After the Frost Soldier were deployed to the battlefield, the battle situation on the icy plains was fundamentally reversed.
This reversal was not a gradual transition, but a direct transformation that completely rewrote the war between the Savages and the Orks.
In the past, when barbarian cavalry hunted Orks, every attack was a bloody affair, resulting in heavy casualties.
Before a hunt, elite scouts must be dispatched to accurately scout the number of Orks, their equipment, and their routes.
After the reconnaissance is completed, we must repeatedly test the Orks' combat strength, send out small teams to harass and lure the enemy, and figure out their fighting style.
Then came the tactic of luring the enemy deep into their territory, using the terrain and traps to barely manage to kill them.
Even with meticulous planning, the barbarian cavalry, lacking heavy firepower and high-damage weapons, still suffered heavy losses during their guerrilla harassment operations.
It is commendable that ten thousand savage cavalry dared to attack two thousand Orks.
But now, everything has become incredibly simple.
The savages no longer needed to risk their lives to scout and set up ambushes, nor did they need to sacrifice the blood of their comrades to gain an opportunity to fight.
All you need to do is find a group of Orks soldiers and wait for the Priest of Frost to summon the Frost Soldier.
Throughout the entire process, the savages standing on high ground only needed to do one thing: watch.
But no matter how many times I watch it, it always leaves a deep and profound impact.
The Orks, which once required immense sacrifices to barely defeat, are now utterly vulnerable against the Frost Soldier.
This easy victory both lifted them out of despair and stirred something within them.
A young savage warrior, aged sixteen or seventeen, witnessed the battle of the Frost Soldier for the first time and was filled with curiosity.
After the battle, he couldn't help but walk down from the high place and stop a Bone-Claw-Type Frost Soldier who was collecting the remains of his companion.
The wisp of the Frost Soldier's left forelimb claw had disappeared during the battle, and it was now mechanically dragging a mangled wisp of the Frost Soldier, its movements stiff.
The young soldier crouched down and asked softly, "Do you... do you have a name?"
Frost Soldier didn't react at all, and didn't even look up at him.
It mechanically dragged the wreckage straight toward the Ice Lotus Ice Lotus, eventually disappearing into it to continue its retrieval mission.
Later, the young soldier discovered that all the Frost Soldier looked exactly alike.
They will strictly obey the Priest of Frost's orders, cooperate with the barbarian cavalry in battle, and retrieve the wreckage after the battle.
But they will never respond to any form of communication, whether it is language, gestures, or eye contact.
They have no emotions, no self-awareness, no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness; their only functions are killing and executing commands.
Battle, recovery, annihilation, rebirth—that is their entire life trajectory.
This filled the savages with both awe and unease.
The Frost Soldier are more loyal than the most loyal hounds and more ferocious than the most savage beasts, but what exactly are they?
Is it a tool? A weapon? Or some kind of soulless, unknown creature?
No one could provide an answer; this question lingered in the mind of every savage.
As the savages felt awe and unease, Sorine stood on a more distant peak, taking in the entire scene.
She was wearing the standard PDF uniform issued to her by the Vanguard, her silver hair hidden in her black helmet, and faint bruises from Lynn's strangulation of her neck a few days earlier still lingered on her neck.
Holding binoculars, his crimson eyes peered through the lenses at the Frost Soldier below, his expression grave.
The Tyranids.
She murmured to herself.
The physiological structure of the Frost Soldier, the energy flow of the bio-cannon, the texture of their armor, and even their behavioral habits.
All of this perfectly matched the Tyranids data she had studied countless times in the Inquisition archives, without any discrepancies.
But in her view, this was simply impossible.
The Tyranids are the purest destructive force in the universe, mindless biological weapons that devour everything.
They will not coexist with any species, nor will they obey the commands of non- Tyranids; wherever they go, they leave only destruction and desolation.
But what she saw before her completely overturned her understanding.
Instead of attacking the savages, the Frost Soldier fought alongside them, working together to wipe out the Orks.
Sorine's thoughts raced, a series of images flashing through her mind.
The Ripper that always accompanied Lynn on his shoulder, and the phantom of the " Dragon of Frost " during the confrontation with the wildling leader.
The powerful Psychic Power barrier surrounding Twin Peaks Mountain kept her out and prevented her from breaking through.
As the fragments were pieced together, a crazy and heretical idea took shape in her mind.
The Dragon of Frost is Tyranids, the Frost Soldier are Tyranids, and all beings revered by the savages as "divine warriors" are Tyranids.
Lynn, the man certified by the Ecclesiarchy as the " Emperor's Chosen," may have already established some kind of connection with the Hive Mind.
This thought violated all Imperium creeds, desecrated the beliefs she had upheld throughout her life, and made her instinctively want to deny herself.
But she didn't; her years Inquisitor had instilled in her a habit of calmly seeking evidence.
She put away her binoculars, turned and walked toward the Vanguard post, her eyes resolute.
She wanted to find out the truth, not for the sake of trial, nor for matters of faith or duty, but simply to know the truth.
Who exactly is Lynn, and what is his connection with these Tyranids?
Rewind two weeks, to the depths of the ice field, thirty kilometers Forbidden Wall, where a blizzard raged.
A battered Orks Mekboy staggered through the snow, its body covered in wounds.
Green blood froze on his body, and he dragged the Killa Kan can behind him, staggering as if he could collapse at any moment.
Its name is Erko, and it is the most capable Mekboy by Shanpang Guga's side. It was also the one who gave Guga advice back then.
It didn't know how long it had been running, nor where it was; it only knew that it was running desperately.
Escape the battlefield that terrified it, escape the clutches of that purple-eyed human.
It was covered in wounds and exhausted, and every step it took was accompanied by excruciating pain, but it did not give up.
As long as he's alive, there's a chance. He wants to regroup the Orks, defeat that purple-eyed human, and become the new warboss!
Brevis Orks Base Camp is located at the landing site of the Orks the Rock in the deepest part of the Icefield.
This place is where the last organized Orks force on this planet is gathered; it is the Orks' last foothold on the ice plains.
But the death of Shanpang Guga plunged the place into typical Orks Squad chaos.
Without a unified leader, all the big Orks wanted to seize control, and none of them would submit to the others. They fought and killed each other in the camp every day.
Occasionally, small-scale attacks are organized to try to ambush the savages or the Vanguard.
However, the fights always end halfway through due to internal strife, ending in discord and even mutual slaughter.
When Erko dragged his battered body back to the camp, he was not greeted with condolences from his fellow humans, but with mockery and provocation from several large Orks men.
"Hey, Guga's little sidekick is still alive?"
A burly Orks man, nearly three meters tall, stood with his hands on his hips, speaking with disdain.
" Mekboy' doesn't fight, he just hammers metal. Go back to your den and stop getting in the way!"
The other Orks joined in the laughter, their eyes full of mockery.
Erko neither argued nor showed anger; it simply lowered its head, silently walked through the laughing Orks, and reached the open space in the center of the camp.
He put down the remains of the Killa Kan behind him and got to work.
It collected all available scrap metal and mechanical parts in the camp, ignoring the mockery and disturbances from the surrounding Orks, and single-mindedly assembled something.
For three days, Erko neither rested nor ate, constantly busy in the center of the camp.
As the piles of scrap metal around him dwindled, the outline of a massive mech gradually emerged.
On the evening of the third day, Erko stood atop a giant mech.