Chapter 465: Ashe, Debon asked me to bring you a message
In the northern border of Demacia, beyond the barrier of mountains.
Warriors from various tribes of the Avarosa Alliance have arrived here under the leadership of Ashe.
As long as they can climb over the mountains in front of them, they will reach the border of Demacia and arrive at their goal this time, the Silver City.
The war is about to break out, waiting for Ashe's final order.
So the generals of the Avarosa tribe and the war mother leaders of the vassal tribes all gathered in the mammoth tent in the center of the military camp, waiting by Ashe's side.
"Eagle soars into the sky!" Ashe walked out of the tent, raised high the True Ice Bow inherited from Avarosa, and shot a falcon spirit made of frost into the southern sky.
The falcon spirit soared high into the sky, carrying Ashe's soul vision all the way south, across many mountains.
The high mountains were left behind one after another by Eagle Wing, and the cold air currents of Freljord were also blocked by the mountains.
Gradually, through the eyes of the falcon spirit, Ashe saw a land full of lush green.
Flowers bloomed on the branches, green trees covered the mountains and fields, and the warm sunshine poured down from the blue sky, illuminating everything in the world.
This was a scene she had only seen in her dreams before.
"..."Ashe's expression changed slightly and she remained silent.
The Falcon Spirit carried her eyes and continued to fly south.
She finally "arrived" at the border of Demacia. Then, she saw a vast camp built on the border.
There are many beautiful tin houses neatly arranged in the camp, and the square residential areas are planned with clear community roads, making this place look like an orderly city.
The ice field immigrants who were temporarily settled here were sitting in groups of three or five on the benches beside the playground, chatting and laughing while basking in the warm sunshine from the south.
The children were playing carefree in the streets, fighting and chasing each other happily under the smiling gaze of the adults.
It seemed to be dinner time. An open-air canopy was erected on the open ground. Baskets of bread and pots of soup were brought here by the camp staff in carts, like magic.
Everyone had a smile on their face. The barbarians from the ice field and the civilized people from Demacia had achieved incredible harmony here.
"This..." The power of the Falcon Spirit reached its limit. It quietly bloomed in the air and turned into a piece of ice crystal powder that melted quickly.
Ashley finally opened her eyes.
Her expression was somewhat complicated and her thoughts could not calm down for a long time.
"Warmother Ashe?" Everyone immediately came up to her, "What did you see?"
"I saw the Demacia border outpost. The good news is that the Demacia people did not strengthen the border defense."
"But... I found a camp built by the Debon people for the ice field immigrants."
"Immigration camp?" Several war mothers from the vassal tribes immediately asked with great concern: "War Mother Ashe, have those Germans locked them up? Are our compatriots being tortured in the south?"
Ashe had a subtle look on her face.
But she answered truthfully: "No. I saw a camp that was as orderly as a city. The immigrants were fed and watered there, and they were not mistreated."
"At least... from what I just saw, the Demacians are indeed as warm and generous as the rumors say."
Ashe did not hide the truth. After all, once everyone launched the attack and reached the other side of the mountain, they would sooner or later see with their own eyes the beautiful scene that seemed like a paradise.
If we conceal the truth now, they will probably suffer a greater psychological shock when they are caught off guard and see the wonderful life of their fellow iceberg compatriots in the south.
But her frankness in speaking out about the current situation of the ice field immigrants also had a very bad impact.
After hearing that the rebellious tribes were now enjoying the warm sunshine of Debang as rumored, the war mother leaders of the vassal tribes present couldn't help but show excitement in their eyes.
Even many of Avarosa's true warriors couldn't help but have a glimmer of longing in their eyes.
Although they all tried hard to cover it up, Ashe still took in the reactions of everyone present.
The morale of the team has dropped and it is difficult to lead it.
She sighed in her heart.
But what else could she do? The moment she saw the warm sunshine in the south, even she had the instinctive urge to settle down in the south.
Although Ashe has been working hard to improve the quality of life of the tribe over the years and has achieved a lot of results.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could only light a bonfire with difficulty in this snowy and icy place.
Can she compare the quality of life with Demacia, which is bathed in the warm sunshine of the south?
"We can't go on like this..." Ashe clenched her fists secretly: "We must declare war on Debon as soon as possible."
She didn't like war, but now, she had no choice.
She clearly saw the changes in the eyes of the war mothers of the vassal tribes just now.
She knew that if she did not launch a war decisively, it would not be long before Avarosa would collapse without a fight.
She must use war to crack the Demacians' conspiracy, preferably with a glorious victory, using rich spoils of war to reunite the scattered hearts of the alliance.
"Then notify Tryndamere." Ashe was about to call the Horde Shaman and use magic to inform Tryndamere to stir up civil unrest in Mithril City as originally planned, and then cooperate with the army to enter the pass.
However, at this moment...
"Warmother Ashe!" She hadn't even "called" yet.
"Your blood alliance is back!" Tryndamere unexpectedly came here uninvited and came to her garrison camp.
"What?" Ash was slightly stunned.
She had used magic to inform Tryndamere of the location of the Alliance army in advance. This would also make it easier for her to escape from Mithril City in time and find the main force to join her if a major incident occurred on Tryndamere's side.
And now, Tryndamere actually sneaked across the border and came here without even saying hello...
"What happened?" Ash's heart suddenly tightened.
Countless terrible possibilities flashed through her mind.
Perhaps, Tryndamere's covert work had been exposed. He had gone through a bloody battle in Mithril City before he managed to fight his way out of the border with great difficulty.
"Bring him here quickly." Ashe tried hard not to show her anxiety.
But she still couldn't help but worry about Tryndamere, even though he had magical immortality.
She thought she would see a dying warrior covered in blood, but...
"Ashe!" Tryndamere appeared in front of her in high spirits.
He was wearing a clean work uniform on the upper body and dirt-resistant work pants on the lower body. His once messy hair and beard were now neatly groomed.
At first glance, you can't tell that he is the barbarian he once was.
Not to mention the bloody escape. Looking at the way Tryndamere looks now, it wouldn't be wrong to say he just came out of the barber shop after getting a haircut.
"You..." Ashe was stunned. Everyone present also cast doubtful glances at him.
"Why are you back?" she asked.
"Well..." Tryndamere's expression was unnatural.
Looking at Ash's familiar face, he couldn't utter a single word of the long lines he had prepared earlier.
"What's wrong?" Looking at her husband's face which had become much rounder, Ashley frowned slightly.
She felt keenly that he seemed to have changed.
Not only his appearance, but also the way he looked at her...
"Are you feeling guilty?" Ash's brows furrowed even more tightly. "What are you feeling guilty about?"
"..."Tryndamere is still down.
The script was not written that way. He had originally intended to get straight to the point, to explain the pros and cons to Ashe in front of all the tribal leaders, and to stop this meaningless war in time.
The morale of Avarosa was already divided and on the brink of collapse at any time.
Therefore, there was no need for him to explain any great principles of being a leader. As long as he, the "imperial concubine", took the lead in rebellion in the court, the war would never break out.
Although this was very unfair to Ashe, in order to stop the war, save lives, and for the future of Avarosa and Freljord, and to truly realize Ashe's ideals and his own beliefs, Tryndamere still volunteered to come.
But when he really got there, he realized that this was much more difficult than he had expected.
After all, if he opened his mouth now, he would destroy all the hard work Ashe had put in for half her life.
There is no way. This belief is precious, but a wife is expensive.
So Tryndamere could only remain silent, silent, and silent again. Finally...
"Speak!" Ashe shouted coldly.
Tryndamere was immediately startled and stood up straight subconsciously.
"Tell me, why did you return to the team without permission?" Ashe scolded her subordinates, "What happened in Secret Silver City?"
"Well..." Tryndamere couldn't delay any longer.
He could only bite the bullet and answer through gritted teeth: "Ashe, the Germans asked me to bring you a message..."
This was how Tryndamere wanted to make his intentions clear, to first stop this meaningless war, and then slowly explain to everyone everything he had experienced in Silver City these days.
But at this moment...
"Warmother Ashe, something bad has happened! Something bad has happened!" A tribal shaman hurried into the tent.
He rashly delivered a very bad news to everyone present: "An urgent message was sent from my hometown—"
"The Claw of Winter suddenly appeared in the Eastern Ice Field, and then launched a full-scale invasion of our territory!"
"Sejuani has already defeated several small tribes stationed on the outskirts of our city, and is now leading her army to approach Rakstak!"
"What?!" As soon as the news came out, it caused an uproar at the scene.
Even Ashe could no longer maintain that icy temperament, and her face darkened.
"Oh no..." The Winter Claw took advantage of their main force heading south to Debon and actually stole their high ground from behind?
This is even more deadly than the threat from Demacia!
After all, Demacia
But the Claws of Winter are like a swarm of locusts, shaving off your head with a razor blade.
If the Winter's Claw were allowed to capture Rakstak, they would plunder all of their harvest reserves for this year.
Then they would become a wandering tribe like stray dogs, or even starve to death on this vast ice field.
"Warmother Ashe?!" Everyone present looked at their leader worriedly.
The good news is that in the face of the deadly threat of Winter's Claw, the nearly collapsed Avarosa Alliance has finally united again.
The bad news is:
“……” At this moment, Ashe couldn’t come up with any solution.
What can she do?
The main forces of Avarosa are now deployed at the southernmost border of Germany, while the "Royal Court" of Rakstak is located in the northern ice field thousands of miles away.
Even if she took only the most elite super warriors and rode the Juvask boar all the way back, it would probably be too late.
The journey was so long and the icy plains were so bumpy and difficult to travel. Unless Ashe could fly all the way back on the magic crystal arrow she shot, it would be too late for her to do anything.
She knew how powerful the Winter Claw was, and she also knew how empty her back was at this moment.
“……”Ashe suddenly fell into despair.
It wasn't that she was stupid and didn't know how to take precautions. It was that she was forced by the current situation and had no choice.
Faced with the huge threat from Demacia, she could only mobilize all her forces and leave no room for others.
This was a risk she had to take. And now, this fatal risk, unfortunately, has become a reality.
"Warmother Ashe?" Avarosa's warriors were still looking at her anxiously.
However, the war mother leaders of the vassal tribes had already sensed something from Ashe's strange silence.
They looked at each other, then quietly looked towards the south.
It might be too late to go back and save their home. If they couldn't defend their home and their food supply was eaten up by the locusts of Winter Claw, where could they go to survive?
The answer is self-evident.
"No!" Ashe clenched the True Ice Bow in her hand.
Before the army's morale was almost broken and the alliance was completely shattered, she finally stood up firmly and said, "Everyone, we still have hope!"
"Hope?" The War Mothers looked over.
"Yes, I hope." Ashe turned to look to the south. "Perhaps we won't be able to return to aid Rakstak in time, but we still have enough rations to cross the mountains and go south to plunder Debon!"
When the Winter Claw stole her high ground, she went to tear down Demacia's home.
This is her only way out now.
"We can grab enough food in Demacia to get us through this unfortunate year. Next spring, we will be able to take back our territory, plant crops, graze livestock, build, store crops, and rebuild our home!"
The War Mothers were still shaken. "This sounds like a desperate risk. But you have to know, War Mother Ashe, we have no way out now."
"So, you have lost the courage to fight?" Ashe looked at them with burning eyes. "You would rather trade your freedom for peace and pin all your hopes on those foreigners in the south than fight the final battle?"
"Yes, those Germans are very nice to us now. But what about the future? Have you ever thought about the future?"
"Giving up freedom and dignity - it won't be so easy to take them back in the future!"
“…” The war mothers fell silent.
With this inspiring speech, Ashe stabilized the shaken morale of the army.
She turned around and stood on the main seat, holding high the proof of her being the incarnation of Avarosa, the unique True Ice Bow:
"Everyone, the rise and fall of Avarosa depends on this battle!"
"I understand the fear on the part of you. Those who want to leave can leave at any time."
"Those who are willing to follow me south, please stand before me now! Let us unite as one and let the enemy feel the wrath of the Ice Bloodline!"
"Yes!" Avarosa's warriors rushed forward without hesitation and bowed down at Ashe's feet.
The war mothers of the vassal tribes looked at each other, and finally bowed their heads to Ashe.
Ashe finally won everyone's loyalty again.
"Uh..." Not everyone.
There was an extremely eye-catching guy still standing there.
He did not join the mighty army entering the pass, but instead stood there with a conflicted look on his face.
"Tryndamere?" Ashe couldn't believe it.
She didn't expect that the only coward who openly opposed the war with Debang would be her blood ally.
"You..." Thinking of Tryndamere's previous suspicious behavior, Ashe suddenly had a very bad premonition.
At this time, Tryndamere said meaningfully: "Ashe, I think we don't have to go to war with Demacia."
"We can go back and deal with the Winter's Claw and defend our home."
"But it's too late." Ash frowned, "Unless we can fly."
"Yeah, unless we can fly." Tryndamere said in a subtle tone.
Finally, he stammered, "Actually, someone can help us."
"Who?" Ashe secretly clenched the bow, her face cold as ice.
"Laxana, Laxana of Mystersilver City." Tryndamere mustered up his courage and silently prepared his ultimate move.
