Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Do your best
Night fell, and news of Orion’s return to Blackstone City spread. In keeping with tradition, a grand bonfire celebration was held.

Orion appeared before the crowd and introduced his ‘youngling plan,’ which received the support of many of his kin.

Amidst the crowd, a voice, tender and youthful, rose.

“Mother, I’m Lord’s disciple! I must go to Stoneheart City! I will make my mentor proud and bring glory to the Giant Tribe!”

Rolan, no longer lacking in meat and occasionally consuming Dark Source Crystals, had grown significantly taller. His strength had reached the peak of the elite level, just one step away from reaching hero level.

“Go ahead, my child, your mother agrees!” his mother replied.

“But once you’re there, you must always heed Lord’s words, listen to the counsel of our people, and never neglect your studies.”

Rolan’s mother gazed at him with eyes full of love. Though he was not yet an adult, she understood well that wherever Rolan went, the horde would keep a watchful eye on him.

As Lord’s disciple, Rolan’s path would be one of both challenges and glory.

Rolan’s mother gently caressed her belly; she was pregnant again and could no longer care for him as she once did. She had made up her mind—helping Rolan grow independent as soon as possible was the best way.

“Rolan, you must strive for greatness. Don’t let Lord’s expectations of you go unfulfilled!”

She patted his head, her eyes filled with both reluctance and hope.

He was her son, and one of the most talented giants among the younger generation of Blackstone Tribe.

“Rolan, do your best!”

“I hope your achievements will surpass your father’s, and that you will become Lord’s trusted supporter, bringing pride to our people whenever your name is spoken.”

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Orion stayed in Blackstone City for three days before heading south alone to inspect the territory.

Thunder rumbled as it started from the Black Forest, crossed the Poison Dragon Swamp, and lingered near the boundary of the Desolate Plains. Only when he sensed the presence of Ironhoof did he continue south, reaching Half-Moon Lake, then turning toward Thunderpeak Mountain.

Two weeks later, Orion arrived at the location of Eagle Nest on Thunderpeak Mountain.

At the entrance of the palace, Slagor, accompanied by over a hundred harpies, waited to greet him.

“My lord!”

Slagor stepped forward, his face beaming with a wide smile.

Orion nodded and, with Slagor by his side, made his way into the Eagle Nest.

Eagle Nest was a hollow structure shaped like a bird’s egg.

Slagor waved, signaling his subordinates to stay outside, leaving only himself and Orion to enter.

“The Eagle Nest, just a few years ago, seemed like an unreachable place to us,” Orion mused, looking around the complex structure. “I never imagined it would become part of our Stoneheart Horde.”

Slagor bowed with respect. “It is Lord’s radiance that has blessed this place.”

Orion glanced at him, his tone indifferent. “Don’t flatter me.”

“You’re the most familiar with the Poison Dragon Swamp, Half-Moon Lake, and Thunderwood Forest. I trust you to guard this place.”

Slagor chuckled, silent but content. His loyalty to Orion was guaranteed by their contract, and he was more than satisfied with the trust Orion had placed in him.

“Are the harpies outside reliable?” Orion asked, his concern clear.

“Rest assured, these harpies were bred here in the Eagle Nest. They have no connection to the previous harpy tribe(clan),” Slagor explained quickly.

Eagle Nest was once the domain of Lord Ariel, who had used it to enhance the harpies’ bloodline, granting them the ability to fly. Now, under Stoneheart Horde’s control, it was being used again to breed more harpies.

Orion nodded, turning to Slagor.

“In that case, I have a task for you,” Orion said, his voice steady. “Use the harpies as a base to create an aerial army of over ten thousand.”

Slagor was stunned, and Orion continued, “I’ll speak to the Arch Elder, and all the tribute from Thunderwood Forest over the next ten years will be allocated to you.”

Slagor was impressed. He had previously created a cannon fodder troop, but now, with such an important task, it was clear the weight of responsibility on his shoulders had increased.

“One more task,” Orion added. “Don’t let the newly bred harpies sit idle. Organize them to patrol the northern border of our territory.”

Orion looked at the harpies outside and then turned back to Slagor, entrusting him with even more authority.

“My lord, I will order them to patrol immediately,” Slagor said, his voice firm with resolve.

Orion nodded without further comment, allowing Slagor to continue showing him around the Eagle Nest.

—

Half a day later, Orion continued his journey south. He released his aura freely as he passed through the border region, marking his presence.

He then veered west, crossing Thunderwood Forest and heading into the desert.

Orion’s inspection of the territory was deliberate—he wanted the surrounding lords to feel his presence and be reminded of his power. It was both a warning and a reminder.

At the boundary of Thunderwood Forest and the desert, Orion stopped at a bay. He knew this place—it was Mist Bay, the lair of the broadskull ravens that had once attacked Blackstone City.

Mist Bay was surrounded by red mangroves, the dwelling place of the plague ravens. The bay was constantly shrouded in mist, its underwater world both mysterious and dangerous. As Orion gazed out over the bay, his mind wandered to the Sea Tribe.

“Perhaps, in the future, the Stoneheart Horde’s naval power will be centered here.”

Indeed, looking at Mist Bay, Orion couldn’t help but think of how to cultivate a water-based military force for the Horde.

The bay’s unique geography made it an ideal training ground for naval forces.

Orion sighed. Currently, he had no pure aquatic units, only swamp crocodiles from the Swamp Tribe, who were amphibious at best.

Thunder rumbled again as Orion swept over the desert. Most of the scorpions from the Scorpion Tribe had settled in the southern part of the desert, leaving the region quieter.

He didn’t linger long, moving north again and spending a few days traveling to the Abyssal Chasm.

There, he met Gurnar, the fiend serpent who had surrendered. Unlike Ridi, who had once attacked Blackstone City, Gurnar seemed more composed, rational, and calm—likely why Gareth had left him behind to oversee matters.

Gurnar reported on the progress of breeding fiend serpents in two serpent pits, which satisfied Orion.

Afterward, Orion pressed on northward.

Before even reaching the northern ice plains, Orion encountered Lumi, who appeared in the midst of the snowstorm. Compared to before, Lumi’s presence was far more powerful.