LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

"Ashe's Blood Alliance, over this mountain, the pass ahead is the Demacian border fortress." The accompanying Iceborn warrior said to Tryndamere.

"Yeah." Tryndamere nodded.

He stood on the hillside of this southern country and looked around. He saw that the mountains and fields were full of green and lush.

Birds are swimming in the forest, animals are running in the bushes, the warm sunshine is shining on the body, and even the cool breeze in the mountains seems warm.

This kind of state where all things are competing and full of vitality is something that the icelanders of Freljord will never see.

The biting cold air flow that was everywhere from the Arctic sea to the southern ice sheets had been firmly blocked by the mountains they had passed through in the past few days.

A mountain range separates north and south, spring breeze and ice and snow, civilization and desolation.

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

Having never left the ice field before, 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 Germany.

This is a wonderful land.

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

This trap will continuously attract prey on the ice sheet, uniting the Freljordians with great difficulty. Disintegrated into a piece of loose sand again.

By then, the Freljordians will sink into eternal chaos and struggle forever in endless internal fighting.

The Germans, on the other hand, would sneer at their exquisite and extravagant drinking parties and tell how they had disintegrated the great achievements of a great alliance without wasting a single soldier.

"We can't let them succeed." Tryndamere said to himself: "The Freljord must move toward unity and strength!"

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

"Yeah!" The Iceborn warriors nodded secretly.

At this time, they all hid their special identities as iceborn, and like the mortals on the ice fields, they wore thick fur to protect themselves from the cold winter.

Even Tryndamere, who had always been shirtless, now dressed himself up as a thick fur ball.

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

Their numbers may seem small, but they are already a powerful force capable of attacking cities, defeating armies and killing generals.

These nearly 100 humanoid Gundams have been carefully disguised and now look like an ordinary, weak and almost non-threatening mortal tribe.

There were more such tribes beside, behind and ahead of Tryndamere and his party, heading towards the border of Demacia in groups against the warm wind blowing from the south.

Further back, invisible to the naked eye, there were more Freljordians who 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 beyond.

They are truly a tribe of mortals.

This first batch of organized immigrants totaled about 10,000 to 20,000 people.

"Ashe's blood alliance." Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the border, one of the accompanying soldiers asked Tryndamere with concern: "Will the 10,000 to 20,000 furnace households we organized this time be insufficient?"

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, making it 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.

The population size of ordinary ice tribes generally does not exceed a few hundred people. ,

The Avarosa Tribal Alliance was able to release 10,000 to 20,000 immigrants in one breath this time, which was an unprecedented large-scale effort on the ice sheet.

But these less than 20,000 people seemed to be nothing to Demacia, a large southern country with a population of tens of millions.

So everyone is a little worried: "Will those Demacia people easily accept this group of immigrants we sent?"

"If that's the case, then aren't we actually helping 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 warrior: "Child, that's because you don't understand Demacia."

"Yes, there are many people in Demacia and the resources are abundant enough."

"But don't forget, in the past, the tribes that went south to plunder were only a few hundred or a thousand in number. But they could often pass through the defense lines guarded by tens of thousands of German soldiers, and in the hundreds of thousands or millions of People can come and go freely in this land.”

"why is that?"

"This..." The Ice Warrior frowned and thought, "Because the Germans are weak?"

"No." Tryndamere's eyes showed the light of wisdom: "Because they are 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 if they face an invasion from foreign enemies, they still have to think about how to protect their family's interests first."

"So every time this huge giant takes a step, he loses a lot of blood inside his body."

"This is destined to become dull, rotten, and weak in action, not as powerful as they should be."

As he spoke, he paused slightly: "Now, do you still think that one or twenty thousand people are too few?"

These more than 10,000 people are indeed not that many for the entire Kingdom of Demacia.

But in order to resettle these more than 10,000 people, we need to provide them with food, shelter, and adequate food supplies, and we need to ensure their future production and life.

The resources required and the interests involved are something that no Demacian bureaucrat would dare to say less.

Just a very simple question:

Who pays for this money?

All the land in Germany is owned. Who will use the land to support these iceland immigrants?

The little nobles on the border couldn't bear it, and the big nobles couldn't stand it either.

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

You can afford it, but will Old Jiawen be willing to give up this precious resource?

"Of course these more than 10,000 people cannot defeat Demacia, but they can put pressure on the rulers of Germany."

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

Even if this wave of immigration does not destroy their open policy, let them rebuild the border wall obediently;

It can definitely expose these hypocritical guys and completely tear apart the illusion of Demacia's paradise on earth.

"Food and shelter are included. Do you have enough food?"

"Ha!" Send more than 10,000 people over in one go. It depends on where you can get so much food.

If Demacia can't bear it, she will definitely turn against her.

Not to mention providing food and housing, it would be nice if they could not exploit those immigrants from the ice fields.

We agreed on a Copper Ring Fried Chicken and a Silver Wheel House, but after we went there, we worked illegally in Pittown, ate a Copper Ring of black bread, lived in a rental house in a Zaun community, and had to be squeezed and humiliated by fellow gangsters every day. , was discriminated against and made things difficult by Piltover law enforcement officers...

If the truth is almost like this, then Demacia's appeal will be greatly reduced.

"The Demacians' conspiracy will soon collapse." Tryndamere was confident in this plan.

"But..." His only worry is: "I'm worried that Demacia will become angry and fall out of favor too quickly."

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

Then they would have no chance to complete the internal and external plan and coordinate with Ashe's large army to save the same 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 we will fight them at worst!"

"No one in the Freljord is a coward. With our leadership, even those mortals can fight their way out of Mithril City!"

Indeed. Although those mortals are weaklings who can hardly make a living independently in Freljord.

Who of the people who may have survived on that vast ice field to this day are powerless?

As the saying goes, "The river crabs in the first district can beat the king of suburbs." Compared with the mortal warriors of Demacia, the mortal furnace households of Freljord can definitely not fall behind.

"Okay!" Tryndamere was also inspired by the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

He clutched the sword in his hand tightly and walked forward more firmly: "As long as those Demacians dare to turn against them, we will fight with them!"

........................................

After a long time.

After passing through steep mountains and deep canyons, Tryndamere and his party finally arrived at the Demacia checkpoint at the mountain pass.

This small fortress on the mountain thoroughfare had previously been the frontline for the Demacians to defend against barbarian invasions.

Not to mention the Freljordians, even the Freljord's snow rabbits would be hit by a barrage of city defense crossbows if they passed by here.

But now...

The fortress was completely open to the north.

The warriors of the Crown Guard family who were once fully armed and waiting at the top of the city walked down the city wall with a friendly look on their faces and set up a welcoming tent for immigration registration on the road leading to the south.

"A new tribe is here!" A soldier noticed Tryndamere and his party.

He turned around happily and reported: "Miss Laxana, a new tribe has arrived!"

"This..." Tryndamere was immediately confused.

Happy? Why should these Demacians be happy?

It was as if they, the poor beggars on the ice field, were distinguished guests returning from a long journey.

This...why?

Is it because there are so few immigrants arriving now that Demacians haven't felt the pressure yet?

But this is unlikely.

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

The total number of people who arrived here today should be about 2,000.

How could these Demacians still laugh when faced with so many immigrants?

Tryndamere was puzzled.

At this time, with the excited shouts of the soldiers over there, the noble lady known as "Laxana" finally revealed her true face.

Her blond hair is flowing, her teeth are white, and her skin is so tender that it looks like you can pinch water. You can tell that she grew up in the southern sun, and she is a pampered aristocratic lady.

Compared with the powerful and heroic Ai Xi, this kind of noble lady is simply useless.

Tryndamere looked down on this hothouse southern chick, and of course, he didn't think the other party would look down on him, an ice wild man.

But...

"Hello!" Lux actually smiled and greeted him.

And he also used the Freljordian's breast-stroking ceremony to care for him enthusiastically:

"What is your name? Which tribe are you from? How many people are there in total?"

"Uh..." Tryndamere felt something was wrong more and more.

He suddenly realized a problem. The person who could be treated with such respect by these crown guard knights must be a noble among the nobles.

But why would such a noble lady come to the border to greet immigrants in person? And so enthusiastic?

Are these Freljord barbarians really that important?

Tryndamere was confused, but his face showed no flaws at all:

"My name is Tryndamere." This name is quite common on the ice sheet, 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 field, and it is impossible for their small disguised tribe to be noticed.

Sure enough, Lux didn't care at all.

"95 people? It's a little less..." The little face looked slightly disappointed, but there was still uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

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

"Pretty much everything," Tryndamere replied.

Although Iceborn warriors do not need to learn this, since they want to disguise themselves as mortals, they naturally have to choose someone who can do this.

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

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

After saying that, Lux personally showed them the way: "Let's go, you go to the camp in front to rest first!"

"There is bread there, as well as your ice people's favorite spirits. I brought them here urgently from Mithril City in order to receive you all."

"You can have a good time there, and then register after you have rested, and wait until the organization arranges the place to go."

"Uh..." Tryndamere was completely confused.

He could not 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 fine wine and a piece of bread exuding the alluring aroma of wheat were given to him by the camp staff.

"This..." Tryndamere swallowed unconvincingly.

The Iceborn warriors around him all looked confused.

This is bread and wine!

Even though they were all powerful extraordinary warriors, they never imagined that one day, food could be distributed to them so easily.

There is no need to hunt, plunder, or dig hard in the frozen soil, the bread just grows out of the warehouse.

Suddenly, everyone was inexplicably...excited.

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

These useless guys, how can you be moved by a piece of bread?

Tryndamere licked the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and said with his eyes that he hated being iron-clad.

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

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

"Why are there suddenly so many ice tribes in Misilver City today?"

"This..." Tryndamere was already prepared.

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

"That's it." Lux had no doubt.

Because Ai Xi organized these mortal tribes to defect to Germany, ostensibly using this reason.

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

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

"How many more people will come here in the future? Do you know?"

"This..." Tryndamere hesitated for a moment.

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

"I guess... there will probably be tens of thousands of people coming."

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

He thought Lux would be frightened by this number, and then she would tear off her enthusiastic facade with a stiff smile.

But...

"Tens of thousands of people?" Lux was slightly stunned.

There are tens of thousands of healthy labor force, and most of them are furnace owners who are proficient in mining and mineral processing, metallurgy and iron-making, and mechanical forging?

"Okay! This is really great!" Lux almost shouted with excitement.

In unparalleled joy, she turned around and left.

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?"

"These Demacians... do they like the Icelanders so much?"

Didn't Tryndamere say that more than 10,000 people are enough for Demacia to drink a pot?

Why do they still think there are few people and think the more the better?

"This..." Tryndamere was also puzzled.

Is bread in Demacia free of charge? Is it really that exciting?

Have the nobles on the border become selfless for the country, or is the Jarvan royal family too rich?

"Oops!" Tryndamere's heart sank.

There is only one possibility to explain this situation.

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

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

Therefore, they would rather devote the whole country's efforts and consume massive resources to accept as many ice sheet immigrants as possible.

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

"Just like they can deal with the Noxians at any cost. The Demacians are really determined this time to strangle the Avarosan Alliance in the cradle and the future of Freljord. Completely destroyed!"

Tryndamere said solemnly.

"This..." The Ice Warriors all realized the seriousness of the problem.

They are not afraid of death or war.

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

How to fight this kind of battle?

"Ashe's blood alliance, what should we do?" These muscular men could only look at the hero with the highest intelligence present in confusion.

Tryndamere thought for a moment.

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

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

With that said, Tryndamere drank the wine in the cup with hatred.

"Here, have another drink!"