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For ordinary people, this level of Dragon Madness Factor would increase vitality and impulses, but it was easy to control. For example, although Galen participated in the hunt at Fane's invitation, if Galen wanted to, it would not be difficult to suppress this impulse.

Well, this is a biological ability and has nothing to do with magic, so the magic-forbidden stone armor is just for decoration.

But for Lux, who had no warrior training, the situation was different... primarily because she couldn't muster the willpower of a warrior to counteract the urges within her. Especially in times of crisis, she might even instinctively step forward and fall into a trap. And in a time of intense emotional volatility, the presence of someone else would almost inevitably lead to a drawbridge effect.

Although Faan had shut down the metabolism of the Mad Dragon Factor, Lux herself was not significantly affected. This was because her thoughts and feelings during this process were all generated and recorded through her own subjective will based on her own emotional fluctuations.

Simply put, Fain did not violate the woman's will.

Thinking about it, Fain also withdrew his hand, and then said: "When something like this happens, let's calm down first."

As he said this, Faan also glanced at the tribal war priests below who were still besieging the trolls and had gained the upper hand through their numerical advantage.

After confirming that everyone was alright, Faan said loudly, "I'll leave this troll to you... If you're scared, you can ask me for help."

"..."

The warriors glanced at Faan, then returned to the battle without a word, which resulted in Faan's response being silence.

But Fane didn't care, because he knew that these guys already knew their own strengths and weaknesses.

It was at this time that Garen, who was standing by, understood why Fane was hunting this time.

With a hint of surprise in his eyes, Garen asked tentatively, "Are you trying to... prove your strength to them?"

"That's about right. It saves them from always trying to compete with me for my wife."

Faan said calmly, "A War Mother can have multiple blood allies, but my wives, as Supreme War Mothers of the Freljord Empire, can only have one blood allie...or husband. Otherwise, other tribes would try to strengthen their own tribes by becoming the Supreme War Mother's blood allies, forcibly creating different tribal hierarchies within the empire. Well, that still exists, but it's manageable."

For example, the Avarosa and Winter's Claw tribes, which gave birth to the reincarnations of the three sisters. Although it is not explicitly stated, the fact is that these two tribes, which gave birth to the reincarnations of the three sisters, will in fact become the Brahmin tribes of the Freljord Empire.

But this was manageable. Because Faan knew Ashe, she would grieve for the sorrow of others, and feel pain at their suffering. Ashe possessed this rare quality and noble spirit. She would never allow her tribe to oppress the weaker tribes in the empire.

Lissandra's Frostguard either has no soul, or the soul is in Lissandra's hands. She has no power to bully them.

There is one person who definitely won’t care if his matriarchal tribe oppresses other tribes, but it doesn’t matter, Ashe will take action.

If that person dared to be dissatisfied with Ash's decision, Faan would also gag her all over her body and slap her hard to let her know her mistake.

This is how Dick governs.

I don't know what Faan is thinking, but before coming here, I already knew something about the tribal system of the Freljord. Now, after hearing Faan's talk about the "War Mother", "Blood Alliance", and "War Festival", Garen said with some emotion:

"This method of controlling subordinates... is truly extremely wild."

Although many people say that there is no freedom in Demacia, nobles can use magic but commoners will die if they do, in fact, Demacia is a medieval utopia that is closest to an ideal country.

Demacia adheres to meritocracy and emphasizes the spirit of nobility. Blessed by the righteous Aesir, the nobles of Demacia are generally brave and skilled in battle, viewing duty and sacrifice as their honor. While there are many traditionally evil feudal lords, including Garen's parents, Jarvan II, and a large number of nobles who appear only in the background story, the vast majority of them die on the front lines of war or while protecting civilians from evacuation.

In this magical worldview, a powerful individual and origin can indeed greatly influence the concepts and customs of a region. For example, Mordekaiser, the iron man who shaped Noxus, still pursues war and expansion even after disappearing from the material world for thousands of years.

For Garen, in his mind, commanding subordinates means sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, training together, resting together, fighting together, going through life and death together, and chatting and gossiping together.

Instead of being like Fan, who showed his power in a straightforward way and used his power to force them to submit and believe.

"You may think I'm a bit too rough? No, Garen, I want to tell you, this is the Freljord, where strength and glorious death are respected."

Glancing at Garen, who had a complicated expression on his face, Faan seemed unconcerned. Meanwhile, Lux was clearly in a bad state, especially when she heard Faan mention "my wives." Her mood visibly dropped.

Yes, Mr. Faan is the tribe's warmaster, and those three warmothers are all Mr. Faan's wives...

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Chapter 117 The life of a furnace-house warrior.

Demacia is made up of a group of refugees, and the country's laws are mostly relatively relaxed. Even if the law is violated, the chief judge can reduce the sentence at his discretion based on the facts.

Basically, apart from the crime of "demon contamination," all other sentencing matters are negotiable. The goal isn't to punish for its own sake, but to encourage repentance and enlightenment.

It could be said that Demacia embodies the best possible medieval society imaginable. People help each other, and no one steals on the street. Talented individuals, even those born in poverty, can rise to nobility through their own hard work.

Take, for example, Demacia's "Aotian Sisilia" in Lor. She progressed from a one-cost card, "Cloud Sisilia," to a three-cost card, "Vanguard Squire," to a six-cost card, "Valiant Warrior Sisilia," and finally, the ultimate Demacia card, "Cloud Lady Sisilia," a ten-cost card. From a humble villager in the clouds to commanding Demacia's most elite troops, the "Dragonbirds," her rank leap was even faster than Riven's next door...

In this country, born from the ideals of the feudal Middle Ages, while there were no restrictions on marriage and funerals for the nobility, the vast majority adhered to the Illuminati's principles and strictly enforced monogamy. This included Jarvan III, who, even after his queen's death, showed no interest in marrying another. Instead, he devoted himself to the training of Jarvan IV, raising him in obscurity in the military—much like Garen.

It was also because of this that after remembering that Faan already had three wives, Lux felt her chest becoming increasingly heavy, as if a huge stone was pressing on it.

More importantly, Lux couldn't even think of competing...

Lux clearly remembered the three Ice Sisters, sitting atop the Snow Mammoth's broad back yesterday, worshipped like gods by the tribes. Even thinking about it now, Lux couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The three Ice Sisters, adored by the entire glacier, one noble and dignified, the other aloof and mysterious. Aside from one who seemed cheerful and outgoing, uninhibited, and generous and carefree, the other two were incomparable.

Thinking about this, Lux couldn't help but ask: "Um...Mr. Fain."

"Ok?"

Faun wondered.

Lux's expression was somewhat complicated as she asked, "Do you love your wives very much?"

Fann nodded quickly and answered without hesitation: "Of course, how could I not love them?"

Faan's unhesitating answer made Lux's gaze dim even further, and her bright blue eyes seemed to be covered with a veil. "Then why do you love them so much and fight for them?"

"You should tell me why I shouldn't fight for them."

Faan said calmly, "Although I don't consider myself a good person, I still admire those who have lofty ideals. And there is no doubt that whether it is Ashe, Lissandra, or even Sejuani, they all have great and noble ideals. Of course, their beauty is also an important reason~"

Hearing this, Garen shook his head helplessly and said, "If you hadn't said that last sentence, people would definitely admire you even more."

"Haha! What's wrong with liking beautiful girls? Being loyal to your desires and treating them correctly is what a man should do!"

Fine seemed quite at ease—he wasn't about to claim to be morally superior. Rather, his moral compass was always flexible.

In response to this, Lux, who was standing by, was silent for a moment before looking at Faan and asking doubtfully, "Then... Mr. Faan."

"Ok?"

"Why do you think Miss Ash and the others have great and noble ideals?"

As she spoke, Lux stared at Faan, but after a moment, she realized what she had said. Her face flushed red, and she quickly defended herself, "I, I didn't mean that. I'm just, I'm curious why Mr. Faan likes them so... so... much..."

She was a little panicked at first, but facing Faan's peaceful eyes, Lux slowly regained her composure. Then, under Faan's gaze, she took a deep breath, and after adjusting her mood, she calmed down and said:

"I don't dislike Miss Ash and the others at all, but I'm a little curious. What qualities do they have that make you, Faan, like them so much?"

Hearing this, Fane nodded in understanding. Glancing at Galen beside him, seeing the same curiosity in his eyes, Fane thought for a moment and then said:

"Think about it, you're a Freljord warrior, not an Iceborn, just an ordinary Hearthborn warrior."

"You began fighting for the tribe at the age of ten. By the age of twenty, you had become the tribe's pride, the strongest warrior. You were the first to enjoy the best food and the best wine in the tribe. Countless children adored and worshipped you, and you generously gave your leftovers to the helpless elders."

“But when you reach 30, your physical functions start to decline, your reactions slow down, and people tell you you’re old and need to give way to younger people. Children no longer admire you.

At thirty-three, you refuse to accept your age and still aspire to become the leader of the warriors. But the younger warriors easily defeat the aging you, leaving you resigned to a shadowy position, quietly watching the younger warriors enjoy the finest food and drinks while you quietly ate lesser fare. Alone, as the warriors your age are wounded, disabled, or dead.

When you were thirty-five, the hidden injuries in your body broke out completely. Due to carelessness, you broke one of your hands and lost your ability to fight. You could only eat the leftovers of the warriors in the tribe. You understood that this was because the tribe had to maintain the fighting power of these strong men.

By the age of thirty-eight, you've been starved of food and clothing, and the freezing temperatures have sapped your strength and energy. Unable to farm or hunt, your tribal leader still remembers your contributions, but your first comrades have all met their glorious deaths in battle, and the new warriors in the tribe no longer remember you. You're neither respected nor admired, even despised and humiliated... At this point, when the War Mother once again raises her plundering cry, will you choose to rise and respond?

Faan looked at Garen and Lux ​​calmly:

"Will you raise your sword amidst the disdainful gazes of the young warriors, and then rush towards death without hesitation, rushing towards the most glorious death in battle that should have come at the age of thirty?"

118

Chapter 118 There’s a fourth one?!

Facing Fain's gaze and questioning, Lux remained silent. Or rather, she didn't know what to say.

Because this kind of life was far beyond Lux's imagination. Perhaps in Lux's eyes, the most pitiful fate of people was to have only dry bread to eat, with no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to eat, and only begging on the streets...

Or the local lord is an evil man, and his adoptive parents are also very bad. They make him clean and sort out supplies, and he can only sleep in a small woodshed... At least, in the Demacia aristocratic novels, most of the protagonists are like this at the beginning.

But what Fane said now made Lux feel genuinely desperate.

Are the young warriors bad guys? No, they are just the old warriors' former selves. Is the tribe's war mother a bad guy? No, because she still remembers the past and continues to support the old warriors who are no longer able to fight. Is it because the old warrior himself is not up to the task? No, he has been fighting all his life, never slacking off, refusing to admit old age or defeat...

Lux felt confused.

As a warrior, Garen's expression was even more complicated.

Thinking about it, Garen replied: "This kind of thing will never happen in Demacia."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

After hearing Garen's words, Fane was speechless: "What's the environment like in Demacia? What's the environment like in Freljord?"

Although Demacia's territory is small, its geographical advantages are so unique that they are outrageous.

It appears to be surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces the sea on one side. However, a closer look reveals that it has more than just geographical advantages, as the other side of the mountains on either side is permafrost that never melts year-round, and the other side is dense coastal forest.

While the mountains east of Demacia weren't completely sealed off, leaving passages through the plains, suggesting a possible assault across the plains, there were actually only three routes to Demacia. This was because two fortress-like peaks stood in the gaps. These two peaks transformed the vast gap into three narrow passages.

Two of these three routes were of a defensive level, requiring only a single outpost to block the entire passage and monitor the details of all intruders' armies from top to bottom. The other was separated by a large river, making it difficult to cross by force.

Combined with the elite military policy pursued by Demacia, only a hundred or so fearless vanguards, combined with tens of thousands of defenders taking turns to hold the line, can directly keep a million-strong army out.

There was no shortage of food, for apart from the mountains on three sides, the rest of Demacia was entirely fertile plains. Even the coastal areas behind the capital were natural military ports.

It was like a gourd, with a narrow entrance and a vast interior. No matter how many warships you had, you could only enter one by one. Once you entered, you'd see dozens of warships already lined up inside, coordinating with the land artillery on both sides to launch a barrage of fire.

In terms of terrain, Demacia was like a magnified Diaoyu Fortress, with its defenses fully maximized. Furthermore, it possessed the only aerial force in Runeterra, the Dragonbird Riders, capable of launching raids and rescue operations from multiple angles.

Even to the east of Demacia, three large plains, separated by mountains and comparable in size to Demacia proper, are all Demacia's allies, respecting Demacia and sharing resources. Including these three plains, Demacia's sphere of influence reaches four-fifths of the Freljord. And its grain production surpasses them by dozens, even hundreds, of times.

"You think I'm going to tell you which villain forced the warriors of this land to worship death? No, I'm talking about this land itself."

"It's this land itself that leaves its warriors with no choice but to worship death," Faan said. "And Ashe wants to put an end to all that. She wants people to be able to choose to live with dignity, rather than just die gloriously in battle or live in shame."

Faan pointed at himself and said, "Although I don't consider myself a good person, I still respect Ashley's ideals and her determination to put them into practice. So every day I do my best to help her greet each new day with a spirited attitude."

As he spoke, Fain patted his chest, obviously very satisfied with his work.

But it is obvious that both Garen and Lux ​​treated it as giving Ashe a massage or something like that?

Indeed, after all, I did rub it a lot...

Listening to Fahn's story, Galen nodded, then said with some emotion: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fahn, I once thought that you were too indulgent in your feelings. But now it seems that I was wrong."

"Uh...how do you say that?"

Faun scratched his head.

Seeing this, Garen said, "If the goal is to free this land from this tragic cycle, then the ideologies of the three War Mothers will inevitably become a source of disagreement. In this situation, bridging these differences through political marriage and blood ties is indeed an excellent option."

"Ah? Ah! Yes, that's right! I did this for these reasons as well!"

Fane nodded quickly. One could only say that he was indeed an 'advanced person' who came from the feudal society. He could see at a glance the great sacrifices Fane had made for these primitive tribes.

Political marriage was an essential part of medieval nobility.

Seeing this, just when Garen was about to say something, a cry of surprise came from the side.

Turning around, he saw that the only remaining troll was going crazy and constantly attacking the defense line formed by the war priests.

As a warrior who had once participated in the hunt, Garen immediately became nervous and said with his sword in hand: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fain! I was also in the battle just now. If my absence causes the war priests' hunt to fail, I will have an unshirkable responsibility!"

"Okay, got it. Go play... no, go fight! For the glory of a warrior!"

Faan said to his brother-in-law with understanding: "I will take care of Lux here. No one can hurt her in front of me."

"Okay! Thank you!"

Hearing this, Garen nodded in gratitude, then picked up his sword and rushed towards the troll again.

When Garen successfully connected and rejoined the team, Lux looked at Faan suspiciously, and after a moment's hesitation, she said:

"Mr. Fain, you really married the other two War Mothers because of a political marriage..."

"of course not."

Fain shook his head calmly and said:

"Don't listen to your brother. It's as if the only way for nobles to resolve internal conflicts is through political marriage. My love for Ashe, Sejuani, Lissandra, and Allura is pure love!"

"There's a fourth one?!"

119

Chapter 119: Enlightenment.