Vol 8 Chapter 190: leaflet

The fight with the Joker needs no further elaboration.

In short, even the clown who was placed in the king's tier by Ke Wen, his strength has been sealed!

Cowen restricted and weakened the various skills of the clown as in the game.

For example, the clown can no longer be infinitely cloned.

In short, the clown whose strength has fallen into the demon category is no longer so invincible!

But even so, the clown still made everyone except Jinx suffer!

Aside from the overly mobile Jinx, even Vi can sometimes go wrong fighting under the Joker's mind-disturbing and scare box.

Although Vi wins more and loses less, she can't maintain a complete victory like Jinx.

This made Jinx very proud for a period of time, and he often used his record to tease other people.

Time passed without knowing it.

Except for someone as idle as Kewen, everyone else basically has something to do, so few people can notice the passage of time.

This situation continued until the last game of the gladiatorial event.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that this year's gladiatorial competition has come to an end!

Audiences from all over the world are very excited!

Everyone in Shuangcheng smiled happily.

Because in the whole event, except for the clown's accident, the whole process can be described as perfect!

Shuangcheng has gained the reputation and influence he wanted, and it is enough for Shuangcheng to take a step on the world stage!

In this atmosphere, the final match between Jinx and Xin Zhao is finally over!

According to statistics, Jinx won the championship of the first gladiatorial competition with a record of 100% victory!

The little girl was so happy that her tail went up to the sky.

Everyone congratulated, and even Wei didn't have any ambiguity.

After all, Jinx's championship can be regarded as a re-establishment of the reputation of the Twin Cities and the gladiatorial competition.

next.

Just when audiences from all over the world were reluctant to part with Shuangcheng, Midarda suddenly held a press conference.

She announced that the next tournament will be held in two months.

At the same time, Midarda also announced the changed rules of the game, and invited heroes from all over the world to come here!

This announcement was quickly spread to the whole world!

Whether it's the icy Freljord or the sandy Shurima, no matter how hidden the place is, they all received detailed leaflets for the next competition!

Freljord, tribe of Avarosa.

As the warmother of the tribe, Ashe, who was still dressed coolly in the ice and snow, was looking at the flyer.

There is a strong man sitting on the felt not far from her!

The strong man wears horns on his head, his upper body is naked, and his lower body is surrounded by a set of metal skirt armor.

Seeing Ashe's embroidered eyebrows slightly frowned, the brawny man said in a deep voice, "What's the matter, Battle Mother? Is the information from which tribe you have in your hand?"

"No."

A cold voice sounded.

Ashe flicked her hand and shot the flyer into the strong man's hand.

"Tryndamere," she said, "I'm just wondering if what's written on it is true."

"Let me consider."

Tryndamere glanced quickly at the leaflets.

He quickly read it, and said with a sneer: "The people in the Nuanyang area are still so gaudy! Duel match? Can the people here be fed?!"

"Look at the prize."

Ashe continued in a low voice: "The bonus is very high, and you can also customize weapons."

"Do you want to customize weapons?"

Tryndamere glanced at the Zhang Gong placed next to Ashe, and continued to say in a contemptuous tone: "Can weapons from the outside world compare to the divine weapon in your hand?"

"Weapons don't matter."

Ashe gently stroked the bow: "Gold coins are the most important thing. As long as you have those gold coins, the tribe can go to other places to buy food and various daily necessities through the 'Hexagate'."

"War Mother." Tryndamere shook the leaflet in his hand: "Do you really believe the nonsense on it? People in the Nuanyang area are all like this. They are full of lies and embellishments."

"Moreover!"

Tryndamere became serious: "Although the Hexflying Gate is amazing, there is still that tribe of stinky trolls between our tribe and the flying gate! Do you want to start a war with them?"

Tryndamere threw away the flyer, and he asked solemnly: "Just because of the unknown truth and falsehood, you want to disregard the life and death of your clansmen?!"

Listening to Tryndamere's increasingly tough tone, Ashe still said calmly, "Even if we don't fight the trolls, Zhuang Seini's side should not be stable for long."

"She's going to wage war on us again?!"

Tryndamere's body exuded an aura of iron and blood, and he tried to stand up with his left hand on the ground.

"Sit down and listen to me."

Ashe comforted her, and said without hesitation: "Yesterday, the spies sent a report that Zhuang Seni's operation to go south to rob Noxus failed."

"Failed?!" Tryndamere was taken aback.

"Yes." Ashe nodded slowly: "For some reason, Noxus assembled an army, and drove Zhuang Seini back to the north after World War I~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I heard that their Winter's Claw tribe lost a lot. "

"No wonder!" Tryndamere frowned slightly: "In this case, if the people of their tribe want to survive this year's Lingdong, they will declare war on us! After all, they have no time to go to the northern border of Demacia to plunder , Demacia must have made defense preparations long ago!"

Ashe nodded: "And our tribe's winter supplies are also in short supply, unless we start a war with someone to sacrifice some population, so that we can barely meet the rations of the remaining people."

Hearing this, Tryndamere pondered for a moment.

Then he raised his head and asked Ashe, "You mean, tell John Senny..."

He picked up the leaflet again: "Tell her about it? Then join forces with her to fight those trolls?!"

"right."

Ashe nodded: "Whether the information on the flyer is true or not, this is the best way to avoid going to war with Zhuang Seini."

She pointed to the leaflet: "Once the above is true, the future Freljord will avoid a lot of war!"

"We are not afraid of war!" Tryndamere growled!

"But I just want to make life better for the people in the tribe."

Ashe said in a low voice: "We are indeed not afraid of any war, but since there is a way to avoid it, why not try it?"

Tryndamere was silent.

After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "You are a war mother! You have the final say!"

Ashe nodded slightly, and stood up.

She grabbed the bow and arrow and carried it behind her back. As she walked out of the tent, she said, "I'll find a talking messenger and ask him to take a leaflet to Zhuang Seini's tribe."

Tryndamere didn't say anything, just sat there with an expression of unwillingness and disdain.

He still can't trust the southerners, and thinks that the southerners are cowards who can only tell lies...