Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 546

Chapter 546: My giant friend
“This is the domain of the Stoneheart Horde—belonging to the Giant King.”

Lysinthia’s voice carried a chill. She knew full well that even Twilight Viper and Clawpincher combined had failed to hold back the intruders; adding her own power wouldn’t improve their odds by much. Thus, she resorted to invoking the Giant King’s name.

On this continent, a “King” was synonymous with great might—and great might induces fear. Sure enough, the Merfolk in the water fell silent after Lysinthia spoke.

Moments later, that hoarse voice sounded again.

“Serpentfolk, this entire sea belongs to the Tidefang Clan. Even the Giant King has no right to occupy it.”

“I’ll say it again, leave this area.”

This time, the Merfolk’s voice carried a tangible pressure, edged with anger. The waves began to swell in response.

“This is Lysinthia City of the Giant King, and Mist Bay is our territory.”

Lysinthia’s tone turned just as frosty, taking a hard line against the Merfolk speaker.

“In that case, the only fate awaiting you is destruction.”

The Merfolk’s voice vanished, as did the whalesong. Mist Bay fell silent, yet Lysinthia understood danger was imminent.

“Come with me. We need to prepare to defend the city.”

Lysinthia turned away, her cold command echoing in Twilight Viper and Clawpincher’s ears.

…

Farther south, near the border between ogre and giant territory, the ogre Aldous loitered at the frontier, uncertain whether to advance or retreat. He hadn’t sensed the aura of his giant friend, Orion, which worried him as much as it pained him.

“You have no friends!”

“Now you listen to me!”

“We’ll ride back and smash them!”

The larger head of the two-headed ogre was practically roaring, spittle flying everywhere.

“Go back? You think you can beat the enemy?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know—you’ve nearly burned through all our transcendent power.”

“My giant friend must be in the north; he maintains another territory there.”

Aldous stared northward. It hadn’t occurred to him that Orion wouldn’t be in his southern domain.

“The ogres were ambushed—this is humiliation, absolute shame!”

The bigger head kept bellowing. In Bluehide’s world, no one escaped the ogre’s club; their foes should all have their heads smashed in.

“Let’s go. Pack some goods for trade, and we’ll head to Stoneheart City. As soon as word spreads that I’m in giant territory, it’ll reach my friend’s ears.”

After contemplating for a moment, Aldous made up his mind. The instant he showed his face in Stoneheart City, he trusted that Orion would get wind of it and come meet him. Then Aldous would ask his friend for help and reclaim his lost pride.

…

In the ogre territory, there was a passage leading from the human kingdom to the giant lands.

Roars—angry, resonating—echoed repeatedly, like the last cries of life from dragon beasts.

“Keep your distance—don’t kill them!”

“They’re worth more alive, these lizardfolk.”

“They’re gold mines. Some of them can shift into giant lizards—don’t you want a mount?”

In the distance, over a hundred guards had surrounded three lizardfolk, the entire security force of a human merchant caravan. On the outskirts of this group stood a human mage, already initiating a contract sigil.

“Never thought the ogre territory would have lizardfolk.”

“Master, what do we do now?”

The speaker was Wyatt; standing beside him were Torin and Mike. Behind them was a Stoneheart Horde giant squad of about twenty warriors. Torin had hired these giants in Stoneheart City at great cost to protect them.

“What else can we do? We have to wait for them to deal with the lizardfolk before we can move on.”

Torin seemed grim. He and his small party had been trailing this merchant group of a few hundred people in hopes of hitching a safer ride back to Soaring Bird City.

The scattered lizardfolk attacking the merchants only made Torin envious—he knew all too well that some powerful lizardfolk could shift into beast form, becoming formidable land mounts, every bit as capable as the Raptor mounts employed by the giant tribe.

“Those three lizard mounts—if they really manage to tame them, they’d fetch at least three hundred thousand gold coins.”

Mike watched the caravan guards wrangling the lizardfolk with undisguised envy. Mounts and gold were deeply tantalizing for Torin, who was chronically short on funds.

Torin glanced at the twenty curious giant bloodline warriors behind him, seeing their eagerness. But in the end, he swallowed his own greed.

“Let’s back away. Once they’ve finished sealing their contracts, we’ll continue traveling with them.”

In such a tense situation, any group coming too close to the merchant caravan could be mistaken for bandits. Torin was determined to avoid misunderstandings that might compromise his safe return to Soaring Bird City.

He motioned for Mike and Wyatt to fall back; both exchanged a glance of mutual desire before following Torin’s order.

As they withdrew, Torin patted the sword at his hip, wrapped carefully in animal hide—Arthur’s old weapon. But it was his now.

With his new knight inheritance, Torin was confident he’d reach Alpha level soon. Together with the Survivor’s Platform and the knight legacy, he was sure he would turn his fortunes around—if he could just buy enough time to grow.

…

Valkorath Realm, southern battlefront.

Pursuing that broodmother in its evolving form all the way south, Orion found himself near the sea but ultimately lost the trail. Along the chase, he had slain two more Legendary-level slime molds mutants, each one a decoy for the broodmother evolution.

“The slime molds layer extends deep below the waves. I can’t sense it anymore.”

Orion was frustrated. He had nearly seized the chance at Legendary equipment, only to watch the opportunity slip away.

After a moment’s thought, he ascended into the skies, preparing to inform Kraken of the broodmother evolution’s trail as a goodwill gesture.

“Kraken, the broodmother evolution slipped into the sea. I lost it. Feel like giving it a try?”

Kraken was quick to reply:

“It’s already reached the ocean?”

“Yeah, the broodmother evolution is cunning. I’ve killed three of its decoys in a row.”

Orion didn’t hide his efforts to hunt it down, giving Kraken a brief account of his pursuit and providing his current coordinates.

It wasn’t pure benevolence—once the broodmother evolution dove into the sea, Orion’s ability to track it dropped sharply. Without Kraken’s help, locating that creature would be nearly impossible.

“Thank you for the heads-up. I’ll head your way now!”