Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"Master, our Garland Tribe is a peaceful race. We dislike conflict!"

Hearing Violet's first sentence, Orion couldn't help but sneer internally.

A peaceful race? In this world?

If they were truly peaceful, why would they work for Ariel, the lord of Thunderwood Forest?

Orion squeezed Violet's breasts together with his hands, clearly uninterested in hearing useless information. He cut straight to the point.

"How many people are in your Garland Tribe?"

Violet looked at Orion, noticing the hunger for talent in his eyes. A flicker of worry crossed her face.

"Fewer than a hundred."

Orion exhaled quietly, relieved, but his nerves tightened.

The Garland Tribe's enchantment abilities indirectly confirmed that Ariel, the lord of Thunderwood Forest, was likely very powerful. Otherwise, Gareth wouldn't have tasked Orion with assisting her.

"Where is your tribe's home?"

Orion's tone was calm, devoid of aggression, which put Violet slightly at ease.

"In the southernmost part of Thunderwood Forest, amidst a sea of flowers. I came here at the invitation of Lord Ariel."

Orion narrowed his eyes, mentally mapping out the general layout of Thunderwood Forest.

"What is the name of the southern territory in Thunderwood Forest? Who rules it?"

Violet hesitated briefly but then answered.

"Lokiviria. It's the home of the Twin-Horned Green Insectfolk, ruled by their king, Lokiviria."

"Lokiviria?"

"Yes, Master. The Green Insect King's name is Lokiviria, and the territory is named after him."

Orion's eyes lit up, and his heartbeat quickened slightly.

He felt as though he had lifted a corner of the grand stage of this world, though he was not yet the main character on it.

"Who is the chieftain of your Garland Tribe? Has she been enslaved by Lord Ariel?"

Violet shook her head, then hesitated and nodded.

Orion frowned, clearly displeased by her ambiguous response.

Sensing his dissatisfaction, Violet quickly added, "Master, I don't know for sure!"

"But our chieftain is very respectful toward Lord Ariel. I think she might have been enslaved."

Orion nodded. That made sense.

A rare and special race like the Garland Tribe would never be left unchecked. If Ariel wasn't controlling them, he wouldn't have risen to his current position.

"What do you know about Lord Ariel?"

Violet thought for a moment, then sighed.

"Master, I've only seen Lord Ariel from a distance a few times. I don't know much about him."

Orion felt a twinge of disappointment at the lack of useful information.

But some things required patience.

He released Violet and gestured for the succubus warriors to escort her to his tent.

Once Violet had left, Orion turned to the three elders of the Stoneheart Horde with a serious expression.

"What do you think?"

Prophet Onyx took a sip of his drink and spoke in a low, steady voice.

"Chieftain, the Garland Tribe is indeed a peaceful race. In all my years of battle, I've never seen them participate in war."

"They didn't appear during our siege either."

"However, since they enchanted the enemy's walls, they are our enemies."

Orion nodded in agreement with Prophet Onyx's assessment.

He then turned to Rendall and Delilah, who both had no additional opinions to offer.

After a moment of thought, Orion decided to set aside the matter of the Garland Tribe for now.

"There are a few things we need to confirm together."

"First, the inventory of spoils. Aside from what the warriors took for themselves during the siege, I want Thunderhawk City stripped clean."

As Orion spoke, Delilah pulled two bagbird pouches from her panties and placed them on the table.

"This is the first batch of magical plants and crystal cores we've collected, including what we took from Reynard."

Orion extended his hand, channeling his bloodline power to absorb the pouches into his palm.

A quick glance revealed a large number of crystal cores, many of which were B-grade or higher.

In addition, there were hundreds of high-grade magical plants—far more than Orion had expected.

He looked at Delilah, who smiled and explained.

"One-third of the magical plants were contributed by Elan of the Skytalon Tribe."

Orion nodded. That made sense.

"And another third came from your new female slave."

At this, Delilah feigned sadness, wiping away imaginary tears.

Orion ignored her theatrics, his expression turning serious.

"Keep a close eye on the spoils. I don't want to hear about anything valuable slipping through our fingers."

Delilah nodded, her demeanor becoming more serious.

"Second, what do you think we should do with Thunderhawk City? Should we occupy it or abandon it?"

This was a critical decision, and it was why Orion had invited the three elders to discuss it.

Their choice would shape the horde's next moves.

"Chieftain, I think we should abandon Thunderhawk City!"

Orion wasn't surprised by Prophet Onyx's suggestion.

He gestured for Onyx to elaborate.

"Thunderhawk City is a valuable asset, but we don't have enough manpower to manage it."

"Occupying it would also go against our initial plan and disrupt our mobility and pace."

"I don't recommend holding onto Thunderhawk City."

Prophet Onyx was well aware that their elite force of 2,000 warriors wasn't enough to manage, build, or defend a city.

Orion remained silent, turning his gaze to Rendall.

Rendall finished his drink, smacked his lips, and spoke.

"Chieftain, I also think we should abandon Thunderhawk City."

"If we want to continue south, holding onto Thunderhawk City would mean splitting our forces, which would be dangerous."

Rendall's tone was heavy. He hadn't forgotten that Clymene had died because of a divided force.

If Clymene had stayed with Orion, she wouldn't have fallen.

Now that Rendall was fighting alongside Orion, he didn't want to be separated from him.

Rendall believed that if they faced mortal danger, he should die before Orion because Orion had immense potential and his future achievements were boundless.

Orion could hear the concern in Rendall's voice. He was worried that Orion might meet the same fate as his sister.

"And you?" Orion finally turned to Delilah.

"My dear chieftain, I agree with Prophet and Rendall."

"As long as we stay together, our strength will always be at its peak, and we can face any danger."

"I don't support occupying Thunderhawk City, nor do I support splitting our forces to move south."

Delilah's words were laced with charm, but her reasoning was sound.

Orion leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table as he considered their input.

The thoughts of the three elders surprisingly aligned with Orion's.

Of course, Orion sought their opinions not just for validation but to identify any blind spots he might have overlooked.

"My thoughts are the same as everyone else's—we won't occupy Thunderhawk City."

"My reasoning has four points. First, as Prophet Onyx mentioned, we simply don't have enough manpower."

"Second, Thunderhawk City isn't the target of our southern campaign. Our goal is to plunder resources, not seize territory."

"Third, now is not the right time to occupy it. If Lord Gareth is defeated, taking Thunderhawk City would be akin to digging our own graves."

"Fourth, as long as we continue to grow stronger, we can retake Thunderhawk City anytime we want."

"Next year, the year after that... every year we head south, we can raid Thunderhawk City again. Isn't that even better?"

To be honest, Orion was treating Thunderhawk City like a chicken farm—harvesting it annually. Why not enjoy the benefits repeatedly?

Orion's reasoning was clear and methodical, earning him the admiration of Prophet Onyx, Rendall, and Delilah. Their gazes were filled with respect.

"This is the chieftain I follow—truly farsighted!" Prophet Onyx thought, convinced that the Stoneheart Horde's future would be unimaginably powerful.

"If only Clymene were still here. The horde now is exactly what she dreamed of!" Rendall felt a pang of nostalgia as he looked at Orion's confident expression.

"This is my man—strong and brilliant!" Delilah's cheeks flushed as she gazed at Orion, her eyes brimming with admiration and desire. Her panties were already damp from her arousal, and she craved Orion's cock with an almost unbearable intensity. Not just her body, but even her thoughts were consumed by the idea of being taken by him—forcefully, passionately. She even fantasized about the pleasures of both her most intimate places being claimed.

"Now, let's discuss how to handle the prisoners from Thunderhawk City!" Orion's voice brought everyone back to the pressing matters at hand.

This was indeed a critical issue. Setting aside the other races inhabiting Thunderhawk City, there were over 20,000 gnolls alone. Compared to the 2,000 elite warriors Orion had brought from Moonshadow Valley, the sheer number of gnolls posed a potential threat. If they organized themselves, killed Dirtclaw, and united under a single banner, they could easily overwhelm Orion's forces.

"Delilah, I need you to quickly absorb the elite scouts from the gnoll tribe and make them truly loyal to you."

Delilah's expression turned serious. She understood Orion's meaning—"truly loyal" meant enslaving them, erasing any possibility of rebellion.

"To be honest, I don't think much of the gnoll bloodline warriors' strength," Orion continued. "But as cannon fodder, they'll do just fine."

"In the upcoming battles, the cannon fodder troops will be our main force. Once their numbers are reduced by more than half, we'll retreat to the Black Forest."

Orion's voice was calm yet commanding, exuding an undeniable authority.

"So, all the prisoners from Thunderhawk City, except for the women and children, will be conscripted into the cannon fodder troops."

"Rendall, I appoint you as the commander of the cannon fodder troops, with Dirtclaw as your deputy. You have seven days to organize them."

This was a critical task, and Orion had to entrust it to someone reliable. Having an Alpha-level warrior like Rendall lead the cannon fodder troops would not only deter any troublemakers but also boost morale and confidence among the ranks.

"Rest assured, chieftain. I will complete the task!" Rendall replied firmly.

Orion nodded and offered some additional guidance. "When organizing the cannon fodder troops, divide them into small squads. Assign a leader to each squad and provide them with special privileges."

"All squad leaders must sign slave contracts."

Given the current situation, only slave contracts could ensure Orion's peace of mind.

"I'll handle it as you instructed, chieftain!" Rendall promised.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Orion then turned his attention to Onyx. "Prophet, have you started mapping out our territory?"

If Delilah was responsible for supplies and reconnaissance, and Rendall managed the cannon fodder troops, then Prophet Onyx had been tasked with leading a group to map out the Stoneheart Horde's territory since they left the Black Forest.

Maps were invaluable.

"Rest assured, every piece of land we've traversed has been recorded," Onyx replied. "However, the magical plants, beasts, minerals, and racial distributions in each area are still based on rumors. We haven't had the chance to verify them yet."

Orion nodded. The specifics of resource distribution weren't the top priority right now and could be addressed later.

Although the Stoneheart Horde had long prepared for the Myriad Races Invasion, Orion still felt rushed. For instance, he had no clear idea of their next route.

Ideally, there would be multiple options to choose from. Unfortunately, for now, Orion could only temporarily settle in Thunderhawk City and wait for updates from Delilah and Dirtclaw.

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The impromptu meeting lasted late into the night before everyone finally left the command center.

Orion returned to his temporary tent. Although Thunderhawk City had a castle, neither Orion nor Onyx chose to stay there. Reynard had built the castle for smaller races, and it wasn't suitable for their kind.

Inside the tent, as the flap was lifted, the slave girl Violet trembled slightly.

A wicked smile curled on Orion's lips as he stepped forward, scooped up the trembling Violet, and tossed her onto the animal hides.

"Your Tribe doesn't have some ridiculous rule about not marrying outsiders, do they?" Orion asked, his tone teasing yet firm.

Violet, though nervous, answered truthfully. "No, we don't."

Orion lifted her chin with his hand, his gaze serious. "Remove the enchantment. Let me see your true face. I won't accept a woman whose real appearance I've never seen."

Violet stared into Orion's eyes, wanting to etch his face into her memory. "Is this the man who will be my future? A powerful giant!"

In the end, Violet resigned herself to her fate and dispelled the magic concealing her appearance.

A glow of magical light shimmered across her face, and moments later, a breathtakingly beautiful visage was revealed to Orion. Her beauty was indescribable, like a goddess descending to the mortal realm.

Orion was captivated, utterly entranced by Violet's stunning features.

Violet was even more exquisite and radiant than Delilah or Lilith. Her eyes held a natural gentleness that made her beauty all the more enchanting.

The next moment, Orion stripped Violet naked and used his already thick and large cock to press against her vaginal opening. He repeatedly pounded Violet's vagina with his sizable member. Her vaginal fluids dripped out like nectar.

Violet was much smaller than Orion, so her vagina was completely filled by his large cock at that moment. Fortunately, the nectar-like lubrication prevented any particular pain, instead providing a unique sense of satisfaction.

She was a virgin, and the feeling of being forcefully penetrated by such a large cock was something she had never even imagined before.

"Ah, ah, ow," Violet let out soft moans with each of Orion's thrusts.

"Don't hold back. Don't you like the feeling? We're alone together—you can scream louder and be more lustful!" Orion said.

Orion increased the frequency of his thrusts, and this time Violet could no longer hold back, beginning to moan loudly.

"Oh... oh... I... I can't hold back anymore..."

"You really are a sex slave with no patience! But it doesn't matter! You'll gradually get used to it and even come to love this feeling!"

However, just as Orion continued to pound Violet's vagina with his large cock, an accident occurred.

From the center of Violet's forehead, a brilliantly dazzling light shone forth—it was divine radiance.

"The audacity of a lowly giant to defile the seed I have sown!"

A cold, commanding female voice echoed, carrying an air of divine authority.

The moment the voice resounded, Orion immediately had a thought flash through his mind: A deity.

Being interrupted during such an intimate act ignited Orion's temper instantly. His fury surged like a wildfire.

Without hesitation, Orion activated his Titan' Rage and Berserk Aura, plunging himself into a state of unbridled rage.