Chapter 121

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

An experienced old cavalryman stepped forward and bowed to the Divine Envoy, saying:

"Divine Envoy Adult, may we spar with the Cold Soldiers?"

The Divine Envoy nodded, signaling a Bone Claw Cold Soldier to step forward.

The old cavalryman mounted his Ice Spine Terrestrial Beast, gripped a long-handled Bone Knife, and charged at the Cold Soldier.

The long blade whistled through the air as it slashed toward the Cold Soldier's head.

The Cold Soldier reacted quickly, sidestepping to dodge the slash effortlessly, while raising its bone claw to slash at the Ice Spine Terrestrial Beast's abdomen.

With a "hiss," the Ice Spine Terrestrial Beast's thick hide was cut open.

The old cavalryman was startled, quickly turned around to attack again, but was tightly entangled by the Cold Soldier.

After dozens of rounds of fierce battle, the old cavalryman relied on his rich combat experience to barely defeat the Cold Soldier, yet was left gasping for breath.

The old cavalryman dismounted and sighed softly to his companions: "It seems it takes two Cold Soldiers to take down one cavalryman."

And when their cavalry army fights the Green Skins, they need five times the numbers to engage, and ten times to dare say they'll win for sure.

Though the latter words were left unsaid, some smart clansmen had already caught the meaning between the lines.

His voice wasn't loud, but it caused a commotion among the clansmen.

The reverence on their faces faded a few points, and doubt rose again in their hearts.

The Divine Envoy's cold gaze swept over everyone, silent.

Doubt is the privilege of the weak.

He offered no explanation, merely waved his hand toward the Cold Soldiers inside the cave, leading them back into the Ice Altar Cave and closing the cave entrance.

The clansmen looked at one another, but the doubts in their hearts grew deeper.

This doubt, that very night, completely turned into reverence.

Night fell, and the entrance to the Ice Altar Cave suddenly opened, as white figures streamed out endlessly.

As if there were no limit, more and more kept coming out.

Until one hundred thousand Cold Soldiers stood neatly in the camp, a sea of white, stretching beyond sight.

They stood motionless in the snow, like cold sculptures, their bodies radiating chill and a murderous aura.

In just one day, the Ice Altar Cave produced one hundred thousand Cold Soldiers, and the cave entrance seemed never to stop.

At all times, Cold Soldiers kept streaming out endlessly.

Even more shocking to the Wildmen was that these Cold Soldiers needed no food, no rest, not even training.

From the moment they walked out of the cave, they possessed complete combat instincts.

And the more numerous they were, the stronger their combat power became.

Two Cold Soldiers could defeat one cavalryman, ten could defeat six cavalrymen, and one hundred could defeat eighty cavalrymen.

They were vast in number, ferocious beyond compare, and their morale never collapsed.

All the able-bodied warriors of the entire Snow Claw Clan added up to no more than four or five million, and last time they lost over a million.

But the number of Cold Soldiers kept increasing.

At this moment, all doubt vanished like smoke, leaving only reverence deep in their bones.

The clansmen knelt again in the snow, offering their most devout prayers toward the Ice Altar Cave.

They finally understood that the Frost Dragon's grace was far more powerful than they had imagined.

The Ice Lord's sharp blade had been unsheathed.

A few days later, twenty kilometers outside the Forbidden Wall, an abandoned mining district.

This mining district was a remnant of the Brevus Industrial Era, abandoned due to drastic environmental changes, and now discovered by the Green Skins.

Over ten thousand Ork Boyz were clamoring inside the mining district, some waving machetes, some digging scrap iron, the whole district in chaos.

They did not know that the shadow of death had already shrouded this valley.

The valley where the mining district was located had steep slopes on both sides, covered in snow.

Several thousand Savage Cavalry of the Snow Claw Clan lay in ambush on the slopes on both sides, their white fur blending perfectly with the snow.

Standing beside them was a wildman shaman wearing special attire.

That was the "Frost Sacrifice" blessed by the Frost Dragon.

A pale blue Frost Mark was carved on his forehead, and an extra slender arm grew from his right rib area.

The leading cavalry captain nodded to the Frost Priest.

The Frost Sacrifice closed his eyes, put his three hands together, silently recited the ancient prayer of the Ice Plains, and established an energy connection with the "Frost Dragon" located inside Double Peak Mountain.

As the prayer ended, the Frost Priest's eyes suddenly snapped open, and that extra right hand fiercely pointed toward the bottom of the valley.

The next second, the ground at the bottom of the valley suddenly began to shake violently, with cracking sounds ringing out one after another.

The originally hard frozen soil cracked open, and over a dozen huge Ice Lotuses burst out from the fissures.

The Ice Lotus petals were translucent pale blue, radiating vibrant life.

The Ork Boyz making noise inside the mining district were stunned, all stopping their movements and turning to look at the suddenly appearing Ice Lotuses.

In the moment they were stunned, those over a dozen huge Ice Lotuses bloomed simultaneously.

The Ice Lotus petals unfolded outward, revealing densely packed white figures inside.

One hundred thousand Cold Soldiers surged out of the Ice Lotus like a tide, their white figures instantly drowning the entire Valley.

They emitted bloodthirsty hissing, cold killing intent filled the Valley, and they pounced on the Green Skin around them.

Bone Claw Cold Soldiers were agile in form, rushing into the Green Skin crowd, their sharp bone claws waving wildly.

They often had several pounce on the same Grot at once, then used their bone claws to tear and rend.

The Green Skin Kid's body was easily torn apart, blood splashing onto the snow and dyeing it green.

Biological Cannon Cold Soldiers stood in neat ranks in the Rear, cold ice energy condensing at their Cannon Mouths, one pale blue Ice Thorn after another shooting out like a rainstorm.

Green Skin Kids had their bodies penetrated, fell to the ground, and shattered into ice dregs.

The Cold Soldiers' coordination was terrifyingly seamless.

Bone Claw types were responsible for close-quarters slaughter, Tearing Open the Defensive Line; Biological Cannon types were responsible for long-range suppression, clearing dense enemies.

They had no fear, no retreat; even if their bodies were struck by Machetes, they would still pounce on the Green Skin until they completely lost vitality.

This was a one-sided massacre; the Cold Soldier horde was a cold meat grinder.

The Green Skin's savagery and ferocity were not worth a single blow before the Cold Soldiers' efficiency and coldness.

Their Roars and bellows echoed within the Valley, but they could not stop the Cold Soldiers' Footsteps at all.

The Savage Cavalry on both Sides of the Valley watched the battle below, their eyes full of shock and Fear.

They had seen countless battles with the Green Skin, but never such a cruel, efficient massacre.

One hundred thousand Cold Soldiers were like a cold War Machine, completely crushing over ten thousand Green Skin Grots.

In just half an hour, the battle completely ended.

The Valley was in utter chaos, Green Skin Corpses and remains everywhere, the Earth turned green, steaming.

Over ten thousand Ork Boyz, not one survived, all annihilated.

But the Cold Soldiers also paid a price; over thirty thousand Cold Soldiers were damaged in the battle, falling in the snow.

The Wildmen silently watched the dense Green Skin corpses in the Valley, then looked at the damaged Cold Soldiers in the snow, their eyes filled with Complex emotions.

Over thirty thousand battle losses seemed a bit high.

But those damaged Cold Soldiers were merely an insignificant part of the Cold Soldiers endlessly produced within the Ice Altar Cave.

A few hours later, the same number of Cold Soldiers would walk out of the Ice Altar Cave and rejoin the battle.

The Cold Soldiers did not rest; they began Orderly recovering all corpses in the Valley.

Green Skin remains, and damaged Cold Soldier corpses.

These were all Biomass, to be sent back into the Biomass Conversion Network, becoming nourishment for raising new Cold Soldiers.

The Savage Cavalry on both Sides of the Valley quietly watched this scene.

They finally understood just how terrifying the Frost Dragon's power truly was.

The Ice Lord's Fang was not only Sharp, but never wore down.