As Lynn finished speaking, Snow Claw Rain spoke first.
Her voice was rough, carrying the unique style of a child from the icy plains:
"Your Excellency, we have witnessed your power."
She paused, then changed the subject.
"But whether you are the ' Ice Lord ' prophesied in the prophecy, and whether you can truly unify Brevis, may still require further proof."
Ice Fang Kuai's calm voice rang out, adding:
"The Icefield's recognition isn't just about power; it includes other precious things."
His voice carried a resolute quality honed by hardship:
"We need to see evidence that you are worthy of our following."
"Instead of yet another ruler from a warm nest who only wants to exploit us."
Their words carried the straightforwardness unique to people living on the icy plains.
They were indeed captivated by Lynn's formidable strength in slaying Guga, his wisdom in devising a plan to encircle and annihilate the Orks, and the legend of the " Dragon of Frost," and the thought of submitting to him had already begun to take root in their hearts.
But as the chieftain who leads the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people, they bear the fate of the entire tribe on their shoulders.
For hundreds of years, they have defended the independence and survival of their tribe with their blood and bones, and would never easily entrust the future of their people to an outsider of unknown origin.
Lynn smiled calmly, neither confirming nor denying.
He didn't rush to argue, but the purple light in his eyes suddenly intensified, and an invisible Psychic Power pressure descended like an avalanche.
It instantly enveloped Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai, as well as the cavalry behind them.
Rena released her Psychic Power the mini- Ripper, while Lynn precisely controlled the intensity of the pressure through the system link.
It can demonstrate absolute power without causing any real harm.
An invisible Psychic Power wave rippled outwards from Lynn's center.
The raging wind and snow slowed down, and the snowflakes hovered in mid-air, their patterns clearly visible.
The air became thick and heavy, as if the lungs were filled with lead, making it hard to breathe.
The cavalrymen behind Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai groaned, many turning pale and dropping their weapons.
The Ice-Ridge Land Beast beneath them roared uneasily, lowered their bodies, and trembled uncontrollably.
The two clan leaders also shuddered, feeling as if a colossal iceberg had crashed down upon them, their hearts gripped by an invisible hand, and their bones creaking under the immense pressure.
Blood stagnates in the blood vessels, making even breathing extremely difficult.
But they gritted their teeth, veins bulging on their foreheads, relying on their iron will and the dignity of being tribal leaders.
He straightened his back, glared at Lynn, his feet sinking deep into the snow, refusing to bend his knees even slightly.
Just as they were about to reach their limit and their consciousness was about to give way, the snowy landscape behind Lynn suddenly distorted.
A massive Psychic Power illusion appeared out of thin air behind Lynn; it was a blue-green Dragon of Frost!
Its scales shimmered with an icy luster, reflecting a cool light in the dim light.
Its enormous wings folded slightly, covering half the sky, its long neck wrapped around Lynn, and its dragon head slowly drooped down to his shoulder.
The enormous dragon eyes, like two bright stars, gazed majestically at the two clan leaders.
The auras of Long Wei and Lynn intertwined, forming an overwhelming pressure that seemed almost tangible, penetrating deep into the soul.
This is not Rena's true form, but a high-precision Psychic Power illusion created by Lynn using Rena's Psychic Power and combining them with the myths and legends that have been passed down for thousands of years in the Brevis Ice Plain.
He knew that for the Icefield Clan, who believed in ancient myths, this reverence rooted in their cultural heritage was far more impactful than a mere display of force.
Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai's pupils contracted sharply, their resolute expressions crumbling instantly, replaced by deep shock.
They were not afraid of death; having become the leaders of a clan, they had long since disregarded life and death.
But faced with this being that transcends comprehension and perfectly aligns with the legendary deities of the icy plains.
Deep within their blood and culture, an instinctive submission arose.
This is not only a reverence for mythology, but also a confirmation of the " Ice Lord " in the prophecy.
The two exchanged a glance, seeing the same shock and resolve in each other's eyes.
Snow Claw Rain was the first to kneel down, forcefully cleaving the heavy bone axe into the snow, the blade disappearing beneath it.
She lowered her proud head, her rough cheek pressed against the cold snow, her voice hoarse yet incredibly firm:
" The Snow Claw Clan is willing to follow the Ice Lord!"
Ice Fang Kuai followed closely behind, also kneeling on both knees with a devout look in his eyes.
He placed the Chainsword at his side, his forehead pressed against the snow:
" The Ice Fang Clan awaits the Ice Lord's guidance!"
The cavalrymen behind them knelt down like dominoes, hundreds of them forming a neat column on the icy plain.
The deep vows, mingled with the howling wind and snow, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
"I wish to follow the Ice Lord!!!"
Lynn gradually withdrew his Psychic Power pressure, Dragon of Frost illusion behind him gradually dissipated in the wind like ice and snow.
The wind and snow raged again, but they could no longer shake the submissive ranks before them.
He stepped forward, reached out, and helped Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai up respectively.
His tone softened somewhat, but it still carried the authority of someone in a superior position:
"I accept your loyalty, but loyalty never means one-sided demands."
His gaze swept across their tired yet resolute faces. "Tell me, what does your tribe need most right now?"
Snow Claw Rain straightened up, wiping the snow and frost from his face, his voice tinged with undisguised bitterness:
This winter is unusually long and eerily cold!
Her eyes dimmed, revealing a deep sorrow.
"There are fewer and fewer prey, and more and more old people and children are freezing to death or starving to death."
There weren't enough animal hides, and they weren't warm enough. Their territory was also being squeezed out by the Orks, and many small tribes had already disappeared.
Ice Fang Kuai nodded in agreement, adding, "Medical resources are also extremely scarce."
"Injuries on the ice plains are already difficult to treat, and now we can only watch helplessly as our people die in agony."
His voice was low and deep, carrying a profound sense of powerlessness.
Lynn had anticipated this; he had learned of these circumstances from the limited information available to him after taking over as governor of Brevis.
He said in a deep voice, "I can allow the elders and children of your tribe to relocate to the plains within the Man River first."
These words struck like a thunderbolt, causing a fierce light to erupt in the eyes of Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai.
The area within the Man River is the core region of the Brevis Hive City. Although the conditions are not ideal, at least the climate is warm and the environment is not so harsh.
For tribes struggling to survive on the icy plains, this is undoubtedly a lifeline in a desperate situation.
"Your Excellency, are you telling the truth?" Snow Claw Rain's voice trembled.
"I never make empty promises," Lynn said firmly.
"And the main hive will provide them with basic food, warm clothing, shelter, and medical care."
"Until this harsh winter passed, the threat of the Orks was gradually eliminated."
He changed the subject, his gaze returning to calm:
"But this is not without reward; resources within the main hive are equally scarce, and my kindness needs to be repaid."
"Please give your orders, Ice Lord!" Snow Claw Rain and Ice Fang Kuai said in unison, without hesitation in their eyes.
If it means their people can live, they would give their lives without hesitation, let alone expect anything in return.
"Your soldiers are more familiar with the terrain of the ice field than my troops."
"The behemoth beneath my feet is far more suited to chasing enemies across the icy plains than a tank made of steel."
They dared not miss a single word Lynn uttered, for it concerned the very survival of the clan.
"I want you to gather most of your combat-ready cavalry, and, in coordination with my follow-up forces, wipe out all remaining large-scale Orks forces on the Ice Plains outside the Forbidden Wall."
A cold, sharp glint flashed in his purple eyes:
"Restoring peace to the ice plains is the price you paid for your people's survival, and also your opportunity to prove your worth."