Chapter 91: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg? Chapter 91: Ancient Myth

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

One day later, the Vanguard Army Second Legion regrouped thirty kilometers north of Broken Canyon.

The loss report was worse than expected: of the escort force of fifty thousand, twenty-seven thousand were killed in action, twelve thousand severely injured, and over thirty percent of vehicles were destroyed.

But morale was abnormally high; every soldier firmly believed they had witnessed a miracle, and firmly believed the Governor had received the Frost Dragon's protection.

Lin En offered no explanation; he ordered the troops to accelerate their march, and they had to arrive at the Frost Ban Wall by the scheduled time.

Inside the transport vehicle, Gus sat facing Lin En:

"Adult, the Snow Claw Clan has suffered severe damage this time and should be unable to launch another attack in the short term."

"But the question is, who leaked the march route?"

Lin En leaned back in his seat, eyes half-closed: "What do you say?"

The answer was obvious; Gus said nothing more, knowing Lin En surely had a plan in mind.

At the same time, Snow Claw Fortress.

This abandoned industrial fortress lay deep in the Ice Plains, its massive alloy skeleton half-buried in snow, its exposed parts covered in rust stains.

Hundreds of years ago, this had been Brevis's mining outpost; after the veins were exhausted, humans withdrew, leaving the empty shell as a shelter for Mutants.

Now it was the Snow Claw Clan's nominal "Capital."

Centered on it, thousands upon thousands of Mutant tribes who shared the same hatred for the Main Hive were scattered around.

They fought separately, but were gathered together by the same hatred, becoming today's Snow Claw Clan.

The largest workshop at the fortress's center was converted into the Council Hall.

A huge bonfire burned on the central square, its firelight reflecting on hundreds of faces crowded around—the leaders of the major tribes and Clan Elders.

Their expressions were all grim, because more than three thousand knelt in the center of the venue.

These people were the only survivors of the million-strong cavalry army.

Their clothes were in tatters, their bodies wounded, and more importantly, their Jing Neng had been contaminated to varying degrees.

Pupils dilated, lips trembling; some scratched their own faces repeatedly with their nails, or knelt on the ground kowtowing to the air, muttering over and over:

"Dragon, the blue Flying Dragon!"

Clan shamans surrounded them, hands hovering, chanting soothing spells from their mouths.

Lingneng flowed from their palms into the survivors' chaotic Jing Neng like a warm stream.

But this could only barely steady their Godhood, unable to eliminate fear and contamination.

Over an hour later.

The eldest Great Shaman stopped chanting and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He walked to the platform on the north side of the Council Hall and bowed to the figure on the Beast Bone Throne:

"Great Chieftain, we may begin questioning."

Snow Claw Yu stood up from the throne.

She was a tall female Wildman, over two point two meters tall, her whole body covered in thick white fur, with only her face revealing rough gray skin.

The white hair on her head was braided into dozens of thin braids, bound with beast bone rings and hanging down behind her.

She wore crude plate armor, with a Stone Axe hanging at her waist.

She walked from the platform to stand before the first survivor.

He was a young cavalryman, his boyishness not yet faded.

"Look at me," Snow Claw Yu said, her voice rough and not like a woman's.

The young man raised his head, his gaze unfocused.

"Speak," Snow Claw Yu stared at him.

"What happened? How did the million-strong army end up with only you left?"

The young man's lips trembled: "Dragon, it was the Frost Dragon! It flew down from the sky, and people were shattered……"

"Nonsense!" a tribal chief in the back row roared, "The Frost Dragon is a myth! It went extinct long ago!"

The young man seemed not to hear, continuing: "Purple snow, eyes burning, looking so painful."

"Ah!!!" Remembering something, he broke down again.

Snow Claw Yu frowned and looked at the shaman.

The old shaman's face turned pale; she had been watching the young man with Lingneng Vision.

"He is not lying; he simply spoke of what he saw."

Murmurs rose in the Council Hall.

Snow Claw Yu walked to the second survivor, an old soldier with three scars on his face.

"What did you see?"

The old soldier's gaze focused slightly, but the fear in his eyes was even stronger than the young man's.

"Flying Dragons, dozens of Flying Dragons; they drove us into the valley,

then the largest one came, a purple storm, everyone froze, dead beyond dead."

His description was more detailed, and even more ridiculous.

Snow Claw Yu's expression grew increasingly grim.

She refused to believe it, asking dozens of survivors one after another, but the answers were all much the same.

Flying Dragon attacked, a purple blizzard, and over nine hundred thousand people died in an instant.

Finally, she walked up to a group of survivors who had just been brought in.

These people were in even worse shape, almost all of them mad; they were survivors of the third wave of cavalry charges in Broken Canyon.

The witch took twice as long to barely get them to speak.

"And you?" Snow Claw Yu's voice carried killing intent. "Did you see the dragon too?"

A half-mad cavalryman suddenly screamed:

"Governor! That governor! He commands the dragon! The dragon only listens to him!!!"

The Council Hall fell silent in an instant, everyone staring at that cavalryman.

"Speak clearly!"

The cavalryman waved his arms wildly, speaking incoherently: "We were fighting well in the canyon, then the dragon came!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" He imitated the dragon flapping its wings, looking ridiculous, but no one could laugh.

"It only attacked us, not the people of the Main Hive. Luckily I ran fast, otherwise I'd be dead."

Immediately he burst into loud laughter, but the laughter was manic.

Snow Claw Yu struck him unconscious with a hand chop, then fiercely turned to look at the witch.

The old witch hurried forward to examine him; a few seconds later, he stepped back, his voice dry:

"He... wasn't lying either."

Only the crackling of the campfire could be heard.

The myth of the Frost Dragon carries special weight among the Mutants.

Legend says that one recognized by the Frost Dragon will become the true ruler of the Brevis Icefield—the Ice Lord.

It is a faith from the barbaric era, a spiritual anchor they picked up again after being abandoned by the Main Hive.

Now, the myth might come true.

And the one recognized is the new Governor of the Main Hive; rumor has it he also received the Emperor's recognition.

An Elder trembled as he spoke: "Great Chieftain, if this is true, will attacking the Ice Lord bring divine retribution upon us...?"

"Shut up!" Snow Claw Yu growled.

She paced back and forth in place uneasily.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked at the Elder who had spoken first:

"Any news from that Main Hive Noble who contacted us?"

The Elder hurriedly answered: "He sent word yesterday, asking about the results of the operation."

"Tell him," Snow Claw Yu said coldly.

"Cooperation is terminated. Return everything he gave us by the same route, and send one more message."

Murderous intent shone in her eyes.

"If he dares to lay a hand on the Governor again, I will go to the Main Hive myself and make his skull into a night pot."

The Elder shivered: "Yes."

"Also." Snow Claw Yu swept her gaze over everyone.

"What happened today must not spread. All survivors are to be gathered and kept under watch; without my order, no one is allowed to leave the fortress."

She walked back up to the Platform, sat back on the Throne, and rested her chin on her left hand:

"Prepare. I want to go meet this Governor."

"To see if he truly has the qualification to be our Ice Lord."