An experienced old cavalryman stepped forward, bowed to the divine messenger, and said:
"My lord, may we spar with the Frost Soldier?"
The divine messenger nodded, gesturing for a Bone-Claw-Type Frost Soldier to step forward.
The old cavalryman mounted the Ice-Ridge Land Beast, gripped a long-handled bone knife, and charged towards the Frost Soldier.
The long sword whistled through the air as it cleaved towards the Frost Soldier's head.
The Frost Soldier reacted quickly, dodging the slash by sidestepping, and at the same time raised his bone claws to slash at the belly of the Ice-Ridge Land Beast.
With a "rip," the thick fur of the Ice-Ridge Land Beast was torn open.
The old cavalryman was startled and quickly turned to attack again, but was held back by the Frost Soldier.
After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the veteran cavalryman barely managed to defeat the Frost Soldier with his rich combat experience, but he was also exhausted and panting heavily.
The old cavalryman dismounted and muttered to his companion, "It seems it would take two Frost Soldier to defeat one of my cavalrymen."
Their cavalry force would need to be five times larger than the Orks to fight them, and even then, they wouldn't dare say they were guaranteed a victory.
Although the rest of the sentence was left unsaid, some of the more astute members of the tribe had already discerned the implied meaning.
His voice wasn't loud, but it caused a stir among the tribespeople.
The awe on his face faded somewhat, and doubt resurfaced in his mind.
The divine messenger's cold gaze swept over the crowd, and he remained silent.
Questioning is the privilege of the weak.
He didn't argue, but simply waved to the Frost Soldier inside the cave, led them back to the altar cave, and closed the entrance.
The tribespeople looked at each other, their doubts growing ever deeper.
That same night, that doubt completely transformed into awe.
As night fell, the entrance to the altar cave suddenly opened, and white figures emerged one after another.
It's like there's no limit; the more you go, the more there is.
Until 100,000 Frost Soldier stood neatly in the camp, a vast expanse of white stretching as far as the eye could see.
They stood motionless in the snow, like cold sculptures, exuding a chilling and desolate aura.
In just one day, the altar cave produced 100,000 Frost Soldier, and the production inside the cave seemed to never stop.
No matter the time, there is a constant stream of Frost Soldier emerging.
What shocked the savages even more was that these Frost Soldier did not need to eat, rest, or even train.
The moment they emerge from the cave, they possess a complete fighting instinct.
Moreover, the more numerous they are, the stronger their fighting power.
Two Frost Soldier can defeat one cavalryman, ten can defeat six cavalrymen, and one hundred can defeat eighty cavalrymen.
They are numerous, incredibly fierce, and their morale never collapses.
The entire Snow Claw Clan has no more than four or five million combat-ready soldiers, and they lost more than a million last time.
However, the number of Frost Soldier continued to increase.
At that moment, all doubts vanished, leaving only a deep-seated awe.
The tribespeople knelt down in the snow once more, offering their most devout prayers to the altar cave.
They finally understood that the Dragon of Frost's blessings were far more powerful than they had imagined.
The Ice Lord's blade is already drawn.
A few days later, twenty kilometers Forbidden Wall, there was an abandoned mining area.
This mining area was a remnant of the Brevis industrial era, abandoned due to drastic environmental changes, and has now been discovered by the Orks.
Tens of thousands of Ork Boyz were making a ruckus in the mining area, some wielding machetes, others digging for scrap metal, the whole mining area was in chaos.
Unbeknownst to them, the shadow of death had already loomed over the valley.
The valley where the mine is located has steep slopes on both sides, covered with snow.
Several thousand Snow Claw Clan cavalrymen lay in ambush on the hillsides on both sides, their white fur blending perfectly with the snow.
A savage shaman dressed in distinctive clothing stood beside them.
That was the " Priest of Frost " who received the blessing of the Dragon of Frost.
Pale blue frost patterns were etched on his forehead, and a slender arm had appeared on his right ribcage.
The leading cavalry captain nodded to the Priest of Frost.
The Priest of Frost closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and silently recited an ancient prayer from the icy plains, establishing a connection of consciousness with the " Dragon of Frost " located within Twin Peaks Mountain.
As the prayer ended, the Priest of Frost's eyes snapped open, and her extra right hand pointed sharply towards the bottom of the valley.
The next second, the ground at the bottom of the valley suddenly began to tremble violently, and a series of cracking sounds rang out.
The once-hard frozen soil began to crack, and more than a dozen enormous Ice Lotus emerged from the cracks.
The petals of the Ice Lotus are a translucent pale blue, exuding vibrant life.
The Orks were making a ruckus in the mining area were stunned. They all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the Ice Lotus that had suddenly appeared.
In the instant they were stunned, the dozen or so enormous Ice Lotus bloomed simultaneously.
The petals of the Ice Lotus unfolded in all directions, revealing countless white figures within.
One hundred thousand Frost Soldier surged out of the Ice Lotus like a tide, their white figures instantly engulfing the entire valley.
They let out bloodthirsty hisses, and a chilling killing intent filled the valley as they pounced on the surrounding Orks.
The Bone-Claw-Type Frost Soldier were agile and charged into the Orks horde, their sharp bone claws swung wildly.
They often pounce on the same little guy in groups and then tear him apart with their bony claws.
The Ork Boyz's body was easily torn apart, and his blood splattered on the snow, turning it green.
The Biocannon-Type Frost Soldier lined up in neat rows at the rear, their muzzles condensing icy energy, and a torrential downpour of pale blue ice spikes shot out.
The Ork Boyz was pierced through the body and fell to the ground, shattering into ice shards.
The Frost Soldier ' teamwork was terrifyingly seamless.
The bone claw type is responsible for close combat and breaking through defenses, while the bio-cannon type is responsible for long-range suppression and clearing out dense groups of enemies.
They showed no fear, no hesitation; even when their bodies were cleaved by machetes, they would still rush towards the Orks until the moment they completely lost their lives.
This was a one-sided massacre; the hordes of Frost Soldier were a cold meat grinder.
The barbarity and brutality of the Orks are no match for the efficiency and ruthlessness of the Frost Soldier.
Their roars and howls echoed through the valley, but they could not stop the advance of the Frost Soldier.
The barbarian cavalry on both sides of the valley watched the battle below, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
They had seen countless battles against the Orks, but never such a brutal and efficient massacre.
The 100,000 Frost Soldier, like a cold war machine, completely crushed the tens of thousands of Ork Boyz.
The battle was completely over in just half an hour.
The valley was in complete disarray, littered with Orks corpses and remains, and the earth had turned green and was steaming.
Tens of thousands of Ork Boyz were wiped out, none survived.
The Frost Soldier also paid a price; more than Frost Soldier were damaged in the battle and fell in the snow.
The savages silently gazed at the densely packed green corpses in the valley, then at the wrecked Frost Soldier in the snow, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
More than 30,000 casualties seem a bit high.
But those damaged Frost Soldier were only a tiny fraction of the Frost Soldier that were constantly being produced within the altar cave.
Several hours later, the same number of Frost Soldier will emerge from the altar cave and rejoin the battle.
The Frost Soldier did not stop; they began to systematically collect all the corpses in the valley.
The remains of the Orks, and the mangled corpses of the Frost Soldier.
These are all biomass, which will be fed back into the biomass conversion network to become nutrients for cultivating new Frost Soldier.
The savage cavalry on both sides of the valley watched this scene silently.
They finally understood just how terrifying the Dragon of Frost's power truly was.
The Ice Lord's fangs are not only sharp, but also never wear down.