Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Whitecliff, Colosseum.

Watching the Giant Bloodline Warrior battling the Sea Race creature in the arena, Orion's heart was calm and untroubled.

Since they would have to face them sooner or later, it was better to let his kinsmen understand the Sea Race creatures' general knowledge and combat methods in advance.

"Giant King Orion, Mr. Richard, I have a matter about which I seek your enlightenment."

A moment later, after the battle concluded, the white dragon Frostsire, who had been watching the duel, withdrew his gaze and looked at Orion.

"Please speak!" Orion said with a smile. His kinsman had slain the Sea Race warrior, and he had won a small bet, gaining some resources from the white dragon Frostsire and Grand Duke Richard.

"Last year, the Humans, the Stoneheart Horde, and the Ogres jointly invaded the territory of the lizard(lizardfolk). Is this true?"

"It is true. I personally slew their Lord Ssorin."

Hearing this, Orion's eyebrow twitched slightly. He looked into the white dragon Frostsire's eyes, meeting his gaze.

Could it be that the lizard there have connections with the Dragon race? Unconsciously, this thought surfaced in Orion's mind.

"Then do you know that those lizard are a vassal race of the Dragons?"

"I did not!"

At this, the smile on Orion's face quickly vanished. He understood now: the white dragon Frostsire was calling him to account.

"Then can you tell me how those lizards offended the Stoneheart Horde?"

The white dragon Frostsire's tone grew progressively colder. The initially harmonious atmosphere of the banquet became oppressive.

Grand Duke Richard, Grand Elder Lireesa, and Dain the Dwarf remained silent. What was different was that Richard's face had also darkened slightly.

That the Lizard tribe was allied with the Dragons had been evident on the central battlefield during the North-South War.

Back then, Prince Theodore had agreed to ally with the Stoneheart Horde and the Ogre race precisely to eliminate those lizards.

However, the Human Kingdom had not informed Orion or Aldous that this particular Lizard tribe was a vassal race of the Dragons.

Orion was no fool. Upon hearing the white dragon Frostsire's questioning, he immediately understood that he and Aldous had been used by the Human Kingdom.

In the current situation, it was less that the white dragon Frostsire was accusing Orion, and more that he was reminding Orion.

The white dragon Frostsire's purpose in doing this was to sow discord between the Stoneheart Horde and the Human Kingdom, to plant seeds of suspicion and conflict between the two races.

Creating a rift between these two races, thereby damaging or breaking the alliance between the Stoneheart Horde and the Human Kingdom, was beneficial to the Dragons.

As long as the Human Kingdom, Stoneheart Horde, Blood Elves, and Dwarves weren't tightly united, they wouldn't pose a threat to the Dragon race.

Orion glanced at Grand Duke Richard. The latter was looking down, lost in thought, his face expressionless, saying nothing.

"Those lizards, or lizardfolk, invaded Ogre territory, disrupted the Stoneheart Horde's trade routes to the Human Kingdom, plundered our caravans, and killed some Giants."

"Dragon Emperor, is this reason sufficient?"

Orion knew very well that the white dragon Frostsire merely needed a plausible reason on the surface.

The Dragon race wouldn't jeopardize the newly established alliance against the Sea Race for a destroyed Lizard tribe.

"If that's the case, then those lizardfolk got what they deserved. This matter is hereby closed."

The white dragon Frostsire laughed heartily, glancing at Orion and Richard respectively.

"Next, it's the Human warriors' turn to face the Sea Race warriors. Mr. Richard, it's your play."

"Giant King Orion, would you care to join me for another round?"

Orion nodded, a warm smile on his face, agreeing to the wager.

Grand Duke Richard extended three fingers, made a gesture to the guard behind him, then looked up at the white dragon Frostsire, his face wreathed in a humble smile.

"Dragon Emperor, Your Majesty, since it is a Human knight entering the arena this round, why don't I act as the banker? I will cover both your and Orion's wagers."

"Good!"

"Very well!"

The white dragon Frostsire and Orion agreed one after another. The Dragon race, Human race, and Stoneheart Horde all seemed somewhat inscrutable at this moment.

This strange feeling was most keenly felt by Lireesa, the Blood Elf Grand Elder.

"What in the world is happening?"

"The Dragons have returned, their strength abundant, incredibly tyrannical; the Humans have a deep foundation, are master schemers, their true intentions hard to discern; even the newly risen Stoneheart Horde is exceptionally intelligent, especially that Giant. He's too clever; he has completely changed my perception of Giants."

The situation on the southern continent was becoming increasingly unpredictable. Lireesa found she could no longer grasp or see through it.

"First the North-South War, now this conflict between land and sea... can the Blood Elf race truly find peace?"

Watching Frostsire, Orion, and Richard smiling and toasting each other, Lireesa felt that the Blood Elves were utterly powerless before these cunning figures.

Half an hour later, the battle in the arena ended.

The Human knight died in the arena; the Sea Race warrior was victorious. Frostsire and Orion also won a handsome sum of resources.

As Orion accepted the resources handed over by Richard, he could almost see fresh, steaming blood on the storage pouch.

That last round, rather than a wager, was more like a gift.

Grand Duke Richard, using the arena wager as a pretext, was presenting gifts to Frostsire and offering an apology to Orion.

The Humans had exterminated the Lizard tribe and occupied their territory. Presenting gifts now was a way of bowing to the white dragon Frostsire, hoping to erase any future repercussions from this incident.

Similarly, Grand Duke Richard was also apologizing to Orion, using resources to compensate for the Humans concealing the true identity of that Lizard tribe from the Stoneheart Horde.

Orion and the white dragon Frostsire accepting the gifts signified that the matter was closed.

This was a tacit agreement reached among the Human, Dragon, and Stoneheart Horde factions in a short period.

As for the Lizard tribe that was now history and the Human knight who had died in battle, they were merely sacrifices.

This was an unspoken understanding among those involved in the situation.

Thus, the banquet continued, with various schemes and maneuvers constantly unfolding.

Meanwhile, in the special structure known as the Dragon Nest, while Orion was perfunctorily dealing with the white dragon Frostsire and the others, the christening here was already entering its final stage.

In the square of the Dragon Nest, many dragon egg-like cocoons had formed.

Encased within these "dragon eggs" were the elite warriors from the various races.

Dace, Otho, Beyn, Torba, and Ursa were among them. Under the christening of the mysterious power, they had achieved the enhancement they desired.

In the center of the square, an egg glowing with a blood-red light was constantly shaking; someone was struggling within.

Dace felt incredibly comfortable. Since the day he was born from his mother's womb, he had never felt so wonderfully content.

The sensation of being enveloped in light, his entire being immersed in liquid, was an addictive comfort that he couldn't extricate himself from.

The feeling of his strength being enhanced, the limits of his potential and talent being broken, was unforgettable.

"Believe in me... accept the christening... enhance your bloodline..."

"Roar..."

However, just as Dace felt at his most comfortable, a dragon's roar seemed to echo in his sea of consciousness.

The dragon's roar rose and fell, intermittent and elusive.

For a moment, Dace felt as if he had transformed into a great dragon, soaring through the sky, breathing dragon fire.

"No... I am not a dragon... I am a Giant!"