N-A-A Chapter 330
Chapter 330
Ashe, wearing a snow-white robe, stood tall on the highest point of the Holy City of Avarosa - the Ice Dome.
This legendary building soars into the sky, and its nearly 100-meter height is breathtaking.
Even modern Freljordians find it hard to imagine how the Volrigard people of the past built such a magnificent building.
Once upon a time, Freljord was called Volrigard, but that was a distant and mysterious history.
Standing here and looking down, Ashe can see many places in the Holy City of Avarosa.
People seem so small on the ground, like insignificant dust.
Ashe stared quietly into the distance, following the caravan led by Jincheng, who were slowly moving towards the north gate of the entire city.
Gradually, the caravan went farther and farther away, and finally turned into a black dot smaller than an ant, but she still did not look away, silently watching and reminiscing~
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Night fell quietly, but under this dark night, it was not dead silent.
On the only way between the Avarosa sphere of influence and the Winter Claw sphere of influence, there was some movement...
In the dark night, miserable and embarrassed cries for mercy resounded through the sky, as if hungry wolves were howling desperately in the cold wind.
"Oh my God! We know we were wrong, and we won't do it again!"
"Wuwuwu... Please have mercy! We haven't had a bite of food for more than ten days!"
"If this continues, we will really starve to death!"
A large group of ragged and haggard Freljord people fell on the freezing snow, their hands and feet were tightly bound by cold and hard ice shackles, unable to move at all.
These once proud and proud Freljord "warriors" now kneeled on the ground and begged without dignity.
However, this was not because of the coercion of the powerful man who possessed extraordinary military power and called himself God.
You know, each of them is a warrior who walked out of the ice and snow. Even if they are threatened with death, even if they are hit by swords, they will never easily surrender and beg for mercy.
They are all upright men, and none of them is a coward.
What really made these stubborn people bow their heads was that the mysterious person could easily take out an endless supply of food.
And threw it to those people who were crying and telling about their miserable experiences with a nonchalant attitude.
The gracefulness and self-confidence revealed in his gestures made everyone feel very impressed.
Is this the attitude of a god?
The ability to conjure food out of thin air, is this the ability of a god?
So, these people who have been hungry for a long time and have been hungry for a long time believed what Jincheng said so easily and recognized the identity of a god.
So those burly men with beards fell to the ground and cried like babies.
"That's enough! Don't you understand? You just rob all day long!
You are just a bunch of ignorant bandits!
You are burning, killing and looting everywhere. If the future of Freljord is in your hands, this land will be destroyed!
How dare you come and rob me! I warn you solemnly, if you can't survive because of hunger, go to other tribes!
Whether it is the Winter Claw tribe or the Avarosa tribe, they will not let you starve to death, right?
It's not shameful to go to them! Do you know that you can survive?"
Jincheng was extremely angry! Along the way, there were actually some desperate people who rushed to his caravan desperately, trying to rob food.
He was not angry about this, but that these guys would not go to stronger people if they couldn't survive?
No matter how many attackers there were, Jincheng successfully resisted their attacks.
If it were Jin Cheng in the past, facing these greedy and desperate people, he would definitely kill them all without mercy.
After all, he has never been a soft-hearted person.
But now, the reason why Jin Cheng can have such a strong power in Freljord is indeed due to the gift of Mother Earth;
And the other part is completely dependent on these poor little guys in front of him!
They are all Jin Cheng's property!
When Jin Cheng confirmed that some people were too hungry to survive, he couldn't help but feel helpless.
He stretched out his arm helplessly, gently grabbed the void, and instantly took out a pile of fresh sweet potatoes and potatoes from the void.
And threw them into the big pot next to him that was still steaming.
"Ahhh! MiracleAh! This is simply a miracle! "
"Oh my God! Thank Ornn for blessing... The gods finally showed up! "
"Woo woo woo! We are saved~ We finally have a way to survive."
Every move of Jincheng would trigger the people who came to steal food to let out wails and cheers full of respect.
Even the members of the caravan were stunned at this moment, with unbelievable expressions on their faces.
Some people in the crowd even began to fear the means used by Jincheng:
"Is this some kind of magical magic? Is the lord infected by the devil? No way, we are Demacia..."
"Pah!"
A roar came, and everyone looked sideways, only to see a merchant in gorgeous clothes and full of anger cursing at another person:
"Antonia? What are you barking about? You, a guy from Demacia, are not as knowledgeable as these Freljord people? It's ridiculous!"
He pointed forward and shouted excitedly:
"Look, is this ordinary magic? Wrong! Absolutely wrong!
This is the artifact that the Laurent family possessed after being blessed by the gods! It contains endless power and glory!"
Hearing this, the smarter merchants in Demacia around him also became agitated, and someone echoed:
"That's right, this lord is gifted and deeply loved by the gods, so he can gain such magical power! "
For a moment, the atmosphere on the scene became harmonious.
And those merchants who shouted "Gift of the Lady of the Veil" and "Gift of the Winged Guardian" seemed particularly excited and shouted.
Whoever can make them money is a god, even merchants.
At the same time, in this cold land, there were several merchants with pale faces and beads of sweat on their foreheads.
While they secretly observed Jincheng, they joined the shouting with trembling lips.
When Jincheng's eyes swept over them, these people immediately raised their voices and shouted louder praises for the Viscount.
However, Jincheng was very calm about all this.
He didn't even look at those merchants, and seemed to not care about their opinions at all.
Then, he slowly retracted his gaze and sighed in his heart:
Since becoming Demacia's After becoming a noble, life is becoming more and more abstract.
Especially in these remote areas, there is no need to speak, and a group of flattering lackeys will naturally emerge around you.
They can always make up all kinds of gorgeous words to cover up their own demons.
Even those suspected treasonous relationships with Freljord have become a symbol of friendship under the praises of merchants.
As for those who are ready to taint food, their quality is not favored by Jincheng, so Jincheng let them go to those big tribes, and the most important thing is to survive.
Jincheng is not prepared to spend energy to take them back to the North Sea Forest. This is not cost-effective.
After all, the caravan is heading towards the Winter Claw tribe.
It is only a matter of time to meet the patrol and hunting team sent by the Winter Claw tribe.
After walking north for another six days, the small-scale team of the Winter Claw tribe ran into the caravan of Jincheng.