit from each other.
In fact, whether it is the Avarosa Alliance or other southern tribes:
When the weather is good, everyone does some small business with the Demacians in a friendly manner. But when there is a famine or drought, and there is not enough food, they will try to find ways to go south to forage for food.
Avarosa is no exception to this.
There is no other way. The Freljord winter is too harsh.
If they didn't go south to "borrow" some food from the farmers, many people would have frozen to death.
Although Ashe's ideal is unity and peace, as the leader of the Freljord people, she must also face this cruel reality and prioritize the survival of her own people.
Therefore, the Avarosa Tribal Alliance, which has risen in recent years, has also had many armed conflicts with the Kingdom of Demacia.
Once the Freljordians break through the border defenses and enter Debon, these true barbarians with no military discipline will attack the homes of the unarmed Debon farmers...
So what they "borrowed" was not just emergency food.
Therefore, from the perspective of the Demacians, they have every reason to regard the Avarosa Tribal Alliance as their mortal enemy and secretly harm them.
"A child of destiny who is capable of uniting the tribes of the Icefield is definitely not what the Demacians want to see."
“They will try every means to hinder your progress, destroy your cause, and undermine the unity of the Freljord people.”
Tryndamere looked at Ashe with a serious expression.
In his opinion, the trade opening and immigration acceptance policies launched by Demacia this time were a deliberate strategy to disintegrate the Avarosa Tribal Alliance and destroy Ashe's lifelong career.
"Maybe." Ashe's azure eyes still maintained a rational look: "According to what I learned from the caravan members, Demacia's open trade policy is not only aimed at Freljord, but at all countries."
"For example..." She looked at the hexagon speakers on the table. "These small magic props with the blue bird emblem printed on them are said to have been imported by the Demacians from the distant Twin Cities."
Although Ashe had never been the monarch of a great country like Demacia, she could vaguely guess how much resistance there would be in making such a major reform.
If Demacia only wanted to deal with the Avarosan Alliance, they could have opened up border trade with Freljord in a targeted manner instead of making drastic changes to their national policy right away.
"So, it's hard to say whether they are intentionally targeting our Avarosa tribe this time," Ashe judged.
But the hostility in Tryndamere's eyes remained unchanged: "But Ashe, you should also understand:"
"Whether Demacia did it intentionally or not, what they did has already posed a serious threat to us."
"If we leave it alone and allow those Demacians to open their borders and lure the Icefield Tribes join them, then within two years... the Icefield Tribes that you have worked so hard to integrate will be almost wiped out."
"This...yeah." Ash sighed softly.
Her slender silver eyebrows were slightly frowned again, and her look was full of solemnity.
“We must act,” said Tryndamere.
"What do you think?" Ash looked at her husband tentatively.
Then, unsurprisingly, this young man, known for his bravery, responded, "Fight!"
"Gather the tribes of the Icefield and sweep across the Kingdom of Demacia!"
Tryndamere said seriously. Although his suggestion was crude and simple, it was not made randomly.
This method is really useful.
Don’t you, Demacia, want to open your doors and attract the Icefield Tribe to join you ?
Well then, I will rush into your house and rob you, and see if you dare to leave the door open.
"By doing this, we can accumulate food for the winter for our Avarosa Alliance and solve everyone's food problem;"
"Secondly, it can teach those Demacians a painful lesson and remind them of the reputation of us Freljord people."
Although it is called reputation, what Tryndamere actually wants the people of Debon to remember is the hatred between them and the Freljord people.
He will use violence to create hatred and incite hatred, provoking a bloody fight between the two races.
In this way, the Demacians will hate and fear the Icemen, and the Demacian nobles will know that the Icemen are not domestic dogs that can be tamed.
Even if the Demacia royal family still wants to continue to accept the Icefield Tribe, their policies will never be implemented without the support of the people and the nobles.
"This is indeed an effective method." Ashe nodded silently.
It's also a very Freljordian approach.
If it were Sejuani with the Winter Claw, or any other war mother of the ice tribe , they would choose war without hesitation.
But Ashe is different. What she longs for is unity and peace, treasures that the Freljord has never had.
"This method will cause many people to die." Ashe sighed softly.
"Demacia's border defenses are not so easy to break through."
The Avarosan Alliance is very powerful, but the Kingdom of Demacia is even stronger.
In the past, they were able to withstand the tremendous pressure from the Noxian Empire while still firmly defending the northern border and preventing the large Freljord forces from invading their homeland.
And now, the war between Demacia and Noxus has ceased.
Without the distraction of its arch-enemy Noxus, the northern defense line of the Kingdom of Demacia will only become more stable.
Those German veterans who have been tempered in the flames of war are in no way inferior to the tribal warriors of Fredjord.
Ashe has paid attention to the situation outside the ice field.
She knew that if she invaded German territory at this time, she would face a brutal war.
"A lot of people are going to die, and the funny thing is..."
The reason for their death, after all, was to prevent them from joining Germany and pursuing a better life.
So Ashe had mixed feelings.
Her ideal is to bring unity and peace to the Freljord and allow those weak tribes to survive the long winter.
But now, in order to realize this ideal, she has to stop everyone from going to a place where this ideal has already been realized.
There are no cold nights or long winters in Demacia. There is only fertile land and warm sun.
If the Freljordans could have a home there, what would be wrong with that?
"No! Ashe, you are too naive this time!" Tryndamere reminded solemnly: "There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world!"
"Demacia is a vast land, but not a single inch of it is unowned."
"How can you believe that these Demacians would be so kind as to give up their land and food to the Freljordians, who have a deep hatred for them?"
There is no love without reason in the world.
What’s more, this is a selfless love that transcends national borders and races.
Could it be that these Demacians believed in some good god and suddenly awakened to become good people?
This is unrealistic. Tryndamere believes that there must be something fishy about those beautiful rumors about Demacia.
"The Demacians themselves still have a lot of serfs who don't have enough food to eat. Why would they share their food with us? This is just a sugar-coated bullet they use to disintegrate the Avarosan Alliance!"
"Maybe they will take out some resources now and pretend to be kind to bribe a few ice tribes."
"But when the news spread across the ice field, everyone began to believe that the Demacians were so kind, and began to foolishly betray Avarosa and go south to join them..."
"They will surely drop their hypocritical mask and strike at the Freljordians who have fallen into their trap."
Tryndamere has a clear mind.
Where does the value of these traitors' united front work come from? Isn't it because they have a powerful hometown behind them?
Once the Avarosan Alliance is successfully disintegrated and the Demacians achieve their strategic goals, these ice tribes will be of no use to the Demacians.
They will only become a burden in the competition for resources with the Demacians and become outsiders excluded by the Demacians.
By then, can they still enjoy the so-called happy life in Demacia?
Can the rumored “free food and accommodation, and sufficient food” continue to be fulfilled?
"This..." Ashe frowned.
She had also considered the question raised by Tryndamere.
But according to her own judgment, this round of Demacia's national policy reforms is huge and far-reaching, and it does not seem to be aimed specifically at the Freljord people.
So, is this a trap?
Can the people of Freljord really find happiness after going south?
"Don't think about it." Tryndamere advised: "Ashe, we can't afford the risk."
"Even if the bet is won, only a small group of people will be happy. Can Demacia really accept all the people in the Freljord wasteland into its home?"
"Of course not!"
"So the best outcome of this incident is to let those defectors live a good life in Debang."
"The Avarosan Alliance will fall apart with their departure, and the Freljord will return to chaos as Avarosan disintegrates, and then forever sink into chaos and disorder - just like in the past."
"Is this what you want to see, Ash?"
Of course not. Ashe has come this far with great difficulty in order to achieve the unification of Freljord.
"I know." Ashe raised her head suddenly, as if she had just thought for a while.
"But I refuse to go to war."
"Ashe?!" Tryndamere couldn't understand.
Although Ashe has lofty ideals, she is not a saint who fears war. A saint cannot survive in Freljord.
So, why is she so opposed to war now?
"No, I'm not against war." A smile appeared on Ashe's lips: "I just thought of a better way."
"What?" Tryndamere looked over in confusion.
"Tryndamere, you reminded me." Ashe's eyes flashed with wisdom: "Whether the Demacians targeted us intentionally or unintentionally, their own resources are limited."
"As you said, although Demacia is large, there is not an inch of land that is unowned."
“So how much resources can they give to the Freljordians? What is their limit?”
Ashe's words made Tryndamere think.
His eyes soon lit up: "Ashe, are you saying... to use their own tricks against me?"
"Yes." Ashe nodded. As the divine incarnation of Avarosa, her wisdom was as great as her bravery.
"Isn't Demacia willing to accept the Freljord people as its allies? Then I will do them a favor - organize those weak mortal tribes without Iceborn leaders to go south and submit together."
There are two kinds of people in the Freljord, the Iceborn and the common people.
The Iceborn are all descendants of the three Ice Sisters and their followers.
They inherited the icy bloodline of their ancestors and are naturally not afraid of the cold, wind and snow. They possess powerful magic power and extraordinary bodies.
Like Ashe and Tryndamere, they are all Iceborn who are not afraid of frost.
That's why they can go shirtless and wear short skirts in the snow and ice of the Freljord, dressing like they're attending a pool party in Piltover.
These powerful Iceborn warriors are the main fighting force and ruling core of the Avarosa Tribal Alliance.
As for the ordinary people... there are quite a few strong warriors among them, but most of them are weak people who find it difficult to survive in the snow.
In other tribes, these people can only be slaves of the Ice Warriors.
But even so, most large tribes are still unwilling to accept weak mortal tribes without Iceborn leaders.
Because one more person means one more mouth to feed.
However, these non-Ice Race mortals may not necessarily be able to solve their own food problems.
Raising slaves, but the slaves' labor output is not enough to feed themselves, and the slave owners have to provide food subsidies - who would be willing to do this kind of loss-making business?
So looking at the entire Freljord Icefield, only Ashe has more humanistic care and is willing, even willing to accept those mortal tribes into the Alliance as non-slaves.
But kindness cannot be eaten.
While Ashe's good deeds earned her great fame, they also brought tremendous survival pressure to the Avarosa tribe.
Every day when she opens her eyes, there are so many mouths to feed, which makes her feel very tired.
So, Ashe decided: "We can let the Demacians help us share some of the pressure."
"Those mortals can barely survive here. In this case, it would be better to organize them and let them seek livelihood from the Demacians."
"This..." Tryndamere's eyes lit up: "Great!"
Anyway, Avarosa's main fighting force is still the Iceborn and the extraordinary warriors.
Even if these mortal tribes leave, it will not cause much damage to the overall strength of the Avarosa Alliance.
"We can take this opportunity to improve the health of a group of old, weak and sick people in the tribe and send them to Demacia to beg for food!"
Don’t you, Demacia, want to play the immigration card?
Well then, I will load the immigrants onto the truck the next day and deliver them to your doorstep in a steady stream.
Let’s see how many mouths you can feed and how long you can maintain this open policy?
"If more people go, the Demacia people will definitely not be able to hold on." Ashe said confidently: "The threat posed by Demacia to us will collapse on its own."
"In this way, mortals have a place to stay in the warm south;"
"Avarosa has also relieved some of the burden and reduced the pressure of survival."
It’s a win-win-win situation.
Avarosa won three times in a row, and the only ones who suffered were those fools from Demacia.
"The only problem is..." Ashe frowned again, "After suffering the impact of the immigration wave, Demacia may be aroused to hate the Ice People."
"By then, they are likely to turn against the immigrants we sent and create large-scale anti-European incidents."
Tryndamere doesn't care about the safety of these weaklings.
But Ashe cares.
So after a brief thought, she said, "I think we can add another layer of insurance."
"How?" Tryndamere asked seriously.
"We can take advantage of the opportunity of Demacia opening its borders to allow a group of Iceborn warriors to blend into the immigration team, and let them follow the Hearth Households deep into the borders of Demacia and infiltrate the enemy."
Then, it depends on Demacia’s next move.
If they could swallow their pride and properly accommodate the mortal tribes that were pouring into the country, then Ashe would withdraw the Iceborn warriors who were ambushing among them.
But if they get angry and turn against their will, or even raise their knives to kill those Freljord immigrants...
"Then you can't blame us for being rude." A hint of coldness flashed across Ashe's eyes.
"It would be best if they really have good intentions. Otherwise, as long as they show their hypocrisy, we can work together to break through their defenses and get supplies for this winter in Demacia."
"Okay!" Tryndamere's blood boiled when he heard it.
This plan of sending immigrants openly and setting up ambushes secretly was indeed much more clever than his plan of directly starting a war.
Attacking the border of Demacia from the outside would be difficult, but if we start unrest from within and then cooperate with the main attack, we would have a good chance of breaking through Demacia's border defenses in one fell swoop.
Even if I can't enter the city in one fell swoop and carve out a niche for myself in Demacia...
We can also take a big bite of meat from them and let the entire league spend this winter well fed.
Thinking of this, Tryndamere's sword felt a little thirsty.
He wished he could kill Jarvan and the Crown Guard with a sword and take their food for his own people.
"But there is another problem with this plan." Ashe calmed down her husband's overheated temper in time: "The person sent to lead these Iceborn warriors must be wise enough and absolutely loyal."
Compared with the resource-poor Freljord, the colorful world of Demacia is so fascinating.
As the saying goes, I would rather have a tile in Germany than a house in the iceberg.
Even the farmers in Demacia eat better than the tribal leaders in Freljord.
So, who wouldn't want to win a title in Germany and own a piece of land? Even if it's just a small title or a small piece of land.
If the people sent are not loyal enough, the other party may sell out their teammates before they can bring Avarosa into the country.
"There are not many people in the tribe who I can absolutely trust." As she spoke, Ashe's gaze had already quietly fixed on Tryndamere.
"Let me go!" Teda Mil immediately understood.
He volunteered: "Ashe, let me go to Demacia——"
"I am the only one who will never betray you!"
