LOL: Summoner of Goddess Janna

Tryndamere spent the next few days in a temporary immigration camp on the border.

In the past few days, Tryndamere's counterattacks against the Demacians have also achieved great success.

On the first day, he successfully destroyed one barrel of enemy spirits, five baskets of black bread, and ten Za'an alchemy quick-cooked chickens.

The next day, he successfully destroyed one barrel of enemy spirits, three pots of mashed potatoes, and two pots of oatmeal and vegetable stew.

On the third day, he successfully eliminated the enemy with a bucket of medical alcohol mixed with water and two pots of oatmeal porridge.

On the fourth day, large pot meals in the canteen were canceled in the immigrant camp, and a material rationing system of food distribution per person was adopted.

On the fifth day, Tryndamere and his accompanying ice warriors were successfully selected into the first batch of blacksmith cooperative employees.

Comrade Laxana, the president of the German branch, pointed out at an internal working meeting that we should be wary of the evil habits of squandering and getting something for nothing that have emerged among the Freljord immigrants, and comprehensively promote the employment and labor participation of Freljord immigrants. The progress of the work will help the people of Freljord embark on the right path of self-reliance, self-reliance and self-reliance as soon as possible.

Comrade Laxana emphasized that wealth should be created by the hands of workers. Leaders help others but not lazy people, and they support people but not the breadwinner.

For the very small number of backward elements who are motivated by self-interested thoughts, waste public resources, poach collective corners, and take advantage of the public, we must give priority to assistance and transformation. We must truly help them to the point and correct them at the root, and help them cure their stubborn ideological diseases by encouraging labor practice. , towards common progress.

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Day seven, morning.

"Ashe's blood alliance." The Iceborn warriors gathered around Tryndamere: "Are we still going to stay?"

While gnawing on the fragrant breakfast bread, they asked worriedly: "The tens of thousands of immigrants we organized have now arrived one after another."

"But why can't these Demacians seem to have enough food?"

"Hold on, brothers!" Tryndamere looked serious: "The resources of the Demacians are definitely not unlimited."

He swallowed the chicken drumstick in his hand, then licked the corner of his mouth and said, "Look, they were so generous a few days ago and let us drink and eat as much as we want."

"What now? Even chicken drumsticks are limited to one per person per day."

Tryndamere chewed on the chicken bones soaked in spices and said with dissatisfaction.

"Uh..." The muscular men nodded.

But there was still a bright-minded Iceborn warrior who thought there was something wrong with this: "But they are still serving chicken legs!"

The people of Freljord eat meat every day, but this does not mean that meat is worthless on the ice sheet.

On the ice sheet, any food is precious.

Although the situation in Demacia is much better. But for ordinary people in Demacia, meat is also a rare and precious treasure.

But now, those Germans actually let a bunch of "beggars" from Freljord eat meat every day?

"This..." Tryndamere also knew that something was wrong.

He once tentatively asked the cadre at the immigration camp, but the cadre just explained casually that these chickens were alchemical chickens invented by Zuan and were much cheaper than traditional chickens.

Tryndamere doesn't understand what alchemical technology is.

He also didn't know what kind of scientific research results the Zuan group of perverted scientists who were engaged in human body modification research could produce that benefited people's livelihood after being forced by the leader to change careers and engage in "chicken body modification research."

He didn't even know where Zu An was. After all, a place this far away is beyond the scope of what a Freljordian needs to know.

Therefore, he could only answer vaguely according to the cadre's words: "This chicken seems to be some kind of alchemical... um... Hextech chicken? In short, it is just a cheap product similar to oats. So they gave it We don’t feel bad either.”

"Hextech?" The Iceborn warriors looked confused.

"What's this?"

"Probably...a special kind of magic, right?" Tryndamere replied guiltily.

"Oh, I see..." As soon as magic was mentioned, the Iceborn understood.

It makes sense that magic could make chickens grow faster, fatter, and become cheaper.

Then, someone unconsciously asked a question: "Doesn't that mean that ordinary people in Demacia can now eat cheap chicken every day?"

"This..." Tryndamere frowned.

He looked at the chicken bones in his hand, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

He felt instinctively that this was a big deal. But he couldn't tell for a while what a series of magnificent social changes and civilizational progress the emergence of this small poultry breeding technology was.

The world outside the ice sheet seems to have changed and become even stranger.

With the insight of a "primitive man", Tryndamere could only vaguely perceive this.

"Anyway..." He forced himself to suppress his uneasiness: "There must be an upper limit to Demacia's ability to bear. It is impossible to eat all the food."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have been frightened into changing to a material rationing system after only being fed by us for a few days."

Tryndamere's logic is quite logical. The Iceborn warriors nodded secretly.

And just then...

"Boom--" A group of steel monsters puffing out green alchemical smoke appeared at the gate of the camp with low roars.

"This is...a car?" Although Tryndamere was ignorant, he was not stupid either.

No matter how strange these trucks looked, he could always recognize the wheels.

There is a flat enough dirt road from Mithril City to the border camp, which was built by the Crownguard family in the past to facilitate the transportation of military supplies.

Now we can use trucks to transport food supplies to the immigrant camp.

So, in Tryndamere's desperate eyes...

"Howling hurricane!" Lux waved her RGB Hex Staff and slowly rose into the air from the bed of the truck.

The wind leaders present released their magic spells one after another, and worked together to summon a strong air flow.

Bags of almost countless grains soared into the air from the bed of the truck, then fell slowly like fallen leaves, finally landing in layers on the open space of the immigrant camp.

In just a moment, there was a mountain of rice, a mountain of noodles, and a mountain of meat on the campground.

Tryndamere touched his belly and simply calculated with his mind how long it would take to finish eating these things...

"Damn it!" Tryndamere's face darkened: "These Demacians are so kind and... vicious!"

With so much rice and flour, even more than 10,000 people would be able to eat for several months!

After they finish eating the rice and making noodles, who knows how many ice tribes will betray Ai Xi and come here to eat and drink for free.

"What should I do?" The Iceborn warriors all looked at Tryndamere with concern.

"...." Tryndamere was confused.

The plan to win without a fight that Ashe formulated seems to have been cracked by the Demacians' abundant material reserves.

In this case, the best way is to go to war directly and use war to force the Demacians to close their doors and give up accepting immigrants.

But is there really going to be a war?

If the war breaks out, he won't be able to eat such delicious bread.

"Ahem..." No, this is not a problem with the bread.

Tryndamere swallowed the last piece of bread in his mouth, and the image of Ashe soon appeared in his mind.

Ashe doesn't want war. A war with a powerful country like Demacia would greatly deplete the Avarosan Alliance's vitality.

What's more, they have been staying in this small border camp these days. They have never even been to Misilin City, and they still don't know enough about all aspects of the Misilin City defenders.

If they start a war now, they won't even be able to achieve the effect of internal and external cooperation.

"Wait a little longer." Tryndamere said: "We have to stay dormant for a while, at least, to get some information."

"And..." He looked at the three mountains in front of him again, Mi Mountain, Mian Mountain and Rou Mountain.

The Iceborn warriors looked over unconsciously. In fact, all the Freljordians present looked over.

no way.

These three mountains have an irresistible attraction to the Freljord people.

In the past, they could only dream of so many mountains of food.

And now, this dream has come true. It turns out that a "tribe" can really have enough food to pile up into a mountain, and it can be enjoyed by everyone without distinguishing between you and me.

"This, this must be the last supplies of the Demacians." Tryndamere gritted his teeth and said: "Even if they still have food reserves, they can't be so generous and use food to feed so many people!"

"As long as we persist, we will surely achieve final victory!"

Tryndamere showed the unremitting spirit of the ice people and vowed to fight the insidious and cunning Demacians to the end with a big mouth.

He didn't believe it. How long could these Demacians raise so many immigrants for nothing?

"But..." A flexible ice warrior questioned in a low voice: "Ashe's blood alliance. These Germans don't seem to intend to support us in vain."

"Didn't they say the day before yesterday that they wanted us to work as blacksmiths?"

The various instruments crafted by Demacia's blacksmiths are much more valuable than food.

"If the equipment we build for the Germans is worth more than the food they give us, then aren't we letting them take advantage?"

The Iceborn warriors understood the theory of surplus value without any knowledge, and then looked at Tryndamere worriedly.

They agreed to defeat the Demacians.

But Demacians are using them to make money, so can they still defeat them?

If employees receive a basic salary, can they bring down a company that is always profitable?

"That's why you don't understand." Tryndamere smiled knowingly.

"Blacksmiths can make money in Demacia. But Demacians themselves have many blacksmiths. How many more blacksmiths can they recruit?"

"We have more than 10,000 people here. Can Demacia recruit more than 10,000 blacksmiths at once? Why do they need so many blacksmiths? Do so many people need iron? Even if everyone needs it, there are so many people. Can you afford it?"

Tryndamere also understood the supply and demand relationship in the market without any teacher, and concluded that it was impossible for the Demacians to let more than 10,000 people work as blacksmiths.

Why don't we let them do a high value-added technical profession like blacksmithing?

Go farming, grazing, mining, building roads and bridges?

Demacians can't do these things themselves?

You must know that what Demacia lacks most is people, not food.

Due to the high level of land annexation and the tremendous pressure brought about by successive wars, it was difficult for the poor farmers in Germany to fill their stomachs.

Now if they exchange their precious food reserves for redundant and low-end manpower, are they really not losing money?

"This...Ashe's blood alliance, you are right!" The Iceborn warriors couldn't help but admire Tryndamere's wisdom.

The giant of Demacia seems powerful, but it is just like the mammoth on the ice sheet, just a huge and bloated prey.

They opened a hole and cut the flesh hard, not afraid of hurting it.

"But..." Some people still murmured and questioned: "What if these Demacians really let more than 10,000 of us work as blacksmiths to help them make money?"

"After all, if you think about it..."

Demacia has tens of millions of people, who doesn’t need a kitchen knife or an iron pot?

The entire Kingdom of Demacia seems to be able to fully absorb the production capacity of more than 10,000 blacksmiths.

"Fool!" said Tryndamere. "I know all men need iron."

"But didn't I also say that just because they need it doesn't mean they can afford it - we Freljordians still want to eat bread every day, but can we afford it?"

"Don't forget, iron itself is very expensive!"

As he said, although iron tools have long been popular among the people of Demacia, they are definitely not cheap commodities that poor people can buy if they want.

Moreover, even if there were so many people who could afford iron, this blue ocean of the market should have been occupied by Demacia's blacksmiths long ago.

How could there suddenly be such a large market demand for more than 10,000 Freljord furnace owners to digest?

"There are only two possibilities!" Tryndamere deduced: "One, Demacians suddenly became rich."

"Two, iron suddenly became worthless, and iron became affordable for everyone."

"Do you think this is possible?"

"Haha..." Tryndamere's question elicited a burst of relieved laughter.

Yes, this is simply impossible.

Money will not suddenly fall from the sky, nor will iron suddenly gush out of the ground.

They all know mining, metallurgy and forging. They know how much work it takes to turn a piece of ore into iron, then refine the iron into steel, and make the steel into usable tools and equipment.

The cost of each link cannot be suddenly reduced.

"But..." Someone picked up the chicken bones in their hands and asked thoughtfully: "Didn't these Demacians use that magic called 'Hex Technology' to turn chicken into Is it cheaper?"

"Ashe's Blood Pact, tell me, will this magic also have an effect on iron?"

"This..." Tryndamere's expression froze.

He instinctively wanted to deny this speculation. But this terrible thought lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

Yes, Demacians are not stupid either.

Are they really trying to achieve strategic goals and waste materials in vain?

Could they... really have this magic that can change everything?

Tryndamere didn't dare to think about it anymore.

And just then...

"Boom -" Another truck spewed thick alchemical smoke and roared to the camp gate.

"Everyone, let's unload the goods!" Lux and others repeated their old tricks, summoning strong winds to unload the goods.

Then, under Tryndamere's shocked eyes, another big mountain appeared in the open space.

This mountain is not Mishan or Mianshan, but...

"Iron Mountain?" Tryndamere opened his mouth in surprise.

Yes, this is a mountain of steel plates and iron sheets!

"What, what is this?" He grabbed a passing camp official in disbelief.

"Prefabricated iron panels." The cadre replied casually: "There are more and more people in the camp. We can't let you live in the sheepskin tents you brought, right?"

"So we plan to build a semi-permanent immigration camp on the border to give you a temporary shelter and make it easier for more Freljord immigrants to settle here in the future."

"What?" Tryndamere was completely confused.

Do you still plan to build houses for immigrants and attract more immigrants to Freljord?

And, most importantly:

"You use iron to build a house?" Looking at the neatly stacked mountain of iron in front of him, Tryndamere's worldview completely collapsed.

"Haha." The cadre just laughed and said: "The iron we have here is not worth much."

"It's just right for building houses, and it can also absorb excess production capacity."