"Ashe's Blood Alliance, after climbing 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 shrubs, 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 continuous 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 Debon.

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, disintegrating the Freljordians into a piece of scattered sand once again.

At that time, the Freljordians will sink into eternal chaos and struggle in endless internal fighting forever.

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 plains, they wore thick fur to withstand 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.

Beside Tryndamere and his party, behind, and even in front, there were more tribes like this, heading towards the border of Demacia in groups against the warm wind blowing from the south.

Further back, invisible to the naked eye, there are more Freljordians who have responded to Ashe's call and are migrating from all directions, heading south to Demacia.

They will arrive here one after another tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and beyond.

They are all a true 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 can release 10,000 to 20,000 immigrants in one go this time, which is already 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 Demacians 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: "Son, 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 thousands of people. But they could often pass through the defense lines guarded by tens of thousands of German soldiers.

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 revealed 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, thinking about how to suck blood from the 'tribe', and even in the face of invasion by foreign enemies, they still have to think about how to prioritize the interests of their own family."

"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 living.

The resources required and the benefits involved are something no Demacia 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 provide funds and allocate funds from the imperial 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 will definitely expose these hypocritical guys and completely tear apart the illusion of Demacia's paradise on earth.

"Food and shelter are included. Is there enough food?"

"Ha!" He sent more than 10,000 people over in one go. Let's see how you can manage 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 didn't 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 Pi City, ate a Copper Ring of black bread, lived in a rental house in the Zaun community, and had to be squeezed and humiliated by fellow gangsters every day.

, was discriminated against and made things difficult by Pi City law enforcement officers...

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

"The Demacian conspiracy will soon be self-defeating." 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 plan of coordinating internal and external cooperation and coordinate with Ashe's large army to save their fellow tribesmen.

"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!"

This is indeed true. 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 helpless?

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 pass had previously been the Demacian people's frontline 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 through here.

But now...

The fortress is 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 beside 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 sheet, 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.
To be continued...