One week later, Miylin City Industrial Zone.

After getting off work in the evening, Tryndamere and the Ice warriors walked into the public canteen in the industrial area and took out their wallets.

This is the salary advanced to them by the blacksmith cooperative.

When the cooperative cadres distributed money to these ice people, they specifically told them that they would be paid for working here, and the excess wages could be saved and not spent too quickly.

After all, Miyin City Industrial Zone only provides employees with basic housing and living security. If you want to live in a better house and live a better quality life in the future, you have to buy it yourself.

But Tryndamere and the others didn't listen to him.

For the ice people, money is the least valuable thing, and houses are not important. Only the food eaten in the stomach and the fat growing on the waist are real assets.

So Tryndamere used his salary generously to buy a barrel of spirits, a pot of oatmeal and vegetable stew, a pot of cabbage soup, a loaf of black bread, and three alchemical quick-cooked roast chickens...

The food piled up into a small mountain on the table, causing the surrounding Zaun construction workers and local Mithril City workers to look askance at it.

"This is simply paradise." After eating and drinking, an Ice Warrior couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes." Tryndamere also burped happily.

There is no need to risk your life every day chasing big wild boars on the ice field. You can get so much delicious food in exchange for a day of burning the furnace and making iron in the blacksmith shop.

What's more, in the so-called modern blacksmith shops of these Germans, there are electric stoves, blowers, hydraulic hammers, and grinders that are said to be imported from Zaun...

They don't even have to burn their own furnaces, they don't even have to forge iron with their own hands. They just learn to fiddle with the machines, and with the help of manual forging, they can easily complete ten times the workload of the past.

It’s safe and labor-saving, and you don’t have to worry about food and drink. Compared with the past, isn’t this a fairy life?

I am happy here, don’t think about it...

"Ahem!" After the drunkenness dissipated, Tryndamere's expression immediately became serious.

He put down the wine barrel in his arms and stared at the ice warriors around him who had been knocked unconscious by sugar-coated shells: "Everyone, don't forget what we are here for! It has only been a few days, and you have forgotten

Which tribe do you belong to?"

"Well..." The Iceborn warriors lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Tryndamere wanted to teach him a few more words, but he swallowed them back.

Because he understands the mentality of these fighters.

In the Freljord, mortals follow the Iceborn warriors, small tribes follow the big tribes, and the weak follow the strong. In the final analysis, they all follow the person who can bring everyone enough food.

And now, Laxana of Mithril City is undoubtedly the "alpha wolf" who can keep everyone fed.

Compared with Lux, Ashe has lost her biggest trump card as a leader.

"Alas." Tryndamere's heart was heavy, and even the roast chicken in his mouth was tasteless.

He looked at the dozen Ice-born warriors around him, and then he asked belatedly: "Where are the others? Why don't they eat in the cafeteria again?"

A week ago, they were acting collectively as a tribe.

As soon as they were dispatched, nearly a hundred strong men gathered together, and the scene was as spectacular as a gangster patrolling the streets.

But now, there are only a dozen or so Iceborn warriors surrounding Tryndamere.

Many people "disappeared" as soon as they got off work. They could only be seen at workers' night schools and workers' dormitories at night.

"They..." Everyone gave answers in a hurry.

Some of these "missing" Ice warriors went to taverns in the city, some to supermarkets in industrial areas, and some to roadside food stalls...

In short, everyone started living their own lives as soon as they got off work, no longer hanging around Tryndamere alone.

"This..." The more Tryndamere thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.

In the past, on the ice fields, everyone acted collectively as a tribe, hunting and grazing together.

Even if they operate separately, they must stay together as a small team, otherwise the biting ice and snow of Freljord and various ferocious beasts will teach those lone wolves who have lost their pack a bloody lesson.

But when we arrived in Mithril City, everything was different.

People's work and private life are separated. They no longer need to be around the alpha wolf all the time and worry about losing the protection of the tribe.

So, unknowingly, the people around Tryndamere dispersed.

I recall that half a month ago, he personally led nearly a hundred athletes to Germany. The soldiers followed him wholeheartedly.

But now, without realizing it, he has almost become a polished commander whose words are not listened to.

"This is not right." Tryndamere frowned.

In the words of leaders, this is called productivity determining production relations, and changes in production relations bring about the disintegration of old personal dependence relationships.

In the era of industrialization, herdsmen no longer need to be dependent on tribes, and farmers no longer need to be dependent on lords. People can freely leave pastures and land, find jobs in cities, and support themselves.

Therefore, those outdated nomadic tribes, noble lords, and feudal clans will naturally be eliminated by history.

Tryndamere doesn't understand this yet.

But he already sensed the danger.

"If this continues, everyone will forget about the Horde soon." Tryndamere frowned.

In fact, this is already happening.

Not only them, but other tribes who came to work in Mithril City also soon began to collapse under this modern lifestyle.

Only a week has passed, and many tribal leaders have lost their dignity.

People will still habitually obey the orders of tribal leaders, but they have gradually realized a problem:

Now everyone is a worker with equal status, the wages are paid by the factory, and I buy the food with my own wages, so why should I listen to you, a useless wolf?

"This..." Upon hearing this, the Ice Warriors gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

But they also couldn't understand the root of the problem, so they had to use their old thinking to understand: "There's nothing we can do about it."

"Everyone is eating Miss Laxana's food now, so of course we must be Miss Laxana's soldiers."

Some people lamented this.

"Yes." Tryndamere was about to nod, but...

"Miss Laxana? Miss?" He said with a heavy face: "When did you all start using honorifics for her?"

"Um..." The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

In the past, no one would speak back in this situation.

Because people in the ice fields are always in a precarious and dangerous situation. Everyone's survival depends on the collective, and the collective must be united and implement decisions efficiently. Otherwise, it will be difficult for this fragile group of survivors to survive on the ice fields.

Therefore, in most cases, the status of the tribal leader is absolute and his majesty cannot be challenged.

Even if Tryndamere is only a temporary leader and the "little wife" of the real leader Ashe, his majesty in front of his subordinates cannot be offended.

However, at this moment...

After a moment of hesitation, someone finally had the courage to answer: "Tryndamere, I think Miss Laxana may not be as bad as you think."

"Perhaps what she said is true."

"You?" Tryndamere wanted to get angry when he was slapped in the face as soon as he showed his majesty as a leader.

But when he saw the tangled faces and thought of the dozens of ice warriors who had gone missing as soon as they got off work and had been invisibly out of control, he suddenly realized...

He is not qualified to speak like this now. Because everyone can leave him at any time, but he cannot leave everyone.

And the worst part is, because Ashe is too benevolent and too trusting of these direct lineage warriors who were born in Avarosa... so she did not adopt a useful pledge system to transfer the blood relatives of these Iceborn warriors in advance.

The family is under control.

Therefore, apart from the illusory "righteousness between king and subject" and the blood bond of the tribe, Tryndamere no longer had any means to restrain these warriors.

"Tryndamere." Seeing that Tryndamere stopped talking, the Iceborn warriors became bolder: "To be honest, I don't think Miss Laxana lied to us."

"She is sincerely good to everyone and truly wants the people of the Ice Plains to live a good life."

"..." Tryndamere became increasingly speechless.

In fact, he had a similar feeling.

Because Lux is really completely different from the German nobles he knew, and Mithril City is 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-minded, selfish nobles.

Everyone here is selfish and greedy. They can sell everything in order to gain money and power. There is no selflessness and unity of the Freljord people.

But after coming to Mithril City, the situation was completely different from what he knew.

There is no aristocratic gentleman here with a whip to drive away the serfs. Instead, there is a group of cadres who are mixed among the grassroots workers so that no one can tell any difference.

Everyone works in the factory, and the factory is like a tribe. People work together in this "big tribe", and the factory will generously use part of the income to ensure everyone's food, clothing, housing, transportation, and basic life.

Compared with the aloof tribal leaders, the leading cadres of the Mi Silver City Factory are extremely approachable and approachable, making people feel like a breath of fresh air.

Especially Laxana. This noble lady from the Crown Guard family actually eats with everyone in the factory cafeteria every day, and even laughs and chats enthusiastically with the most ordinary iceland immigrants.

Every time Tryndamere saw her, she could call out his name enthusiastically.

At first, he thought that he had exposed something suspicious and had caught the eye of this great nobleman.
To be continued...