Chapter 459 "Large-Scale Engineering Machinery"
Magical creations are difficult to replicate, but creations made by mortal wisdom can be replicated.
Since castles and blast furnaces are essentially creations of mortal craftsmen.
It is not difficult to imagine that in the future, the Demacians will build this steel city called "Industrial Zone" to every place in the Kingdom of Demacia just like building a castle.
There will be countless such majestic iron-making blast furnaces standing on this vast land.
Demacia would become a true "hearth city". Their territory would be filled with inexhaustible rivers of molten iron, making the price of iron unimaginably cheap.
This emerging industry will create a large number of jobs, and these jobs, which represent a better life, will continue to attract the people of Freljord to move south like the tempting wheat bread.
Tryndamere couldn't think of how to stop such an enemy.
Because his enemies are not people at all, but the torrent of history, the tide of the times, and the storm of change.
"..."Tindamire stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Lux noticed that something was wrong with him.
"I..." He suddenly came back to his senses.
Facing Lux's pure and concerned look, Tryndamere hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Miss Luxanna, this industrial area is just like the legendary Hearth of Ornn."
"I've never seen so much iron before... If there is so much iron to use, then can all the people of Freljord come here to be blacksmiths?"
Of course, Tryndamere knew that Demacia could not allow millions of Freljord people on the ice field to work as blacksmiths.
Market demand has an upper limit. No matter how big this new steel industry is, it can never be so big that it requires millions of blacksmiths.
What's more, the Demacians themselves need work.
He guessed that Demacia was only actively recruiting Freljord blacksmiths because of a shortage of professional talent. In the future, Demacia would definitely give priority to training its own people as blacksmiths instead of endlessly recruiting Freljord immigrants.
That's why Tryndamere pretended to be stupid, trying to get a rough number out of Lux to see how much manpower the Demacians planned to absorb from Freljord in the future.
He wanted to know how many of the Ice Tribes Demacia could dig out, how strong this round of impact would be, and whether Ashe and her Avarosa Alliance could withstand it.
"Will all Freljord people have the opportunity to come here and work as blacksmiths in the future?" Faced with Tryndamere's question, Lux did not give a direct answer.
She just looked at the "big fool" in front of her thoughtfully, and asked curiously: "Tryndamere, why do you ask this suddenly?"
"Hmm..." Taida Milton suddenly became a little nervous.
He thought that this noble girl, who looked immature but was actually smart and capable, had discovered something strange about him.
So he had no choice but to explain: "Miss, I... I just think... life here is good."
"So I've always thought, if all the Freljord people could come to Demacia to work, it would be great if they could have a life like this with bread every day."
"This..." Lux's eyes lit up when she heard it.
She suddenly looked over at me with surprise and admiration, and even the look in her eyes that had been looking at me as a good-for-nothing was gone.
"Tryndamere, it's great that you think this way." Lux said with relief in her tone.
The Freljord people have almost no concept of country or nation, only tribe. They are indifferent to people outside the tribe and regard them as potential opponents or even prey.
But it is not enough for Tryndamere to live a good life himself, he also hopes that all his Freljord compatriots except his own tribe can live such a good life.
This level of thinking is quite advanced for an ice man.
"I look forward to your further progress. " Lark praised Tryndamere without any hesitation.
Then she answered, "No, we certainly can't have every Freljordian blacksmith."
"Right now, our machinery factories are running low on production capacity, so we need craftsmen to help absorb the steel production capacity. Once the next batch of machinery factories aided by Zaun are built, we won't need so many blacksmiths."
"Oh?" Tryndamere was delighted when he heard it.
Machine shop, what is that? He didn't know.
But he could vaguely hear that this seemed to be something that could replace a large number of blacksmiths.
Just like the iron-smelting blast furnace, a small manual furnace that can replace thousands of blacksmiths.
Doesn't that mean that these Freljord Hearthkeepers who moved to Silver City will sooner or later become collectively unemployed?
Will Demacia's immigration door be closed to the Freljordians sooner or later?
This is not good news for most people in the Icefield, but it is good news for the Avarosa Alliance.
Tryndamere was thinking this...
"But don't worry." Lux said sincerely, "Even if the second batch of machinery factories are built in the future, you will not be unemployed."
"We will try to give you enough cultural knowledge and vocational skills training during this period, and strive to train you to become industrial workers who can adapt to mechanized production."
"Although being a skilled worker is a little difficult... I think you can still handle some simple operations that don't require a lot of knowledge."
"And it's not just you. It's the same with the other Freljordians."
"The door of Demacia will always be open to the Icefields, and they are welcome to come here to work and live."
As she spoke, Lux smiled a smile as warm as the sun.
But Tryndamere couldn't laugh.
We won't need blacksmiths anymore, so why continue to recruit Freljordians?
Why do we still take the trouble to help these "barbarians" learn culture, find jobs, and help them adapt to civilized life?
"Why?" Tryndamere asked through gritted teeth, "Miss Laxana, why are you so nice to the Iceborne people?"
Which icefield tribe can withstand this series of Huifer policies?
This is simply a threat to the life of their Avarosa Alliance!
Are the Demacians really so extravagant that they would burn money in order to deal with Ashe?
"Because this is our ideal." Lux answered seriously, enunciating each word.
"Huh?" Tryndamere looked confused.
"You may not understand it now..." Lux knew that these Freljord people, who had hardly seen feudal society, could not understand the theory of Lord Janna.
So she tried to put it in words that everyone could understand: "In simple terms, Tryndamere:"
"Just like you hope that all the people of Freljord can live a good life with bread every day, I hope that everyone in the world can live such a good life with no worries about food and drink, or even a better life than this."
"Regardless of country or race, if all people are united, the world will be united."
"What?" Tryndamere thought she was crazy.
He thought it was something only a madman would say.
Kolacus has clear eyes and a firm expression, and her young face is overflowing with the radiance of ideals. Under the sunlight, she looks as pure and holy as a goddess.
Not only was Tryndamere speechless, but the Iceborn warriors present were also fascinated by the scene.
They had an inexplicable feeling...that what this girl said was serious.
"But, but how is this possible..." Tryndamere couldn't understand: "How is it possible that everyone in the world can live such a good life regardless of country or race?"
"Why not?" Lux said, "Just like what you have seen these days: Isn't everything we are doing now an effort to achieve this?"
“The fast-growing chicken produced using alchemical technology can make meat affordable for more people.”
“Blast furnace iron produced by alchemical technology can make iron affordable to more people.”
"Farmers now have more useful iron farm tools, meat and strength, farm machinery, fertilizers, water conservancy facilities, and scientific breeding. They can improve their labor efficiency and land yields and produce more food..."
“If it’s just about getting bread to everyone, we’ll be there soon.”
Lux described a beautiful future that left Tryndamere mesmerized.
But he still couldn't understand: "Why? Even if there is enough food for everyone one day, why would you be so kind as to help us, the Freljord people who have nothing to do with you, fill our stomachs?"
"Because liberating productivity is ultimately for the liberation of people," Lux replied.
“?” Tryndamere was even more confused.
"Haha." Lux didn't rush to answer. She smiled and said , "This is my ideal, and it will also be your ideal."
"You will understand it later - someone will explain it all to you in the cultural class at the workers' evening school."
Tryndamere was still confused.
But Lux didn't intend to explain any further.
These backward-civilized ice-field people now don’t even know what Zibenzhuyi is. Naturally, they cannot understand the inherent defects of Zibenzhuyi, nor can they understand why people yearn for Jannazhuyi and why Jannazhuyi is an inevitable result of historical development.
Even if I explain it now, they still don’t understand.
Even if they managed to understand her, they would only regard her as the legendary goddess rather than a Janna warrior.
"You will understand these things later."
Lux said as she gently waved her staff and flew lightly into the sky: "We are almost at your workplace. I still have official business to attend to, so I won't continue to send you off."
"Tryndamere, if you really want to know the answer, then cheer up and work hard and attend class."
Lux gave one last serious instruction and flew away.
Only the confused Tryndamere and others were left, riding a truck towards the factory ahead.
"This..." There was confusion in Tryndamere's eyes.
What is Lux's ideal? To make everyone in the world live a good life?
Although this wish is absurd, it does not seem difficult to understand.
So what exactly is the content of her faith, and why do she have to attend classes to understand it?
Also, is Demacia's generosity in accepting the Freljordians... really for the so-called ideals?
"Tryndamere." The Iceborn warriors all looked at him with concern: "That girl seems to be serious."
"You say... can these Debon people really make all the people of Freljord live the good life she said?"
"If they can really..." Everyone was hesitant to speak.
Although the Iceborn warriors did not dare to say the following words, the light in their eyes showed that they were moved.
There's no way, the bread is just too delicious.
If the Demacians could really fulfill their promise and allow them to eat bread forever, and even let everyone in the Avarosa Alliance live such a good life, then...
Why wouldn't they do it?
Don't go against the Demacia people. Just let Ashe bring everyone to Demacia to eat bread.
"No!" Taida Mil suddenly woke up.
He suddenly understood everything.
"What do you mean by making everyone live a good life...it's all a lie!" Tryndamere said gritting his teeth.
"Demacia is not like our tribe. Everyone is united and selfless."
"Their nobles are all a bunch of selfish people, a bunch of blood-sucking worms who value their own interests the most! Then why would they take out so many resources to help the Ice People, just for the unrealistic ideals of a little girl?"
"Oh, I think the ideal she mentioned is just a rhetoric to break the will of the Ice People to resist!"
Tryndamere didn't believe Lux, and even less did he believe in the bright future she described.
"As long as food production increases, everyone, including the Freljordians, can be fed?"
"How ridiculous! Did Demacia have less food in the past? No, it was not less at all! Which noble family's granary was not filled to the brim with food, so much that they could not finish it in several lifetimes?"
"But even so, aren't there still many Demacians who can't get enough food?"
Thinking of this, Tryndamere suddenly woke up from that beautiful dream.
"These German nobles treat their own people as slaves and are unwilling to leave them even a mouthful of extra food."
"Why can you believe that they will be truly kind to the Freljord people and bring us a better life?"
"Wake up!" Tryndamere said excitedly to everyone, "There is no such thing as a kind-hearted savior in the world!"
"You can only catch prey by yourself. Don't you understand this principle?"
"This..." The Ice Warriors suddenly woke up.
Yes! Why should they believe that a group of selfish and greedy foreigners can bring them a better life?
The Debang people are not their long-lost biological fathers. Why are they helping them so kindly?
Pursuing the so-called ideal?
No, how could there be such a noble saint in the world.
Even if there were, it would be impossible for there to be a group of such saints.
Even if there were a group of such saints, their number would not be large enough to control a kingdom.
This is inconsistent with their understanding of the real world.
"This must be a Demacia conspiracy!"
"They are so kind to the Icemen because there is an Avarosa Alliance on the Icefield."
"When our alliance is broken, our power disintegrates, and we are no longer able to pose any threat to Demacia - by then, will Demacia still be so kind to us?"
Tryndamere also understood the theory of united front values without any guidance.
In his opinion, the reason why Demacia treats immigrants so favorably now is entirely because they still have value in united front work.
The reason why they are valuable for united front work is entirely due to the existence of the huge threat of the Avarosa Alliance.
Once enough ice tribes surrender and the Avarosa Alliance ceases to exist, the Debon people will tear off their hypocritical mask and use the same cruel methods they use to treat their own serfs to double their oppression and exploitation of the ice people who have become a loose sand.
"These Demacians are so bad!" Tryndamere said with lingering fear.
They attract material things and infiltrate ideas. On the one hand, they try to undermine the resistance of the ice people, and on the other hand, they make up a set of high-sounding rhetoric to make you believe that they are the saviors.
This combination of punches is really terrifying.
Tryndamere can understand all of this, but can those people in the ice field who only want to eat bread understand it?
No. The land of the ice field is too barren, and the life of the people there is too hard.
Even if some people understand it, few people would refuse the bread that is within their reach.
"Then what should we do?" The Iceborn warriors looked over worriedly.
"There's nothing I can do." Tryndamere let out a long sigh.
Ashe's original plan to use the wave of immigration to kill the Germans is no longer feasible.
"We have no choice but to go to war." He thought for a moment and said, "I will send a message back now to persuade Ashe to lead the army south as soon as possible."
"Eh?" The Iceborn warriors were slightly stunned: "Are we really going to start a war?"
"But what Warmother Ashe meant is that we should try our best to avoid..."
"It can't be avoided. The Demacians' sugar-coated bullets are too powerful, and we can't even outlast them."
"The only thing that gives us an advantage over the Debones now is our axes," Tryndamere was about to say.
Sudden……
"Boom——" A earth-shaking sound came from the distance.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound in confusion, and saw a stone giant with a white body and wings on its back slowly walking out of the valley outside the Misilver City.
It is about several dozen meters high, like a moving mountain.
And Lux, who had left them earlier, was now flying far away beside the white giant.
"What is this?!" The Iceborn warriors felt their hearts sink when they saw Lacus suddenly driving a Gundam out of the mountain.
"Don't, don't be nervous..." Tryndamere tried to remain calm.
He pointed at the giant and said, "Look, its body is made of stone. It's obviously a man-made product."
"I guess... it's probably similar to a truck, both of which are engineering machines made by Demacia craftsmen."
"It's just a large engineering machine. It shouldn't have much combat power." Tryndamere was saying this.
Then, through his extraordinary ears, he heard Lux say to the giant: "Galio, thank you."
"Without you, our industrial zone would not have been built so quickly."
"You're welcome, little golden-haired man," the giant replied in a muffled voice.
It just spoke softly, and the sound echoed in all directions.
"There's only one mountain left, and this road line will be completely opened." Galio pointed to the hill in front of him and asked, "Little blond man, do you plan to split the mountain or just flatten it?"
"Just flatten it." Lux said, "Secret Silver City will have to be expanded in the future, so the more flat land the better."
"Okay." Galio nodded.
Then, accompanied by a breathtakingly powerful wave of magic: "Fist of Justice!"
Galio pushed forward with all his strength, and the hill fell over in half like a soft cake.
"War Wind!" He then spread his wings and stirred up a powerful magical storm.
The collapsed soil was blown up by the strong wind and cleared away to a distance like a piece of paper.
Tryndamere: "..."
Ice Warrior: "..."
There was a delicate silence.
“Don’t, don’t be afraid…” Tryndamere swallowed and said, “Ashe has inherited the power of Avarosa. We are no weaker than it.”
That being said, but...
"Tryndamere," the Iceborn warriors suggested hesitantly, "How about we eat some more ... and observe for a few more days before starting the battle?"
"Didn't that girl say she wanted to teach us? Let's see what she's going to teach us..."
“……”Tindamire thought for a moment.
"Um."
