Ice Fang Clan, City of Teeth.
This "city" is built in a natural ice cave. Because its internal structure is jagged and interwoven, resembling the teeth of a wild beast, it is named the City of Teeth.
The Ice Fang Clan is more docile than the Snow Claw Clan. They not only trade with the main hive, but also sent reinforcements to defend the Frostbound Wall.
At this moment, a ceremony is taking place in the " Listening Cave," the deepest part of the city.
Seven clan shamans formed a circle, with ancient runes carved into the ground in the center.
Their hands were clasped together, and a deep chant echoed through the cave. Psychic Power light emerged from the runes, weaving into blurry images in the air.
Beneath the high walls, amidst the swirling snow, a blurry figure could be seen.
And, a pair of purple eyes.
"Ugh!" The old shaman who was presiding over the ceremony suddenly groaned, and two streams of blood flowed from his nostrils.
The other wizards also shook, their runes flashing intensely before exploding.
The ceremony was interrupted.
The old wizard slumped to the ground, panting heavily, and his assistant quickly handed him a decoction made from herbs.
"How is it?" A steady voice came from the cave entrance.
Ice Fang Kuai entered the cave.
He was a short, stocky man with neatly trimmed long white hair, wearing a robe made of tanned icefield animal hides.
The old wizard drank the potion and waited a while before speaking:
"Great Chieftain, we have seen the Frostbound Wall, and we have seen a man in armor amidst the snowstorm. He has a pair of purple eyes."
That's all?
"The divination has been interfered with," the old wizard said with a wry smile.
"A powerful force is protecting that person's fate."
Even if we force our way in, we can only get some fragments..."
He closed his eyes and repeated the information from the fragments:
"He will bring destruction and new life, and change for Brevis."
"The ice fields will be unified because of him."
A long silence followed in the cave.
Ice Fang Kuai walked to the cave wall and reached out to touch the murals carved by his ancestors.
It depicts a primitive era, a time when humans and Dragon of Frost coexisted.
The one who gained the Dragon of Frost's approval ascended the throne and became the Ice Lord of Brevis.
"Have you verified the information brought back by the Ulf Hunting Party?" he asked.
"It's been verified," another wizard replied.
"They did indeed see the dragon, they saw the avatar of the Dragon of Frost."
The appearance of those flying dragons is very similar to that of the legendary young dragons.
Ice Fang Kuai turned around:
"Prepare a gift; I'm going to the Frostbound Wall."
"If that person truly gained the Dragon of Frost's approval..."
His gaze slowly hardened with reverence. "The Ice Fang Clan must stand on his side."
The legend of the Dragon of Frost spread rapidly across the ice plains, which was exactly what Lynn wanted.
He needs a platform where the Tyranids forces can be unleashed without restraint.
Although the main hive is rich in resources, it is also the focus of countless eyes.
The surveillance of the Ecclesiarchy, the eyes and ears of the Noble Council, the data monitoring of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and even the possible presence of undercover Inquisition.
There, any abnormal flow of biomass or unusual energy fluctuations could lead to annihilation.
Unpleasant memories and a... shiny bald head flashed through his mind.
Lynn's gaze finally fell upon the vast, snow-covered wasteland beyond the Man River, and the settlement of mutants living there.
From a legal and Imperium perspective, these Abhumans, whose stable mutations were caused by long-term radiation, should have been purified.
It was a single thought of "benevolence" from a governor and the first Supreme King of the St. Garus Family hundreds of years ago.
Ultimately, it was only by banishing them rather than eliminating them that the current situation was formed.
These centuries of exile shaped a unique "savage culture."
Their faith in the Emperor had faded due to abandonment, and their obedience to Imperium law was limited to the rule against crossing the Man River.
They are a self-contained system with their own social structure, belief system, and survival logic.
The Imperium bureaucracy had little control over them, and the Inquisition's purification order was delayed Brevis Brevis's remoteness.
For Lynn, this was the perfect testing ground.
A vast territory where laws are ambiguous, beliefs are loose, and surveillance is scarce.
Through the files provided by Carter and the intelligence gathered by the Butcher, Lynn gained a deep understanding of the current state of mutant society.
Division, hatred, struggle for survival, and the rediscovery of ancient myths.
Among them, the legends of the " Dragon of Frost " and the " Ice Lord " particularly caught his attention.
In Lynn's view, this was not just a myth, but a key to unlocking new possibilities.
If he could associate himself with this legend, then any action he took on the ice field would gain a natural camouflage that would be easily understood by the locals.
The Snow Claw Clan's foolish attack, instead of causing fatal damage, unexpectedly provided him with an excellent opportunity.
He deliberately let many Snow Claw Clan cavalrymen escape, just to let the matter escalate quickly on the ice plains.
Now that the situation has unfolded, the Snow Claw Clan is bound to be embroiled in a fierce conflict between faith and reality.
Other factions, such as the Ice Fang Clan, will surely follow suit.
Lynn stroked the sleeping Ripper, his gaze fixed on the distant snow-capped mountains.
The icy plains will become Rena's new lair, and the cornerstone of her power to fight the Orks.
The legend of the " Dragon of Frost " will be the most perfect and effective disguise.
Everything was developing in the direction he needed.
Uptown, Saint Garus Castle.
The High King's Hall was in complete disarray.
Caladogon sat on his throne, his chest heaving violently, the fluid in his life-sustaining tubes bubbling with rage.
Smashed Dataslate and wine glasses were scattered on the ground.
"Idiots, a bunch of idiots!!!"
The roar echoed in the empty hall.
Three nobles, all members of the Twelve Star Families, were kneeling below.
They hung their heads, trembling all over.
"Assassinating the governor, using mutants as weapons?! Are your brains filled with shit?!"
Caladogon grabbed the last intact wine glass and smashed it on the head of the nobleman in the middle.
The wine glass shattered, and blood streamed down his forehead, but the nobleman dared not wipe it away.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" the nobleman on the left said in a trembling voice.
"We... we just wanted to discourage that outsider, but we didn't expect this."
"Didn't expect what? You think you can take down Governor Brevis, the Emperor's Chosen, with just a bunch of mutants!?"
The battle report from Shattered Canyon was delivered to his desk ten minutes ago.
The report was vague, only stating that they "encountered an ambush and repelled the enemy."
But the intelligence network provided more detailed information: a million cavalrymen were annihilated by a mysterious creature, and the governor locked eyes with a creature resembling Dragon of Frost.
If it were true, Caladogon felt a chill.
He certainly knew the legend of the Dragon of Frost.
"Listen," Caladogon said, his voice icy as he suppressed his anger.
"You have two days to go and turn yourself in to Carter. Maybe that will save your family a sliver of hope."
The three nobles turned pale, but they had no choice but to comply.
After they left, a man in a magnificent uniform walked into the hall.
Callum St. Garus, one of the three lords in the family responsible for internal affairs.
" Callum, tell those good-for-nothings in the Noble Council."
"From today onwards, all actions against the Governor shall cease."
He needs food, so I'll give him food; he needs men, so I don't want any more 'accidents' before he returns from the Frostbound Wall.
"Understood." Callum bowed and left the hall.
Caladogon leaned back on the throne and closed his eyes.
Only the ticking of the life support system remained in the hall.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and said to the empty hall:
Has ' Shadow Crow ' set off yet?
A reply came from the shadows, "They left the nest an hour ago."
"Those good-for-nothings, how dare they think they can escape the crime of assassinating the governor by surrendering themselves?"
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.