Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Horn of Harvest
Leonidas: “Damn it, those disgusting slimes—their invasions are getting fiercer again!”

Alexander: “Leonidas, how about we team up when you get a breather and take down the slime molds’ brood mother together?”

Leonidas: “Let me get through this wave first!”

Arthas: “The worst of the surge is over. Hulk took out two upper-tier Legendary-level slime molds over here—probably scared them off.”

Kraken: “Wow! He killed two upper-tier Legendary-level enemies in a row?”

Arthas: “Yeah… Hulk’s already hit Legendary-level peak!”

Leonidas: “Squiddy (Kraken), hold the line and keep pushing!”

Kraken: “Big boss, I’m doing my best!”

Edward: “Don’t let your guard down—the slime molds’ onslaught isn’t over yet!”

…

After carefully reading through his allies’ chat, Orion gained a clearer picture of the overall situation.

Hulk: “A big part of why I’ve progressed so fast is thanks to Arthas’s support!”

Leonidas: “You bastard, Arthas—are you cheating for Hulk just to get Legendary gear?”

Arthas: “Kiss my ass. Not everyone’s as stingy as you.”

Arthas: “Besides, the Deputy Commander hasn’t set any restrictions.”

Edward: “Advancing to Arch Lord is the benchmark. I only care about results, not the process.”

Arthas: “See? The Deputy Commander’s spoken. Haven’t you faced reality yet?”

Leonidas: “Arthas, just you wait!”

…

The back-and-forth between Arthas and Leonidas left Orion both amused and exasperated. Meanwhile, Kraken, who must have been incredibly envious upon hearing Orion had reached Legendary-level peak, hadn’t said a word since.

Just then, Orion noticed a private message from Arthas.

“Come to Bone City tomorrow when you’ve got a moment!”

Orion’s eyes narrowed slightly. Arthas hadn’t specified what it was about, which puzzled him.

“Alright, I’ll be there first thing tomorrow!”

Trusting Arthas implicitly, Orion agreed without hesitation.

After wrapping up with Arthas, Orion initiated a trade with Leonidas, sending over a clump of Legendary-level life essence.

“Bro, you’re seriously a genius with crazy potential. I’ve got to admit privately—you’re a cut above Kraken. Results this fast? Impressive.”

Leonidas spoke freely, unrestrained among close friends.

“Bro, you’ll have to wait a bit for the other life essence. I’m keeping one clump on hand for emergencies.”

“No worries, just let me know when you’ve got it. My losses here are pretty heavy. If it weren’t for the bigger picture, I wouldn’t even ask.”

Orion believed him. Leonidas’s urgent need for life essence likely meant several of his Legendary-level subordinates had fallen.

In the Valkorath Realm, aside from survivors like Orion, most Legendary-level fighters weren’t overwhelmingly powerful and lacked trump cards. Many couldn’t take on foes above their rank or handle multiple enemies at once.

Losses were inevitable when facing fungal creatures, especially for Leonidas’s beast subordinates, who took time to replenish once lost.

After finishing with Leonidas, Orion turned to the last person who’d messaged him—Julius Caesar, who’d been absent for a while.

“Big boss, you there?”

“Big boss, do you have any medicine that can regrow limbs?”

…

Caesar had sent eight messages in total, all asking about buying medicine. After some thought, Orion pulled a bottle of healing potion from his storage ring and initiated a trade with Caesar. Having opened plenty of survivor chests, he’d amassed a decent stash of miscellaneous items, including some high-quality healing potions. He decided to gift one to Caesar.

Caesar accepted the trade, indicating he was online.

“This potion should regrow severed limbs after you take it. It’s yours.”

“Are you the one who got hurt?” Orion asked, showing concern—for both Caesar’s sake and his own. Caesar had a knack for luck, often stumbling across valuable items. Orion hoped to benefit from that in the future.

And if Caesar proved to have enough potential and decent character, Orion wouldn’t mind investing in him, much like Arthas had once invested in Orion.

Orion’s journey to this point had been bolstered by significant help, especially from his Champions Alliance allies—along with Aerin, Scarecrow, and others. Over time, he’d come to appreciate the value of friendship.

“A heartfelt thank you! I ran into a red dragon while out on a mission—lost a leg and an arm!”

Orion was speechless, offering silent sympathy. Red dragons, a branch of the dragon clan, were typically formidable.

Most adult red dragons were Legendary-level. For Caesar to escape with his life, it must have been an Alpha-level dragon with impure blood.

After a few more words of comfort, Orion shifted his focus, musing to himself:

“The winter in Black Forest is coming soon. Scarecrow should be taking a break, right?”

As if on cue, just as Orion thought of Scarecrow, the Survivor’s Platform pinged with a delayed trade notification—Scarecrow had listed grain for sale. Orion glanced at the prices; they hadn’t gone up a bit. He swept up everything Scarecrow had listed and sent a message.

“Friend, war’s broken out on my end. I’m in dire need of grain.”

Scarecrow didn’t reply but promptly listed more grain for Orion, who didn’t hesitate to buy it all.

“I’ve sold you all my reserves. The rest I’ve got to keep for other friends—hope you understand!”

True to form! That was Orion’s take on Scarecrow. This wasn’t their first trade; they’d grown familiar with each other.

“I get it. I’m already thrilled to snag this much grain!”

After replying, Orion initiated a trade, gifting Scarecrow a batch of C-grade crystal cores. Accepting them, Scarecrow returned the gesture, trading Orion a stash of magical grain. These fell into the category of magical plants—regular consumption could boost magical affinity.

But it didn’t end there. After the grain trade, Scarecrow sent Orion an invitation:

[Scarecrow invites you to join the Horn of Harvest public channel. Accept?]

Orion didn’t hesitate, opting to join.

“This channel’s got a ton of grain merchants. You can hit them up for grain. Just a heads-up: the folks here are a mixed bag, so watch yourself and don’t get scammed!”

No doubt, this was a new circle—a network of grain traders. It was a resource, a pipeline. Scarecrow pulling Orion into the Horn of Harvest was a huge favor.

“Thanks a ton!”

Orion expressed his genuine gratitude. Scoring a new grain-buying channel was a pleasant surprise for the day.

“Buying grain—any type. Serious sellers, hit me up privately or start a delayed trade.”

Orion posted a request in the Horn of Harvest public channel. After waiting a few minutes with no bites, he logged off the Survivor’s Platform.