LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 453 Ashe's "Male Favorite"

While the Shurima Empire is reviving in the sands, in the far north, in the Freljord.

Lakstark, here is the sanctuary of the three sisters Avarosa, and it is also a rare human settlement on the Freljord Icefield that can be called a city.

This city is located in a fertile, warm and humid place in the south—from the perspective of the Freljord people, as long as there are a few months in a year that are not frozen by heavy snow, they can rush to plant a season of snow barley or potatoes, and grow It is already considered a "fertile, warm and humid" place to produce pastures to support cattle and sheep.

In short, in the eyes of the Freljord people, this land is already a rich land, a treasure that only the strong can possess.

And at this moment, this land belongs to the revived Avarosa tribe, and belongs to the leader of the great alliance of southern tribes, Ice Archer Ashe.

On this day, the sky was full of wind and snow, and the night was like ink.

After finishing her busy day, Ashe walked slowly towards her residence in the light of the bonfire.

The tribal guards along the way looked at their leader with admiration, or in the words of the Freljord: "War mother!"

Ashe calmly nodded to these warriors one by one, showing her powerful and friendly side as the leader of the tribe.

It wasn't until she left the sight of everyone and returned to the door of the residence that her slender face finally showed a trace of fatigue and a trace of the delicate beauty of a girl.

It is not easy to be the leader of a large tribal alliance.

Just balancing the interests of the tribes under her command and eliminating all kinds of contradictions and conflicts between these independent tribes that did not belong to each other in the past, she has to expend infinite energy.

Ashe's ultimate ideal is to unify all of the Freljord and bring peace to this chaotic land.

This overly lofty ideal destined her to face many enemies and troubles.

"Ash, you're back." Amidst the thoughts, the door opened.

A man came out to greet him.

He looks ordinary.

Although he is tall and has a strong body, this figure is nothing more than a common basic configuration for the Freljord, who are per capita berserkers.

If there was anything special about this man's appearance, it would be his handsome face.

But it's not worth much in the Freljord.Compared with a good-looking face, what people admire more is a thick enough arm.

So, from the perspective of the Freljord, this man is generally unremarkable.

And this "ordinary" man is none other than Ashe's blood mate:
"Tryndamere." Ashe called out her husband's name.

It is not quite accurate to say that the husband is.

In the Freljord, where the matrilineal clan is the mainstream, the supreme leaders of the tribe are all women like Ashe.

They are honored as war mothers.

The blood alliance couples are the male companions of war mothers.

A war mother can have many blood alliance couples, and the status of male blood alliances in front of the war mother is often relatively humble.

They are often either the tools of political marriage brought by other tribes, or the "great boys" selected by the war mother to help the war mother give birth to good offspring.

Among them, of course, is true love.But even with the blessing of love, the status gap between the blood alliance and the war mother cannot be challenged.

So, without an analogy:

Tryndamere cannot be counted as Ashe's husband, but only as Ashe's "concubine".

It's just that Ai Xi only has such a "concubine", and she has no desire to find more "boy favorites", so the two can still be regarded as a husband and wife relationship in ordinary people's perception.

"Go in." Ashe walked into the house under her husband's welcome.

The fireplace inside the house has already lit a charcoal fire, bringing a touch of warmth to the stone house under the snow and wind.

Dinner is also ready.The food is very simple, nothing more than several kinds of dried meat commonly found on the ice field.But it's what Ashe likes to eat.

"Tendamere." Ashe casually put the ice bow aside, a smile appeared on his cold face: "Thank you."

"It is an honor to serve you," said Tryndamere gravely.

"You don't have to be so respectful to me, Tryndamere." Ashe shook her head helplessly: "It's been a winter since our union. You are already my recognized, unique blood alliance."

When she chose Tryndamere, she was only interested in the fact that this kid died with his whole family and had no background. Marrying him would not cause "jealousy" among the various tribes under his command, leading to infighting again and again.

But after a year of getting along, some real feelings have emerged between the two.

Therefore, at least in her own home, in front of Tryndamere, Ashe still hopes to get along with her as an ordinary girl.

"En." Tryndamere nodded, and there was a hint of tenderness secretly in his eyes.

But there was no less respect in his eyes.

The people of the Freljord believe that Ashe is the divine incarnation of Avarosa herself, one of the three ancient sisters.

It is precisely because of this deep-rooted legend, coupled with Ashe's great strength and extraordinary charm, that she has successfully united the southern tribes of the Freljord, and has become the leader of this polar snowfield for generations. Leader of the largest tribal union.

Tryndamere didn't believe the legend at first.

But as he spent more time with Ashe, he also began to believe the whispers of others—that she was really a divine incarnation of Avarosa herself.

Therefore, Tryndamere has both love and respect for Ashe.

This kind of delicate situation of marrying a real goddess has formed a special mode of getting along with each other and respecting each other as guests.

"Okay." Ashe was also used to her husband's attitude.

She sat down before the supper which had been prepared long ago in Tryndamere.

But before sitting down, Ashe noticed a small square box on the table.

The whole body of the box is made of a strange material that is neither gold nor jade, hard yet thin.

Not only is the eye-catching blue bird emblem branded on the box, but there are also several buttons with unknown functions and written with the logo of Demacia.

This look is something from beyond the Freljord.

"Play?" Unlike most Freljorders, Ashe, who is born with ice and snow, is not illiterate.

Because it is located in the south of the ice sheet with a relatively warm climate, it is different from the primitive hunting tribes in the extremely cold places in the north. In addition to hunting, the survival methods of the Avarosa Tribal Alliance also include farming, grazing, and communication with the more southern Dema Asians do business.

Because of the unpleasant dealings with Demacia's Northland merchants several times, Ashe also recognizes Demacia's characters.

But even if she understood those buttons, she still didn't understand: "What is this little box for?"

"Singers," said Tryndamere.

As he spoke, he reached out and fiddled with the switch of the Hex speaker.

The expensive and reliable Hex magic battery started slowly, and the blue magic light faintly lit up.

Afterwards, a melodious and sweet female voice accompanied by beautiful music came clearly from the small box.

"Well..." Listening to this exotic music, looking at the blood alliance couple who prepared all this for her, Ashe couldn't help but feel a bit of romance.

But the leader's rationality soon returned.

She moved her gaze away from the Hex speaker, and then looked at Tryndamere curiously: "Is this magic box also brought back from Demacia by the caravan?"

"Yes." Tryndamere nodded: "Because Demacia has completely liberalized foreign trade, this time the caravan can be regarded as bringing back a lot of good things—"

"You must know that too, Ashe."

Of course Ashe knew about this event.

In the past, the official kingdom of Demacia strictly prohibited foreign trade.

Especially against the barbarians of the northern ice fields.As one of the southern countries that has suffered from barbarian plunder all year round, Demacia has implemented a trade blockade policy against the Freljord for hundreds of years in the past.

But it's like the Ming Dynasty that made itself a net inflow of silver by enforcing a sea ban.
The final result of this embargo policy is that it has contributed to the rise of the smuggling trade of the Demacian people to the northern ice sheets, and has fattened a large number of local nobles and smugglers who rely on this for food.

With so many eating mouths and such a large increase in trade costs, it is doomed that after the goods of the Freljord are transported to the north of Demacia, they will not be sold at much price, and they will not be able to buy them. I can't afford many good things.

But this time.
"For some reason, Demacia has completely liberalized foreign trade."

Of course Tryndamere didn't know that this was a small reform that Prince Jarvan made after taking power in Demacia.

Open the door to do business.The money earned by smugglers and local nobles in the past is now earned by the Demacia officials.

This is done, on the one hand, to further suppress and weaken the power of the nobles in the country, and on the other hand, to accumulate start-up funds as much as possible for the industrial transformation after Demacia.

In short, Jarvan and others did not consider the interests of the Freljord people in formulating such a policy, but this policy has really benefited these Freljord people.

"Without the restrictions of the embargo policy, and without those greedy noble middlemen who want to make a difference in taking Naka, our caravan going south can not only freely trade with the Demacians, but also sell the same goods more than in previous years. The price was several times higher."

"So they brought back a lot of good things from Demacia this time—including this little thing called a 'speaker'."

Tryndamere said happily.

In his opinion, the tribe's goods were sold at high prices, and more precious goods from the south were bought back. This is undoubtedly news worthy of his joy for Ashe.

Although trade cannot completely solve the food problem of this large tribal alliance, it is a welcome progress after all.

"Isn't it?" Tryndamere's smile gradually faded.

Because he noticed, Ashe frowned slightly, not very happy.

"Are you in trouble again?" Tryndamere asked cautiously.

"Yeah." Ash nodded.

"Is it related to our trade with Demacia?" Tryndamere asked again.

As the good helper of Ai Xi and his mother, he is actually very careful despite his rough appearance.

"Yes." Ashe sighed, and his eyes fell back to the Hex speaker that was shipped from the south.

Then, she broke the bad news: "The Rubble Tribe has defected from the Alliance."

"What?" Tryndamere also frowned.

He knew the Gravel Tribe.It was a small tribe located in the southernmost part of the Union Territory.

They live right on the border of Demacia.

From there, across a mountain range separating the north and the south, you can enter the Demacia Basin with a pleasant climate from the Freljord Ice Field.

"Where did they defect to?" Although he already had an answer in his heart, Tryndamere still couldn't believe it.

Until Ashe gave the exact answer: "They went to seek refuge in Demacia."

This was something that was unimaginable before.

Because Demacia has been entangled in the basin covered by the forbidden magic stone forest for hundreds of years, and their land is not enough for themselves, so how can they accept the northern barbarians to encroach?

Apart from the smuggling trade, the only way for Germans and Icelanders to deal with each other is to fight each other on the kingdom's border defense line.

But now.
"They accepted the Rubble Tribe?" Tryndamere couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Ashe nodded, and sighed again: "And, it's not just the gravel tribe"

"As long as you are a human being, they are all willing to accept you."

"What?" Tryndamere was even more shocked.

This kind of thing is simply unimaginable for the Freljord people.

In this barren land with extremely harsh climate, one more person means one more mouth to eat.

Except for Ashe who wanted to unify the ice sheet, unite her compatriots, and establish order in the Freljord, most of the other tribes didn't even want captives, and they didn't even want slaves.

The loser can only die.Not even a chance to be a dog.

Because the winner doesn't have that much food to feed you.

Of course, the situation in Demacia is ten thousand times better than that in Freljord, but
"They are also ten thousand times more populous than we are," said Tryndamere, frowning.

"Why are these Demacians suddenly willing to share land and food and accept the Freljord?"

"I don't know too well." Ashe shook her head helplessly.

The world was changing so fast that even her great leader was beginning to lose track of what was going on.

"All I know is that Demacia is running a thing called a 'factory' near the border."

"factory?"

"It's... a large foundry." Ashe tried to understand it in the way of the Iceman.

Thanks to Ornn, he left a mature artisan inheritance to this ice field, so that the Freljord people can barely understand the existence of the factory.

"In short, the factory needs a lot of people."

"And these Demacians recruit people without looking at their origins or backgrounds, and even the Freljords treat them equally."

The first batch of factories in Demacia were introduced and opened from Zaun under the leadership of Lux and other German leaders.

Leaders who set up factories will of course treat everyone equally with a humanistic spirit.

As for why these factories were opened on the border between Demacia and the Freljord?

The reason is also very simple.

Because Mithril City, the territory of the Crownguard family, is on the border of the Freljord region.

If Lux wants to conduct a pilot industrialization project in Demacia, of course she will give priority to the family territory that she can absolutely control.

This indirectly led to the spontaneous surrender of the Freljord and the defection of the Rubble Horde.

"The Demacians seem to be playing for real this time." Ashe said in a serious tone: "It is said that they not only recruit people without knowing their background, but also give them extremely generous treatment."

"Food and shelter are included, and there is enough food."

In fact, the salary is the big head.

But for the Freljord people who have been struggling to survive in the ice and snow all year round, money is not important, but food and housing are important.

Food and shelter are included, and there is enough food-this sentence is a critical blow to the people of the ice field.

Who wouldn't want to have a house in the warmth and comfort of Demacia and eat all-you-can-eat oat bread every day?

"And the most troublesome thing is that, according to rumors, the Demacians don't just give such treatment to the chosen ones."

"As long as you go, they won't drive you away, and they will try their best to help you make a living."

What kind of livelihood will be arranged specifically, the rumors have not made it clear.

But being able to make a living in Demacia, even digging out dung and picking up garbage, is more comfortable than drinking northwest wind and eating ice skates in Freljord!

"So, the Rubble Tribe defected. And what's worse"

Ashe's tone was a little weaker: "This 'good' news is still spreading on the ice sheet."

"This" Tyda Milton realized the seriousness of the problem.

This is indeed good news for the people of the Freljord who yearn for a better life.

But for Ashe, for the Avarosa tribal alliance, it is not good news.

The reason why those big and small tribes surrendered to Ashe, apart from Ashe's own strength, was because she was one of the few people on the Freljord Icefield who sheltered the weak, and she could bring everyone unprecedented Order and tranquility.

Under the banner of Avarosa, people can no longer kill and plunder each other, but support themselves through farming, grazing and hunting in unity.Weak tribes can also survive under her wings.

However, the land of the ice sheet is too barren.

No matter how hard Ashe works, what she can give cannot be better than what Demacia gave.

Order, tranquility, and most importantly food and clothing.
These things that the Avarosa tribe is devoted to maintaining are within easy reach of Demacia.

So, between Ashe and Demacia who has completely opened her arms, how will the small tribe choose?
"Oops." Tryndamere saw that something was wrong.

He finally understood why Ashe, who had always been strong and fearless, was showing weakness.

This is simply an invincible enemy.

If things go on like this, going south to seek refuge in Demacia is likely to become a trend on the ice sheet.

As for Avarosa, who managed to integrate the southern tribes with great difficulty, the brainchild of Ashe, who had worked so hard for half his life, is likely to fall apart.

Tryndamere struggled to come up with a solution for Ashe.

But this problem is really difficult to solve.His clever "good wife" has no clue either.

"Damn it!" He could only clenched his fists angrily, "The methods of these Demacians are so vicious!"

"They actually distributed food to everyone!"

(End of this chapter)