Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 673

Chapter 673: They’re fleeing
“How many Sea-Devouring Warships does the Stoneheart Horde wish to purchase?”

“Just now, Lireesa and Dain each pre-ordered twenty Sea-Devouring Warships.”

“Grand Duke Richard pre-ordered fifty. How many do you want?”

The white dragon Frostsire looked at Orion with a smile, quite expectant of the Stoneheart Horde’s order.

Orion glanced at Richard and the others, knowing what they were thinking—they definitely wanted to take this opportunity to gauge the Stoneheart Horde’s true strength and resources.

“The Stoneheart Horde will also pre-order twenty Sea-Devouring Warships!”

Orion uttered these words with some difficulty, as if the Stoneheart Horde was rather poor and would have to endure hard times to afford this batch of strategic assets.

In everyone’s perception, the Stoneheart Horde hadn’t been entrenched in the South for long; their foundation was surely not deep.

Orion’s current display of reluctance and strain made him seem like he was putting on a brave front.

In reality, Orion wanted to purchase as many as possible.

The Stoneheart Horde couldn’t manufacture something like the Sea-Devouring Warship at present.

But just because the Stoneheart Horde couldn’t, didn’t mean Orion lacked ideas or channels to perfect and modify the Sea-Devouring Warship.

The Survivor’s Platform had numerous goods, and Orion believed he could definitely find weapons and equipment compatible with the Sea-Devouring Warship there.

Furthermore, the Champions Alliance also had a mage demigod, Edward; never mind a mere Sea-Devouring Warship, even more complex things wouldn’t stump him.

However, Orion also knew that the Stoneheart Horde needed to maintain as low a profile as possible.

Orion’s combat power was evident; his personal high profile was to deter enemies.

The Stoneheart Horde’s current low profile was to reduce the covetous desires of enemies.

Besides, Sea-Devouring Warships were consumables. Later, during the invasion of the Sea Race, it would seem more normal to continue purchasing them from the Dragons under the pretext of damage.

“Hahaha… Good! Since the decision is made, let’s return to Whitecliff City. The performances from the past few days weren’t quite satisfying enough.”

“My Dragon race has captured a large number of Sea Race warriors, just right for your subordinates to get some practice.”

This situation was precisely the outcome the white dragon Frostsire desired.

The Dragon race’s objectives had been achieved: not only had they roped in allies, but they had also reaped a massive amount of resources.

A moment later, the Sea-Devouring Warship was retracted, and the group returned to Whitecliff.

…

Emerald Dream Realm, Red Moon Valley.

Battle erupted. A flock of human-headed, bird-bodied monsters from the sky attacked Lorelia City.

Bolts shot out from the arrow towers on the mountain peaks, bringing down some of the low-flying monsters.

High in the sky, wind blades and tornadoes howled continuously as Lumi and Gustalon took action to suppress the invading enemy.

On the city walls, everyone looked up, watching the enemies being constantly shot down, their thoughts varying.

“Desdemona, we’ll capture some alive for you. See if you can bewitch them and obtain some intelligence.”

“I can try!”

On the city wall, Clymene glanced at Balgor and Grendel, then issued an order.

“Vargrum, Mordak, Zorn, you three come with me. We’ll go to the valley near the arrow towers; there should still be live ones there.”

With that, Clymene led her subordinates over the city wall, and they quickly entered the ridges.

“Prophet, it seems there’s nothing we can do, is there?”

Dirtclaw, Lorelia, and Onyx stood together. All three were at Alpha peak, yet they were helpless against the enemies in the sky.

“With Warden Lumi and Gustalon here, these monsters won’t amount to much.”

“These dark creatures are just scouts, probing our defenses. The real enemy hasn’t appeared yet.”

Onyx looked up at the sky, guessing that the leader of these flying dark creatures must be a Legendary-level powerhouse.

That Legendary-level being hadn’t come personally, surely waiting for news, waiting until they had a clear understanding of the situation here before making a move.

“Let’s hope the Warden can deter those enemies.”

Onyx sighed with emotion. He didn’t fear war; his dejection stemmed from his inability to do anything about the battle in the sky.

“Haha… Dirtclaw, see that? I shot down several of those ugly big birds too!”

Lorelia held her longbow high, looking smug.

Lorelia wasn’t skilled in close combat, preferring to shoot hidden arrows from the shadows.

Therefore, the longbow in her hand had been specially chosen for her by Orion. It was an Alpha-level weapon, emphasizing destructive power and sufficient range.

The longbow in Lorelia’s hand was also the only piece of Alpha-level equipment that had come from Orion.

“Your Majesty the Queen, your archery is the best in the Stoneheart Horde!”

“In my eyes, you’re a divine archer, comparable to our master’s spear-throwing technique!”

Dirtclaw’s flattery rolled off his tongue easily.

Lorelia loved hearing such praise.

She reached out and patted Dirtclaw’s shoulder, her eyes smiling into crescent moons.

The smile on her face seemed to say: Dirtclaw, I’ll have your back from now on.

Dirtclaw had previously been in the cannon fodder troops, constantly living on the edge of death.

For his own life, and to sign contracts with cave spiders, Dirtclaw had always been currying favor with Lorelia.

It could be said that a large part of the credit for Dirtclaw surviving to awaken his bloodline was due to the cave spiders that had contracted with him and died in battle.

They had used their lives to make Dirtclaw who he was today.

Since advancing to Alpha-level and awakening his Hellhound bloodline, Dirtclaw himself was a powerful beast and no longer needed the assistance of cave spiders.

Despite this, Dirtclaw still greatly respected Lorelia.

The reason was simple: Dirtclaw had many offspring, and many kinsmen.

He himself might not need the aid of cave spiders, but that didn’t mean his offspring and kinsmen didn’t.

Dirtclaw knew better than anyone how much benefit a powerful cave spider could bring in battle.

“When our master arrives, we’ll report what happened today.”

“Then, we’ll make an example of these damn birds first.”

Like Onyx, Dirtclaw also felt dejected, frustrated by his inability to deal with the flying dark creatures.

Dirtclaw had advanced to Alpha peak; he had long wanted to show off his skills and see just how strong he had become.

Unfortunately, the enemies attacking this time were beyond the reach of his doggy paws.

“Right, tell the master to wipe out these monsters!”

Lorelia wasn’t fond of these strange birds either. Their appearance had made her little spiders feel threatened, causing them to scurry into the earth and crevices to hide.

“They’re fleeing!”

Just then, Onyx spoke up, alerting Lorelia and Dirtclaw to a change in the sky.

High above, after more than half their number had perished, the flock of strange birds finally scattered and fled in all directions.

With only Lumi and Gustalon in the sky, and too few horde personnel, it was difficult to chase down and kill them all.

Even if they used the pressure of Legendary-level powerhouses to intimidate them, some of the birds would still manage to break free.

“Let’s go back. They should have probed the defensive strength of Red Moon Valley. They probably won’t attack rashly again.”

Lumi materialized, gazing from afar at the fleeing birds, her expression still cool.

However, from Lumi’s words, one could sense a hint of lingering concern.