Chapter 456: Hospitality Lux
"Ashe's blood alliance, cross this mountain, and the mountain pass ahead is the border fortress of the Demacians." The accompanying Iceborn warrior said to Tryndamere.
"Yeah." Tryndamere nodded.
He stood on the hillside of this southern country and looked around, only to see lush greenery all over the mountains and fields.
Birds roam in the woods, animals run in the bushes , the warm sunshine shines on our bodies, and even the cool breeze in the mountains seems warm.
This state of everything bursting with vitality is something the ice dwellers of the Freljord will never see.
The bitter cold air currents that were everywhere from the Arctic Ocean to the southern ice fields were now firmly blocked out by the continuous mountains they had passed through in the past few days.
A mountain range separates the north and the south, and also separates the spring breeze and ice and snow, civilization and desolation.
"This is a great place." Tryndamere sighed softly.
He had never left the ice field before, but he finally understood what kind of magic this land had and why the tribes in the southern part of the ice field betrayed Ashe and joined Debon.
This is a wonderful land.
"It's also a beautiful trap." Tryndamere's eyes showed seriousness again.
This trap will continuously attract prey on the ice field, and the Freljord people who have finally united will be disintegrated into a pile of scattered sand again.
At that time, the people of Freljord will sink into eternal chaos, struggling forever in endless internal strife and fighting.
The Germans would sneer at their exquisite and luxurious parties and tell of their great feat of dismantling a great alliance without losing a single soldier.
"We can't let them succeed." Tryndamere said to himself: "The Freljord must be unified and strong!"
As he spoke, he took the lead and said to the soldiers around him: "Let's go, let's uncover the conspiracy of these Germans and break their traps!"
"Yes!" The Iceborn warriors nodded secretly.
At this time, they all hid their special identities as Iceborn and, like the mortals on the ice field, wore thick furs to protect against the cold winter.
Even Tryndamere, who always appears shirtless, dressed himself up like a thick ball of fur.
There were nearly a hundred people in this group, all of whom were elites carefully selected by Ashe from the Avarosa tribe.
Although their number may seem small, they are already a powerful force capable of capturing cities, destroying armies and killing generals.
These nearly one hundred humanoid Gundams have been carefully camouflaged and now look like an ordinary, weak and non-threatening mortal tribe.
And beside, behind, and in front of Tryndamere and his companions, there were more such tribes, marching in groups towards the border of Demacia, facing the warm wind blowing from the south.
And further behind, in places invisible to the naked eye, more Freljord people responded to Ashe's call and were migrating from all directions, heading south to Demacia.
They will arrive here one after another tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even later.
They are all a tribe of true mortals.
This first group of organized immigrants, all in total, numbered probably about 10,000 to 20,000 people.
"Ashe's Blood Alliance." Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the border, a soldier asked Tryndamere with concern: "Will the 10,000 or 20,000 Hearthholders we organized this time not be enough?"
The Freljord Icefield stretches from Demacia in the east to Noxus in the west, stretching thousands of miles from north to south and tens of thousands of miles from east to west, covering an extremely vast area.
This vast land is extremely barren, and the total population of the entire ice field may be only a few million.
The population size of a typical icefield tribe generally does not exceed a few hundred people.
The fact that the Avarosa Tribal Alliance was able to release 10,000 to 20,000 immigrants in one go was an unprecedented large-scale move on the ice field.
But these less than 20,000 people seem to be nothing to Demacia, a southern country with a population of tens of millions.
So everyone was a little worried: "Will the Demacians easily accept the immigrants we sent?"
"If that's the case, then aren't we helping the Demacia people gain momentum and attracting more ice tribes to join them?"
"Haha." After hearing this, Tryndamere laughed confidently.
He shook his head and said to the young warrior: "Kid, you don't understand Demacia."
"Yes, there are many Demacians and the resources are abundant."
"But don't forget that the tribes that went south to plunder in the past only had a few hundred or a thousand people. But they were able to pass through the defense line guarded by tens of thousands of German soldiers and come and go freely in the land of hundreds of thousands or millions of people."
"why is that?"
"This..." The Iceborn warrior frowned and thought: "Because the Debon people are weak?"
"No." Tryndamere's eyes flashed with wisdom: "Because they are all too selfish."
"Unlike us, all supplies 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 and how to suck blood from the 'tribe'. Even when facing foreign invasion , they have to think about how to prioritize the interests of their own family."
"So every time this huge giant moves, it loses a lot of blood inside its body."
"It is doomed to become dull, rotten, and powerless, not as powerful as they should be."
He paused for a moment and said, "Now, do you still think that one or two thousand people are too few?"
These more than 10,000 people are indeed not a lot for the entire Kingdom of Demacia.
However, in order to properly resettle more than 10,000 people, we must provide them with "food and shelter, and sufficient food", and also guarantee their future production and living.
The resources required and the interests involved are so great that no Demacia bureaucrat would dare to say that the price is too low.
Just a simple question:
Who will pay for this?
All the land in Debang has owners. Who will use the land to support these icefield immigrants?
The smaller nobles on the border simply couldn't bear it, and the larger nobles absolutely couldn't tolerate it either.
Let the royal family pay for it and allocate funds from Xiongdu, but after so many years of fighting and conferring so many titles, the king’s family has no surplus food!
He can afford it, but is old Jarvan willing to give up this precious resource?
"These 10,000 people certainly can't bring Demacia down, but they can bring pressure to the rulers of Demacia."
Tryndamere judged that this was the limit of the Demacian policy.
Even if this wave of immigration does not destroy their open policy and force them to rebuild the border wall obediently;
It will also definitely expose the true colors of these hypocritical guys and completely tear apart the illusion of Demacia as a paradise on earth.
"Food and lodging provided, and enough food?"
"Ha!" More than 10,000 people were sent over at once. Let's see where you get so much food.
If Demacia can't bear it, it will definitely turn against its promise.
Not to mention providing food and shelter, it would be good enough if they didn't exploit the ice field immigrants instead.
It was agreed that I would get a copper ring fried chicken and a silver wheel big house, but in the end, I ended up working illegally in Piltover, eating copper ring black bread, living in a rental house in the Zaun community, and being exploited and humiliated by fellow gangsters every day, and being discriminated against and made things difficult by the Piltover law enforcement officers...
If this is anything close to the truth, then Demacia's appeal would be greatly reduced.
"The Demacian conspiracy will soon be exposed." Tryndamere is confident in this plan.
"But..." His only worry was, "I'm worried that Demacia will get angry and turn against us too quickly."
If these Demacians see that there are too many immigrants, they will launch an expulsion operation without hesitation and kill the ice people.
Then they would have no chance to complete the plan of internal and external cooperation and join forces with Ashe to rescue their own people.
"Don't worry, Ashe's blood alliance." Fortunately, the Iceborn warriors are brave enough.
They said: "If those Demacians are really so shameless, then the worst that can happen is that we fight them!"
"No Freljordian is a coward. With us leading the way, even those mortal Hearth-dwellers will be able to fight their way out of Silver City!"
Indeed, those mortal hearth dwellers are weaklings who can barely make a living independently in Freljord.
Who among those who could have survived on that vast ice field until now could be a powerless person?
As the saying goes, "A river crab in Area 1 can beat the king of the suburbs." The mortal hearth dwellers of Freljord are definitely not inferior to the mortal warriors of Demacia.
"Okay!" Tryndamere was also inspired by the enthusiasm of the warriors.
He tightly grasped the sword in his hand and walked forward more firmly: "As long as those Demacians dare to turn against us, we will fight them!"
…
After a long time.
After crossing steep mountains and deep canyons, Tryndamere and his crew finally arrived at the Demacia outpost at the mountain pass.
This small fortress on a mountain road has always been the Demacian people's front line in defense against barbarian invasions.
Not to mention the Freljord people, even if the Freljord snow rabbits passed through here, they would be hit by a volley of bullets from the city defense crossbows.
But now...
The fortress, however, was completely open to the north.
The warriors of the Crown Guard family, who had been fully armed and ready for battle on the top of the city wall, now walked down the wall with a friendly look on their faces and set up a welcoming tent for immigration registration on the side of the road leading to the south.
"Another new tribe is coming!" A soldier noticed Tryndamere and his group.
He turned around and reported happily: "Ms. Laxana, a new tribe has arrived!"
"This..." Tryndamere was stunned for a moment.
Happy? Why should these Demacians be happy?
It was as if these poor beggars on the ice field were distinguished guests returning from afar.
This...why?
Is it because there are too few immigrants arriving now and the Demacians don’t feel the pressure yet?
But this is also unlikely.
The earliest batch of mortal tribes should have arrived at the German border since morning.
The total number of people who arrived here today should be close to two thousand.
How can these Demacians still smile when faced with so many immigrants pouring in at once?
Tryndamere was puzzled.
At this time, accompanied by the excited shouts of the soldiers over there, the noble lady called "Laxana" finally revealed her true face.
She has flowing blonde hair, shiny white teeth, and skin so tender that it looks like water could be squeezed out of it. At first glance, she is a girl who grew up in the sunny south and is a spoiled aristocratic lady.
Compared to the powerful and heroic Ashe, this noble lady is simply a waste.
Tryndamere looked down on this kind of hothouse Southern chick, and of course, he didn't think the other party would look down on him, a wild man from the ice field.
But……
"Hello!" Lux actually smiled and came towards him.
And he greeted him enthusiastically with the Freljord people's chest-touching salute:
"May I ask your name? Which tribe are you from? How many people are there in total?"
"Uh..." Tryndamere felt more and more that something was wrong.
He suddenly realized a problem. Anyone who could be treated with such respect by these crown guards must be a noble among nobles.
But why would such a noble lady come to the border in person to welcome immigrants? And why was she so enthusiastic?
Are these Freljord barbarians really that important?
Tryndamere was puzzled, but his face showed no sign of betrayal:
"My name is Tryndamere." This name is quite common on the ice field, so he didn't hide it.
"We are from the Blood Knife Tribe, and there are 95 of us in total." There are countless tribes on the ice field, and it is impossible for their disguised small tribe to be noticed by others.
As expected, Lux didn't care at all.
"95 people? It's a little less..." The little face showed a little disappointment, but there was still uncontrollable joy in the eyes.
"So how many furnace owners are there in your tribe, and how many people are good at forging?"
"Most of them," Tryndamere replied.
Although the Iceborn warriors did not need to learn this, since they had to disguise themselves as mortals, they naturally had to choose those who knew how to do this.
"Good! Very good!" Lux clenched her fists happily.
"Mr. Tryndamere, thank you for coming here! On behalf of the Crownguard family, I welcome you! From now on, Mithril City is your home!"
As she spoke, Lux also personally pointed the way for them: "Let's go, go to the camp ahead and rest first!"
"There is bread there, as well as your favorite liquor. I urgently transferred them from Mishiyin City to entertain you all."
"You can enjoy it there. After you have rested, you can register and wait for the organization to arrange a place for you."
"Uh..." Tryndamere was completely confused.
He couldn't understand the enthusiasm of these Germans.
But Lux was already smiling like a profiteer selling piglets, and enthusiastically led them to rest.
Before Tryndamere could react, a glass of wine and a piece of bread with an enticing wheat aroma were handed to him by the camp staff.
"This..." Tryndamere swallowed uncontrollably.
The Iceborn warriors around him also had confused looks in their eyes.
This is bread and good wine!
Even though they were all powerful super warriors, they had never imagined that one day food would be delivered to them so easily.
There is no need to hunt, plunder, or dig for food in the frozen soil; bread will grow from the warehouse on its own.
Suddenly, everyone was inexplicably... a little excited.
"Calm down!" Tryndamere warned his teammates with his eyes.
You bunch of useless guys, are you moved by a piece of bread?
Tryndamere licked the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth and said this with a look of disappointment in his eyes .
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 Icefield?"
"Why are there suddenly so many more people from the Icefield Tribe coming to Mishiyin City today?"
"This..." Tryndamere was prepared.
He said truthfully: "It was the Avarosa tribe that informed everyone of this news. They couldn't support us anymore, so they had to let us come to the south to find our own way."
"I see." Lux had no doubt.
Because Ashe organized these mortal tribes to come to Debon, ostensibly using this reason.
All the tribes said so, so Lux naturally would not doubt Tryndamere's answer.
"Then..." Lux asked expectantly, "Mr. Tryndamere, are there any other tribes behind you?"
"Do you know how many people will come here later?"
"Well..." Tryndamere hesitated for a moment.
He thought about it, and finally answered tentatively: "There are many tribes affiliated with the Avarosa Alliance. On my way here, I met many Luhu tribes heading south."
"I guess... there will be tens of thousands of people coming."
Tryndamere probably exaggerated the number several times just to see Lux's reaction.
He thought Lux would be frightened by the number, and then her stiff smile would tear off her enthusiastic mask.
But……
"Tens of thousands of people?" Lux was slightly stunned.
Tens of thousands of healthy laborers, most of whom are furnace owners proficient in mining, ore dressing, metallurgy, iron smelting, and mechanical forging?
"Great! This is really great!" Lux almost shouted out loud with excitement.
She turned around and left in unparalleled joy.
Only Tryndamere and the Iceborn warriors were left standing there in confusion.
"Ashe's blood alliance." The Iceborn warriors looked at Tryndamere blankly: "What, what is going on?"
"Do these Demacians... like the Icemen so much?"
Didn’t you, Tryndamere, say that more than 10,000 people would be enough to give Demacia a hard time?
Why do they complain that there are not enough people and even want more the better?
"This..." Tryndamere was also puzzled.
Is bread free in Demacia? Is it really that easy to get it?
Have the border nobles become selfless and patriotic, or has Jarvan's royal family become wealthy?
"Oh no!" Tryndamere's heart sank.
There is only one possibility that can explain this situation.
That was the execution level of Demacia's plan, which was much higher than he had initially expected.
This is not just a casual move by Demacia, but their next national strategic focus after getting rid of the threat from Noxus.
Therefore, they would rather mobilize the entire country and consume massive resources to accept as many ice field immigrants as possible.
The purpose is to drain the blood of the Avarosan Alliance in one breath and make it impossible for Ashe to recover.
"Just like they can deal with Noxian at all costs. The Demacians are really determined this time to strangle the Avarosa Alliance in the cradle and completely destroy the future of Freljord!"
Tryndamere said with a serious expression.
"This..." The Ice Warriors all realized the seriousness of the problem.
They are not afraid of death or war.
But these Germans don't use knives to chop people, they just use delicious bread to hit people.
How to fight this kind of battle?
"Ashe's blood alliance, what should we do?" These muscular men could only look at the most intelligent hero present in confusion.
Tryndamere thought for a moment.
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Stay here and fight these cunning villains!"
"They play their games, and we eat ours! I don't believe it... we have so many mouths. We really can't eat them down!"
Having said this, Tryndamere drank the wine in the glass in hatred.
"Come on, have another drink!"
