Chapter 460 Who Can Save the Freljord?
One week later, in Miyin City Industrial Zone.
After get off work in the evening, Tryndamere and the Iceborn warriors walked into the public canteen in the industrial area and took out their purses.
This was the salary advanced to them by the Blacksmiths' Cooperative.
When the cooperative cadres distributed money to these ice field people, they specifically reminded them that they were paid for their work here, and that they could save the extra wages and not spend them too quickly.
After all, the Miyincheng Industrial Zone only provides basic housing and living security for employees. If you want to live in a better house and lead a better quality of life in the future, you have to buy it yourself.
But Tryndamere and the others didn't listen to him.
For the Ice Man, money is the least valuable thing, and houses are also unimportant. Only the food in the stomach and the fat on the waist are real property.
So, Tryndamere used his salary to buy a barrel of strong wine, a pot of oatmeal and vegetable stew, a pot of cabbage soup, a loaf of black bread, and three alchemical fast-growing roast chickens...
The food piled up on the table formed a small mountain, which attracted the attention of the surrounding Zaun aid workers and local workers from Misilver City.
"This place is simply paradise." After eating and drinking, an Iceborn warrior couldn't help but sigh.
"Yeah." Tryndamere also burped comfortably.
You don't have to risk your life chasing wild boars on the ice field every day. You can exchange so many delicious foods for a day of burning the furnace and forging iron in the blacksmith shop.
What's more, these so-called modern blacksmith shops of the Germans also have electric furnaces, blowers, hydraulic hammers, and grinding machines that are said to be imported from Zaun...
They don't even have to light the furnace themselves, or forge iron with their hands. They just need to learn how to operate the machines and then use manual forging to easily complete ten times the workload of the past.
Safe, labor-saving, no worries about food and drink. Compared with the past, isn’t this a life like heaven?
Here is joy, no thoughts...
"Ahem!" After the drunkenness wore off, Tryndamere's expression immediately became serious.
He put down the wine barrel in his arms and glared at the Iceborn warriors around him who had been stunned by the sugar-coated bullets: "Everyone, don't forget what we are here for! It's only been a few days, and you have forgotten which tribe you belong to?"
"Um..." The Iceborn warriors lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Tryndamere wanted to say a few more words, but swallowed them back.
Because he understands the mentality of these fighters.
In the Freljord, mortal hearth dwellers follow the Iceborn warriors, small tribes follow large tribes, the weak follow the strong, and ultimately they all follow the one who can provide everyone with food.
And now, Laxana of the Secret Silver City is undoubtedly the "alpha wolf" who can best ensure that everyone has enough food.
Compared to Lux, Ashe has lost her biggest trump card as a leader.
"Sigh." Tryndamere was in a heavy mood, even the roast chicken in his mouth tasted bland.
He looked at the dozen or so Iceborn warriors surrounding him, then belatedly asked, "Where are the others? Why aren't they eating in the cafeteria again?"
A week ago, they were still acting collectively as tribes.
When they went out, nearly a hundred strong men gathered together, and the scene was as spectacular as if a gangster boss was patrolling the streets.
But now, there are only a dozen or so Iceborn warriors left surrounding Tryndamere.
Many people "disappeared" as soon as they got off work and could only be seen at night schools or in workers' dormitories at night.
"They..." Everyone gave their answers at once.
Some of these "missing" Iceborn warriors went to taverns in the city, some went to supermarkets in industrial areas, and some went to roadside snack stands...
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 he felt something was wrong.
In the past on the ice field, everyone acted collectively in tribes, hunting and grazing together.
Even if they act separately, they will stick together in small teams. Otherwise, the biting ice and snow of Freljord and all kinds of ferocious beasts will make the lone wolves who have lost their pack learn a bloody lesson.
But when we arrived at Miyin City, everything was different.
People's work and private life are separate. They no longer have to stay around the alpha wolf all the time and worry about losing the tribe's protection.
So, unknowingly, the people around Tryndamere dispersed.
Looking back to half a month ago, he personally led nearly a hundred warriors to the south of Germany. The soldiers followed him wholeheartedly.
And now, he had unknowingly become a lone commander with no one listening to his words.
"This is wrong." Tryndamere frowned.
In the words of the leader, this is called productivity determining production relations, and changes in production relations have brought about the disintegration of the old personal dependence relations.
In the industrial age, herders no longer need to depend on tribes, and farmers no longer need to depend on lords. People are free to leave pastures and land, find jobs in cities, and support themselves.
Therefore, those outdated nomadic tribes, aristocratic lords, and feudal clans will naturally be eliminated by history.
Tryndamere doesn't understand this yet.
But he had sensed the danger.
"If this goes on, it won't be long before everyone forgets about the Horde." Tryndamere frowned.
In fact, this is already happening.
Not only them, but other tribes that came to Miyin City to work soon showed signs of natural collapse under this modern lifestyle.
Only a week had passed, and many tribal leaders were already losing their former authority.
People still habitually obey the orders of tribal leaders, but they have gradually realized a problem:
Now we are all workers with equal status. Our wages are paid by the factory and I buy food with my own wages. So why should I listen to you, a useless wolf leader?
"This..." The Ice Warriors gradually realized the seriousness of the problem after hearing this.
But they also couldn’t understand the root of the problem, so they had to use the old way of thinking to understand: “There’s nothing we can do about it.”
"We are now eating Miss Laxana's food, so of course we have to be Miss Laxana's warriors."
Some people sighed like this.
"Yes." Tryndamere was about to nod, but...
"Miss Laxana? Miss?" His face darkened. "When did you start using honorifics for her?"
"Uh..." The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.
In the past, no one would talk back in such a situation.
Because the ice people are always in a dangerous situation where their lives are in jeopardy. Everyone's survival depends on the collective, and the collective must be united and efficiently implement decisions, otherwise this fragile group of survivors will find it difficult to survive on the ice.
So in most cases, the status of the tribal leader is absolute and his majesty cannot be challenged.
Even though Tryndamere is only a temporary leader and the "little wife" of the real leader Ashe, his majesty in front of his subordinates is inviolable.
But, at this moment...
After a moment of hesitation, someone bravely answered: "Tryndamere, I think Miss Laxana may not be as bad as you think."
"Perhaps what she said is true."
"You?" After being slapped in the face just as he was showing some authority as a leader, Tryndamere wanted to get angry.
But when he saw those troubled faces, and thought of the dozens of Iceborn warriors who disappeared as soon as they got off work and were out of his control, he suddenly realized...
Now he has no right to say that, because everyone can leave him at any time, but he can't leave everyone.
And the worst thing is, because Ashe is too kind and trusts these direct descendants of Avarosa too much...so she did not adopt the useful hostage system to control the blood relatives of these Iceborn warriors in advance.
Therefore, apart from the illusory "loyalty between the ruler and his subjects" and the blood ties of the tribe, Tryndamere had no other means to restrain these warriors.
"Tryndamere." Seeing that Tryndamere was silent, the Iceborn warriors became bolder. "To be honest, I don't think Miss Laxana lied to us."
"She really wants to be kind to everyone and she really wants the people of the Icefield to live a good life."
"..."Tryndamere was becoming increasingly speechless.
In fact, he had a similar feeling.
Because Lux was completely different from the Demacia nobles he knew, and Silver City was completely different from the Demacia he imagined.
Tryndamere used to think that Demacia should be a country full of oppression and exploitation, a country controlled by fat, selfish nobles .
Everyone here is selfish and greedy. They can sell everything for money and power. They have none of the selflessness and unity of the Freljord people.
But after arriving in Miyin City, the situation was completely different from what he had expected.
There are no noble lords driving serfs with whips here. Instead, there is a group of cadres who are indistinguishable from the grassroots workers.
Everyone works in a factory, and the factory is like a tribe. People work together in this "big tribe", and the factory will generously take out a portion of its profits to ensure everyone's basic living needs.
Compared with the aloof tribal leaders, the leading cadres of the Miyin City factory are extremely approachable and make people feel like spring breeze.
Especially Laxana, the noble lady of the Crown Guard family, who ate with everyone in the factory cafeteria every day and would enthusiastically chat and joke with the most ordinary icefield immigrants.
Every time Tryndamere saw her, she could call out his name enthusiastically.
At first, he thought he had revealed something suspicious and was being targeted by this great nobleman.
Later he discovered that Lux not only remembered his name, but also the names of many ordinary workers, including their backgrounds, temperaments, and current living conditions.
The mage's extraordinary memory is used by her to care for the people's livelihood.
The cadres in Miyin City are basically of this type now.
It's not that there aren't nobles. Under the Mianwei family, there are many small nobles who have been granted fiefdoms for the second time, and many traditional landlords who resist change.
When they heard that Lux was going to abandon the ancestral tradition of farming and fighting and start some Western-style business in Miyin City, they also stood up to oppose it.
But the day Lux returned with Galio and the mage army, they all behaved themselves.
Tryndamere and others didn't know the inside story.
They had only seen this beautiful scene like the Peach Blossom Spring in Miyin City.
So everyone couldn't help but have this thought: "Being a slave to the German nobles doesn't seem so bad. Why do people who have been to Germany say that the serfs have a hard life?"
“…”
"No!" Tryndamere gritted his teeth.
He insisted on telling everyone: "Don't be deceived by the beauty in front of you."
"Yes, maybe Laxana is really as kind as she says, and these nobles in Mithril City who call themselves cadres are also good people."
This was also acknowledged by Tryndamere.
After getting to know and interact with them over the past week, he really couldn't say anything bad about Lux and the others.
He believed that the Silver City was indeed a paradise on earth, a utopia run by saints.
"But this is definitely not the true situation in Demacia!" Tryndamere said: "Silver City is just a special case!"
This is actually very easy to verify.
There are many serfs who escaped from surrounding cities in the Miyin City Industrial Zone. If the whole Debang 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 Demacia royal family, nor can it represent the thoughts of all Demacians."
"You're counting on these Germans to save the Freljord?"
"Stop joking!"
Again, the Debang people are not their long-lost biological fathers, so why are they helping them so much?
Maybe Lux is a saint.
"But the other Demacia nobles will never be like Laxana!" Tryndamere roared in a low voice: "If Avarosa surrenders to Demacia, they will definitely squeeze us twice as hard as they squeezed those serfs!"
"I understand the logic." The Iceborn warriors nodded.
"But..." Someone bravely said, "We can follow Miss Laxana instead of the Demacia royal family."
"Uh..." Tryndamere suddenly lost consciousness.
He was speaking from the perspective of the Avarosan Alliance and all the Freljord people.
Lux, a saint, cannot support the entire Avarosa Alliance, let alone bring happiness to the people of the entire ice field.
The only one who can do this is Ashe, and they can only rely on the power of the Freljord people themselves.
So he has to keep fighting.
But the Iceborn warriors spoke from their own personal perspectives.
The Mithril City is not big, but it is enough to support tens of thousands of ice people. Anyway, they have already been incorporated here... As for the fate of the Freljord, what does it have to do with them?
"Tryndamere, I think we can convince Warmother Ashe." Then, everyone's speech became more and more dangerous: "Let her bring our tribe to work here."
The Avarosa Alliance is a tribal alliance composed of hundreds of icefield tribes, and the Silver City cannot accept them.
But the Avarosa tribe is just a large tribe, with only a few thousand people in total, and the Secret Silver City can fully accommodate them.
If they could just let the alliance disintegrate, they would only have their own tribe to take care of.
Since Lux is a true saint and Silver City is truly a paradise on earth, why don't they turn their backs on him, lay down their arms, and surrender with courtesy?
"Let Warmother Ashe bring everyone here quickly, otherwise the job opportunities will be snatched away by other tribes." Everyone couldn't help but say.
"Asshole!" Tryndamere's anger bar filled up when he heard it.
Ashe finally united everyone and established this tribal alliance.
But these useless people actually wanted to abandon the Alliance at the first sign of trouble, making Ashe's life's work a joke.
This made Tryndamere very angry. Although he also ate Laxana's food, he did not forget Ashe's great ideals.
And these Iceborn warriors... they are obviously just day-to-day people, without any ideals.
But the problem is that although the power of ideals is great, for most people, ideals are just an illusory thing and cannot be used to make a living.
Therefore, talking about ideals and goals with these Iceborn warriors may not be able to change their restless hearts.
After a moment of contemplation, Tryndamere could only say, "Idiot!"
"Do you really think that everything will be fine if you join Laxana?"
"Didn't I tell you that she is just an outlier among the nobles, and Miyin City is just a special case in Germany."
"Have you ever thought about how long this exception can last? Mithril City seems to be thriving, but can this momentum continue?"
"This..." The Ice Warriors fell into deep thought after hearing this.
Lux built Mithril City into a paradise on earth, which immediately made Ashe feel a fatal threat.
This is the case with Ashe, but what about the other Demacia nobles?
They watched helplessly as Lux, an outlier, wantonly destroyed the feudal order, watched as the serfs under their command continued to flee to Mithril City, and watched as the subjects under their rule also became restless in their longing...
Until then, will they really continue to acquiesce to this situation?
"I think if she continues like this, Laxana will sooner or later become the public enemy of the Demacia nobles."
"No... not only Demacia, but even the kings and nobles of the whole world will dislike her!"
Tryndamere also understood the cruelty of class struggle without any guidance.
"How long can this little girl last if she continues like this? She can build a factory to make money now, but what if all the nobles in Germany unite with others to oppose her in the future, stop doing business with Secret Silver City, stop buying her products, and stop selling her food..."
"By then, will Mishiyin City still be as prosperous as it is now?"
"No matter how powerful the 'big stone man' under her command is, can he be stronger than the forces of the whole world against her?"
"..." The Iceborn warriors were stunned by Tryndamere's intimidation.
"Remember when we were in the immigration camp?" Tryndamere said, "Laxana let us eat as much as we wanted at first, but after a few days, the camp switched to a rationing system."
"Same reason... We don't have to worry about food and drink now, but what about the future? How long can that little girl hold on? How long can the model of Miyin City be maintained? Will the flag of the Crown Guard fall from here one day?"
No matter how beautiful the ideal is, it still has to compromise with reality.
He believed in Lux's ideals, but he didn't believe that her ideals could take root in this cruel reality.
"..." The Iceborn warriors were speechless.
They seemed to be able to see the tragic future that Tryndamere described.
Unless there are enough saints like Laxana to defeat all the nobles in the world, the Silver City will sooner or later be in trouble due to the hostility and targeting of the whole world.
And this is without taking internal factors into consideration at all, only external threats are considered.
If we consider the internal situation...the nobles of Silver City, do they really want to follow Laxana and become saints like her?
The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. The beauty before their eyes seemed to have become a mirage that could be shattered at any time.
"So, we can't count on Laxana! Relying on mountains will cause them to fall, relying on ice will cause it to melt, and relying on others will never be reliable!"
Tryndamere clenched his fists tightly. He was trying to persuade these Iceborn warriors, but he was also giving a speech to himself.
Gradually, he, who had been carefully speaking in a low voice, could not help but raise his voice:
"There is no savior in this world. Even if there is, he can't save everyone!"
"The wonderful life in Freljord can only be created by the hands of Freljord people!"
"We can only rely on ourselves! Rely on us Ava..."
Tryndamere almost called out Avarosa's name.
Suddenly: "Okay!"
An excited response came from behind.
Tryndamere's heart tightened, and he looked back:
I saw Lux appear at the cafeteria door at some point, looking at him excitedly.
“Tryndamere!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement, like a lone wolf who had finally found a companion on the vast icy plain. “Well said, you said it very well!”
Lux walked over quickly and asked, "What were you talking about just now? Tryndamere, how did you come up with these words?"
