Another month passed unknowingly.

It was another evening in the canteen of Miyin City Industrial Zone.

Tryndamere came here to dine with the Iceborn warriors after get off work, just like usual.

But compared to a month ago, there are far fewer Iceborn warriors following him now.

From a tribe of nearly a hundred people at the beginning, to a small circle of more than a dozen people, and now, only a few core members are still united around him.

"Is everything okay?" Seeing that there were a few fewer people today, Tryndamere asked as usual.

"Yes. A new movie theater opened in Mithril City, and they all rushed to see it." The Iceborn warriors replied calmly.

"Oh." Tryndamere nodded.

He sat down naturally: "It just so happens that there is no training tonight. After dinner, we will also go to the cinema to watch it."

"Okay." The Iceborn warriors nodded in agreement naturally.

They and Tryndamere seemed to have become ordinary workers, rather than warriors and leaders of the tribe.

It had only been just over a month, and life on the ice sheet seemed like a long time ago. They had become accustomed to the peaceful life of nine to five, and to the nights with electric lights.

The days seem to go on peacefully and beautifully forever.

but...

"Tryndamere." An Iceborn suddenly hesitated and looked up at him: "I received a spell transmission from my hometown."

The air suddenly became stagnant. Including Tryndamere, the expressions of everyone present became subtle.

Tryndamere no longer even thought about eating.

He put down the chicken legs and looked at the Iceman with complicated emotions.

This iceborn mage was originally the tribal shaman of Avarosa and a close confidant of Ashe.

But now, this shaman is wearing a perfect blue overalls. Not only is he wearing an exquisite mechanical watch on his wrist, but he also has a beautiful gold-embroidered pen stuck in his chest.

He no longer looks like an ice shaman.

And his absolute loyalty to War Mother Ai Xi also...

"Tryndamere, it's time for us to make a choice." The shaman said in a subtle tone: "The news that Mithril City is accepting unlimited immigrants has gradually spread across the ice sheet."

"The loyalty of various tribes to Avarosa is rapidly wavering, and everyone is yearning for the legendary warm and humid land in the south. If this continues, the Avarosa Alliance will soon fall apart."

"So War Mother Ai Xi hopes that we will give her a reply as soon as possible - whether to fight or not to fight?"

These are the two options given by Ash, but...

The Iceborn warriors looked at each other in silence, and then all looked at Tryndamere.

Everyone knows that they actually have a third option. However, several people here are die-hard followers of the Avarosa tribe and loyal followers of Ashe, so it is difficult for them to make that decision.

So they all said: "Tryndamere, we listen to you."

"I..." Tryndamere's voice was hard.

Why doesn't he know what everyone wants?

But Ai Xi is his sibling after all. How could he betray her?

"Put it off a little longer." In the end, Tryndamere could only reply helplessly: "Let's just say... Mithril City's food supply is already very tight, and sooner or later these Germans will be unable to consume any more."

In the past month, he and these Iceborn warriors have been using this reason to deal with Ashe in a tacit understanding.

When his wife "called" him and asked him what he had been doing on his business trip, he said that he had been carefully lurking to inquire about military intelligence.

Until now...

"We can't delay it any longer." The Iceborn looked at each other and their eyes became firm.

They said to Tryndamere: "If this continues, the Avarosan Alliance may be brought down."

The shaman silently added: "It's true, Tryndamere. The situation back home is worse than we imagined."

"In order to curb the wave of defections from various tribes, War Mother Ai Xi is actually already preparing for war."

"The warriors of the tribe are heading south and will reach the border in half a month at most. They are all waiting for our news. Should we fight or not?"

This is actually no longer asking for their opinions.

The Avarosa Alliance has been forced into a desperate situation. It may suffer losses if it starts a war, but it will definitely collapse and disintegrate if it does not start a war.

And the sooner the war starts, the better. In the evening, I don’t know how many tribes will defect.

So Ashe is actually asking them, are they ready to lead the army?

"..." Tryndamere remained silent.

"Tryndamere, please give me the order." Everyone looked at him eagerly.

"But..." Tryndamere clenched his fists tightly.

Everyone understands his dilemma. As the queen's confidants who have been favored by Ashe, they also have the same concerns.

"But we are doing this for Avarosa's good." There was no guilt in their eyes: "Tryndamere, we have been attending cultural and ideological classes here for a month."

"Don't you already understand that only the Wind Leader can save the Freljord?"

Yes. Tryndamere lowered his head.

After a month of study and understanding, he now understands that Freljord cannot rely on its own strength to get rid of the resource dilemma and enter the beautiful life of industrialization.

It must rely on external force, and this external force can only be the leader.

Because the leaders are a group of noble, selfless, religious people who are free from vulgar tastes.

They will not be like those profit-seeking entrepreneurs who use the technological barriers they have established to raise the price of talents and equipment to the limit, and use extremely high industrialization costs and a series of unequal trade terms to drain the blood of backward areas bit by bit.

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The leader will only regard the Freljordians as one of their own, as class brothers in need of help.

They can hold on to the "invisible hand" and use low-cost subsidies or even free assistance to deliver a large amount of talent and equipment to Freljord.

In this way, Freljord can complete the primitive accumulation of industrial seed benzene at the lowest cost and the lowest price.

"This is a great opportunity that has never been seen in ten thousand years." The Ice Descendants said excitedly.

Tens of billions of subsidies to Jiaduoduo only happen once in ten thousand years.

It can be said that it is a once-in-a-lifetime good fortune for a small, backward country to encounter the rise of a leader at this time.

"We can't miss it, Tryndamere." The Iceborn looked at Tryndamere with increasingly dangerous looks.

"Isn't Warmother Ashe's ideal bringing harmony and peace to the Freljord?"

"We are now taking refuge in the leader, and we are also helping her fulfill her wish."

This is what the Iceborn warriors convinced themselves.

Tryndamere actually agrees with this statement. He also believes that the development of Freljord needs the support of the Wind Leader.

But...

"What about Ashe?" Tryndamere asked himself in his mind.

Ashe is the war mother of Avarosa and the queen of the ice people. She is no one's vassal.

Based on his understanding of Ai Xi, she would never be willing to become someone else's vassal.

If the leader comes, what will Ashe do?

"No, no!" Tryndamere realized one thing:

The arrival of the Wind Leader may be a good thing for the Freljord, but it may not be a good thing for Ashe as the ruler.

This question was too difficult. It was difficult for him to make a choice.

"Don't hesitate, Tryndamere." But the Iceborn's eyes were ready to move: "Didn't you see? We are the only ones who are still sitting here."

"If this continues, even if we don't surrender, others will report us sooner or later."

"..." Tryndamere also knew the seriousness of the problem. But he still couldn't make a choice.

Ai Xi is his sibling and relative. His yearning for a better life is not enough to make him betray Ai Xi.

He also needs something purer to support him in doing so.

Maybe that's...faith?

"Janna." Tryndamere took out the "Brief Thoughts of Janna" that he had turned out of his arms.

After a month of study, he has understood the content of this book.

He has already met the prerequisites for becoming a leader.

Therefore, he decided to let Goddess Janna make this decision for him: "Goddess Janna, if I am already your believer, then please lower your divine power and show my thread of faith."

Tryndamere prayed so devoutly in his heart, but...

The thread of faith did not appear.
To be continued...