LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

"Why, why?" Looking at the iron mountain in front of him, Tryndamere was stunned.

He asked the camp cadre, "Why is iron so cheap?"

"Because we have alchemy technology." The cadre still had something to do, so he left in a hurry without saying a word.

"This" Tryndamere was completely in a panic.

Alchemy technology!It's this magic called "Technology" again!

The magic of these Demacians can really make iron so cheap, inexhaustible and inexhaustible?
Tryndamere doesn't understand the Industrial Revolution, but he understands simple logical reasoning:

"Magic" has improved, iron materials have become cheaper, more people can afford ironware, the demand for ironware has increased, and more blacksmiths are needed, and the employment problem of Freljord immigrants has been solved. The people of the Freljord can be self-reliant and create wealth for Demacia
Then with these more than 1 mouths, can they still overwhelm the Demacians?

No, it's impossible.

"Oops!" Tryndamere suddenly realized why these Demacians welcomed the Freljord so much.

The co-authors of those mortal furnace households who can only be regarded as cumbersome on the ice field are all high-level talents worth introducing here!

If things go on like this, the Ice Plains tribes that Ashe managed to unite will be sucked up by Demacia?

"Ashe's blood alliance." The Iceborn warriors all looked at him nervously: "Then what should we do?"

"This" Tryndamere was also at a loss.

This question is simply unsolvable.

The first creed of the Icelanders is to survive, to survive better.

Therefore, except for the tribes integrated by blood ties, the Ice Plains people have no concept of "loyalty, filial piety" and so on to anyone other than their own tribe.

Whoever can lead everyone to survive on the ice sheet, who can give everyone a better life, is worth following.

Previously, this person was Ashe.

And now.
Tryndamere looked up at the blond girl flying in the air, Laxana Crownguard.

Ashe was, of course, his greatest and most charismatic leader.There's so much bread here in Kelacus!

Seriously, if he wasn't Ashe's blood alliance, just an ordinary ice warrior attached to the Avarosa alliance.
Then he will choose to betray Ashe [-]% and go south to seek refuge with this Demacian girl.

"What should I do?" Tryndamere changed his mind a little, and he knew how irresistibly attractive the conditions here were to the icelanders.

"What should I do?" The Iceborn warriors also looked at him blankly, seeking advice from the only intellectual hero in the team.

"Perhaps." Suddenly, Tryndamere raised his head brightly: "Perhaps, iron has become cheaper, but it has not become as cheap as we feared."

"After all, magic is always an expensive thing, isn't it?"

"This..." the Iceborne soldiers were slightly taken aback.

Yup!

They simply understand "technology" as a kind of magic, and they quickly think of the scarcity of magic itself.

Magic needs to be cast manually by mages, and no matter where a mage is, they are rare talents that are unique in a thousand.

Hiring noble casters to "stimulate production" of steel, can the production cost of this steel really drop to the cabbage price they are worried about?

"I see." Tryndamere remembered all the information he had inquired about the recent situation of Demacia these days.

He knew that Demacia had officially abolished the Forbidden Magic Act and abolished the Demon Seeker Corps.

He also knew that the Crown Guard family had a special force composed entirely of mages.They used to be demon-stained sinners imprisoned in the Tabernacle Tower, and later became private soldiers loyal to the Crown Guard family in the name of "Mage Prisoner Army".

And Miyin City happened to be the territory of the Guanwei family.

"The Crownguard family must have enslaved those mages and forced them to work! Otherwise, these magic creations would not be so cheap!"

Tryndamere felt he had found the answer.

No wonder the iron in Mithral City is worthless.It turned out that the Guanwei family happened to have a group of cheap mages in their hands, who could cast the production-increasing magic called "alchemy technology" at a low cost.

And since all of this originated from magic, from a group of mages suspected of being enslaved, it is a special case that cannot be copied.

"There must be a limit to the output of this low-cost steel." Tryndamere's eyes flashed with wisdom: "Even the Crownguard family can't conjure so many obedient mages out of thin air to use the ability to increase steel production." magic!"

Since this production model cannot be replicated or expanded for reproduction, then the problem is easy to handle.

It's nothing more than continuing to consume!

"The cheap steel produced by the mages may be able to provide jobs for more than 1 ice furnace owners."

"But there are tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of furnace households on the ice sheet, and our Avarosa Alliance still has the capacity to send more people here. And what about the Crown Guard family? How many mages can they produce and how many cheap ones can they provide?" Iron material?"

"not to mention"

"These mages are not mortals, they are as special as the Iceborn on the ice field. Are these naturally noble spellcasters willing to be enslaved by the Crown Guard family and work as free labor for these nobles?"

Tryndamere has found a new breakthrough in dealing with Demacia, which is the issue of the human rights of the mages of Mithral City.

The scarcity of mages themselves meant that the cost of magic creations could not be low.

But the Crown Guard family was able to come up with such a cheap "magic iron".

What does this mean?
It shows that the residual value of the mage must be squeezed out by the Guanwei family!

They are definitely enslaved by the Crown Guard family, casting spells for the Crown Guard family for free every day.

"Perhaps, we can find those mages and persuade them to join our team." The more Tryndamere thought about it, the more feasible it became.

Uniting those mages to fight against the Crownguard family can not help but destroy Mithral City's cheap steel industry from the root, and it can also increase the support of the Avarosa Alliance on the battlefield.

This is simply killing two birds with one stone, the best of both worlds.

"Wonderful! Tryndamere!" The iceborn warriors all looked at the wise man with admiration.

They also unconsciously called him from Chief Ashe's bed warming girl to his own name.

By virtue of his superhuman intelligence and outstanding intelligence, Tryndamere has broken free from the shackles of his status as a female family vassal, and won the respect of everyone.

And at this moment.
"Tryndamere!" The leaders had already finished unloading, and the cargo compartment of the alchemy truck was also empty.

Then, unexpectedly, the noble lady Laxanna flew down from the air and came before the leader of the humble little tribe of Tryndamere.

"Lord Laxanna!" Tryndamere pretended to be respectful.

"You don't need to call me sir, just call me by my name." Lacus spoke in a very approachable manner, not like a noble lord at all.

But Tryndamere always felt that, for some reason, the way she looked at him was a little uncomfortable.

"Tendamere, you are the first batch of employees selected into the blacksmith cooperative."

"Now the site and equipment of the handicraft farm tool factory are all ready. After you finish your meal, come back to the Miyin City Industrial Zone with me and try to start working."

As she said that, Lacus added silently: "The food you earn yourself tastes better. After you go there, you have to work hard!"

"Yes!" Tryndamere nodded foolishly.

Coincidentally, he also planned to find an opportunity to leave the immigrant camp and go to Mithral City to investigate the situation.

Now Lux is going to send them to work in the Industrial Zone of Miyin City. Could this be the place where the Crown Guard family forced those mages to work?

If they go there, will they be able to find mages who know how to cast "technology" magic, and invite them to launch a counterattack against Demacia?
Thinking of this, Tryndamere's work attitude became more positive.

As soon as he wiped his mouth and put his rice bowl away, he took the initiative to say: "Miss Laxana, we can go to work now! We will definitely work hard and repay your kindness!"

"Oh?" Lux's expression suddenly softened a lot.

She didn't look at people with the eyes of looking at the bucket anymore, but said happily: "Okay, pack up, and get in the car with me."

"En!" Tryndamere nodded, turned around and summoned the accompanying iceborn warriors.

Soon, nearly one hundred people gathered.

Under the guidance of Lacus, they boarded the cargo box of the alchemy truck one after another.

After Lux finished explaining a series of tasks to the camp cadres, she also flew into the sky above the truck convoy:
"Let's go! Let's go back to Mithral City!"

After a long time, outside Mithril City.

The truck in which Tryndamere and the others were riding was slowly driving on the muddy dirt road in the mountains.

"Ahem!" The Iceborne soldiers pinched their noses, enduring the alchemy smoke constantly spewed out by the truck.

Because Zaan has never ordered an environmentally friendly technology tree in the past, this alchemy truck is almost like a car-shaped Singed, running and releasing "poison" all the way.

"This car smells really good." The Iceborn warriors complained in a low voice, "But."

They were still curiously stroking the giant steel beast beneath them like babies who had just stepped into the world.

"Is this made of iron?" Obviously it was.

A chariot made of steel, which is understandable.

but
"Isn't it magically powered?" the Iceborn warriors were surprised.

After careful observation and devotion to perception, they failed to feel the magic power fluctuations from this giant steel beast that could act on its own.

"Yes." Tryndamere also murmured, "It's not magic."

The size of this truck is comparable to that of a mammoth on the ice sheet, and its carrying capacity is far greater than that of the Ernuk bull in their tribe.

Except that it is too slow and seems to have no combat power, it is almost equivalent to a domestic version of Juvask wild boar!
But this thing doesn't eat grass, doesn't drink water, and it's not powered by magic.
How did the Demacian make it move?

Tryndamere was purely puzzled at first, and then gradually felt nervous: "Evidently no magic was used, but a magic-like effect was achieved."

What is this?

What magical powers did the Demacians possess?
The more Tryndamere thought about it, the more inexplicably panicked, and then...
"Mithral City is coming soon!" Lux, who was flying in the sky, yelled softly, bringing his thoughts back to reality.

At this time, the truck convoy just drove out of the last mountain pass and slowly drove towards the high plain where Miril City is located.

Then, at once, Tryndamere saw the difference.

Because the road has changed.

The road is no longer a dirt road in the country, but a very flat and smooth road that has been hardened by a special material.

When the truck drove on such a road, the speed suddenly increased.

The scenery on both sides began to flicker past like a revolving lantern, and the breeze blowing towards the face gradually became more powerful.

"This" is simply magic!It's not magic, who can make such a long muddy road so hard and smooth?
But this is not magic.

Because Tryndamere saw the red flag waving in the distance.

He saw many ordinary mortals working hard to level the land and build roads with the assistance of giant steel beasts of various shapes.

"All of this was created by mortals?" Tryndamere became more and more shocked and confused.

He looked at the truck under his feet, and a bold and absurd idea couldn't help but pop up
This magic monster that doesn't use magic power was created by mortals, right?
"No, it won't," Tryndamere refused to believe.

If the Demacians can create magic creations with mortal bodies, doesn't that mean that those "magic steel" that are as cheap as cabbage may also be.
Tryndamere was in a panic.

At this moment, as the truck accelerated, the outline of the city of Mithral gradually appeared in front of their field of vision.

And the appearance of this city at the moment can be said to be a very strange combination.

In the distance is a tall and holy white city wall, and a solid and elegant crown guard castle. At first glance, it looks like a standard Demacian city, with the classical aesthetics of the kingdom of knights everywhere.

However, a new city built of steel rose up outside the old city.

Towering chimneys, neat factory buildings, flat roads, and giant steel beasts galloping on the roads. It feels like the painting style is different.

"Ahead is the industrial area of ​​Mihril City, and it is also where you will work in the future." Lux's voice sounded from the air at the right time.

"Tryndamere, look!" The Iceborn warriors pulled Tryndamere in shock and told him to look beside him.

I saw that beside their truck, there happened to be another convoy of trucks passing by.

And these trucks are loaded with gray and black balls.

"What is this?" Tryndamere and the others were at a loss.

"This is iron ore." Noticing their curiosity, Lux slowly flew down into the sky and replied.

"Iron ore? Why does iron ore look like this?"

These ice natives are proficient in metallurgy and forging.But they have only seen natural iron ore, and have never seen this kind of "iron ball" with a regular shape.

This is obviously a man-made product.

"This is pellets." Lacus simply explained: "The concentrator extracts iron concentrates with an iron content of more than 64% from the ore, and then re-fires the iron concentrates into lumps through a pellet machine, which is this It looks like it."

"Iron fine powder is in the form of powder, and it is easy to burn unevenly when directly added to the blast furnace, and there is also a risk of explosion, so it is necessary to form pellets, well, these are the 'iron balls' you see."

"They are actually the raw materials for blast furnace ironmaking."

"Huh?" Tryndamere and the others were bewildered.

Obviously they are all part-time blacksmiths, but they don't quite understand.
Concentrator?Iron powder?Pellets?Blast furnace ironmaking?What are these.

According to the traditional craftsmanship of the Freljord people, they artificially grind natural iron ore into small particles, and then pass through many times of manual screening, using this primitive method to reduce ironmaking raw materials as much as possible impurities in.

If you want to go further, you can only invite those noble forging mages to use special magic methods.

So they couldn't understand how the ore concentrator worked, how to extract iron concentrate powder in large quantities from the natural iron ore with a lot of impurities.

Yes, the emphasis is on high volume.

"So many vehicles" Tryndamere and the others looked at the convoy transporting iron ore.

The trucks are connected end to end, almost endless in length.

With so many trucks, how much ironmaking raw material do we have to load this time?

"How long will it take you to use so much iron ore?" Tryndamere asked puzzled.

"Haha, that's not a lot." Lux laughed and said, "What you see now is just the daily consumption of our Mithril Iron and Steel Plant."

"One day?" Tryndamere couldn't believe it: "You can smelt so much iron ore in one day?"

"Yes." Lux smiled without saying a word.

Because as the truck drove into the industrial park, the answer had already appeared in front of everyone.

Tryndamere only felt a gust of hot wind blowing in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a .
Stoves several stories high.

Yes, this is a furnace for making iron.

It took Tryndamere a long time to check, before he recognized the colossal thing as an iron furnace.

Unlike the small furnaces of the furnace owners, it is completely a huge monster made of steel.

There is a special transmission channel responsible for transporting ore and coke from the blast furnace silo at the bottom to the top of this huge furnace, continuously feeding raw materials for this greedy behemoth.

Tons and tons of ore were submerged in the blazing fire of this huge furnace, and quickly melted into magma-like molten pig iron with the abundant oxygen blown from the hot blast furnace that was also several stories high.

An unimaginable amount of molten iron just flowed out from the bottom of this huge furnace.

They flowed continuously like a stream in the large torpedo-shaped molten iron tank, which was as big as a car, and were quickly carried by the molten iron truck to the steel mill.

"Is this the blast furnace?" Tryndamere murmured.

He was stupefied.

The huge furnace in front of him, the sky completely occupied by steel and molten fire, is just like the furnace town of the demigod Ornn in the ancient legends of the Freljord.

This should obviously be a god, a spectacle that can only be created by extraordinary powers.

Only a powerful transcendent can create such a large furnace and control this river of flames and molten iron.

However, the blast furnace that appeared in front of him.
"Is it a creation of magic?" Tryndamere asked in panic.

He didn't sense any magical fluctuations from above the stove.It's not magic.

"No." Lux also gave the same answer: "This is a creation of mortals."

"It is those ordinary scholars and craftsmen who created it with wisdom and labor."

"A mortal can create such a monster?!" Tryndamere couldn't believe it.

"Why not?" Lux smiled and looked towards the castle of the Crown Guard family in the distance.

That lofty and majestic castle was also man-made.

Mortal creativity has always been great.

"Right now, we're just making something more complex."

"." Tryndamere was silent for a while.

It's over.It's all over now.This is not magic!This is the power of mortals!

"Ash." He clenched his fists in despair: "The enemy this time is too powerful."