The Frostguard Priests had begun communicating with the intelligence unit.
The exchange seemed a little too heated, to the point that before the Freljordian army had even officially set out, many tribes had already been thrown into chaos.
That situation, however, did not last long.
Not because the conflict between the two sides had died down, but because, after more than two months of preparations, the Freljordian army had finally set out in earnest.
Compared to when they had hastily joined forces, the reorganized coalition army now looked much more like a unified whole. The Avarosa Warriors still carried a bewildering variety of weapons, but at least they now wore relatively uniform vests.
They might not march in formation like Demacia's Northern Expeditionary Army, but at least anyone could tell at a glance that they were a group, a single force.
As the coalition army officially set out, its combined air force—made up of Elemental Dragons, snow eagles, and snowy owls—had already seized complete control of the skies. The tribes loyal to the Frostguard Tribe and still devoted to the Frost Witch soon became blind, unable to share information with one another. With snow eagles and snowy owls scouting by day and night, and Elemental Dragons patrolling, even sending a message across the open plains became extremely difficult.
With that advantage, the coalition army enthusiastically visited the tribes one by one, appealing to both reason and emotion. After giving the matter deep thought, most of the tribes' Warmothers came to their senses and abandoned the darkness for the light.
Of course, there were also stubborn fools who refused to see reason. The coalition army usually offered such people's Warmothers two choices.
A duel with Ashe—or Lux, if they preferred.
And whichever opponent the Warmother chose, the outcome was much the