Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 330 Don’t let our lord down

Time flew by, and over half a month slipped past.

Near the void passage, Orion finally sensed that awe-inspiring sacred power again. In a brief moment of disorientation, he was pulled back to his own Blackstone City.

At the same time, a light rain began to fall. It was the first rain of spring, and its arrival signaled the end of the dark beast tides.

Boom, rumble!

Feeling the raindrops pattering against him, Orion transformed into lightning and thundered across the skies over Blackstone City. The sight and sound of swirling lightning and thunder announced Orion's return.

All of the Alpha-level warriors in the Horde looked up with broad smiles, staring at Orion's silhouette overhead, eyes blazing with fervor.

"Council meeting in half a day!"

Orion's voice resonated far and wide, reaching every corner of the city—filling all his people with a sense of reassurance.

"Yes, my lord!"

"Got it!"

"…"

These responses echoed throughout Blackstone City.

Half a day later, the elders had all gathered. Even Spider Queen Lorelia crawled out of her underground fissure to attend the council meeting.

Orion swept his gaze across the group, then looked to the table at the center of the hall. Resting on top were eight wooden boxes.

Inside each wooden box lay an Alpha-level dark source crystal. Every elder in attendance—council elders included—stared at them with burning anticipation.

Orion reached out, and two of the boxes lifted into his hands.

"We have eight Alpha-level resources total. I'm taking two for my own cultivation."

Having said that, he waved his hand, sending another two boxes floating toward Delilah.

"Store these two in our treasury. Whichever warriors earn enough merit can come and exchange for them."

"As for the remaining four, our four senior elders will distribute them according to our resource ranking."

In an instant, excitement flared among the gathered crowd. All eyes turned to Delilah, Onyx, Rendall, and Thundar. The four made no attempt to conceal anything, taking out a record book for all to see and cross-checking the results.

After a short pause, Rendall announced the names.

"This round's four elders receiving Alpha-level resources are: Volthun, Gronthar, Ursa, and Hammerhoof."

Volthun is the Horde's shaman, with expertise not only in bloodline healing spells but also in forging. Even though he hadn't personally fought in recent battles, he'd accomplished a great deal for the Horde in other ways.

With a quick gesture from Orion's hand, one of the wooden boxes zipped over to Elder Volthun.

"I don't need to explain Elder Volthun's contributions. Most of you here have been treated by him at some point, and the leather armor and plate you're wearing now—plenty were made by him."

Next came Gronthar. Though he served in the cannon fodder troops, he had racked up quite a few notable achievements. Ever since Gronthar joined the Horde, his strength had technically met the requirement to rank up; he'd simply lacked the merits. After numerous fights, however, he had proven himself in battle time and again.

Ursa's case hardly needs an introduction: she'd lost an arm and only regained it thanks to a special healing potion that Arch Elder (Rendall) procured from Orion. Once healed, Ursa joined the counterattack against the dark beast tides without hesitation.

Hammerhoof was less famous, but he'd been drifting between the cannon fodder troops and the Hunting Party for ages. Whenever there was fighting, he was close by, ready to charge in.

No one could dispute the merits these four elders had earned.

"Elders, I want more of you in the running for Alpha-level resources, because that's how our Horde grows stronger.

"It's a shame that out of the last three resources we handed out, none of the elders who received them made a successful breakthrough.

"Keep training. Keep fighting. Don't let our lord down!"

Unfortunately, those three elders—Slate, Samson, and Vespera—had all failed in their recent attempts to advance, which even Orion hadn't anticipated.

Next, the meeting moved on to the distribution of supplies and assigning of duties. Half a day later, all the elders below Alpha-level automatically took their leave from the council hall.

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Orion glanced around at those who remained: Lilith, Delilah, Lysinthia, Onyx, Rendall, Rockwell, Thundar, Earthshaker, Slagor, and Lorelia were all present.

"We won't have to wait many days…"

Roar!

Before Orion could finish, an ancient-sounding voice boomed across Blackstone City.

"Orion, Giant King—I am Frostsire, the white dragon. I hereby invite you: in half a month's time, join me in heading south to claim richer lands for your people."

Rumble...

Orion shot into the sky in a flash of lightning, staring into the heavens. But that mighty dragon roar was already fading, traveling off to the south.

Onyx, Rendall, and the others hurried out of the hall, looking skyward.

"That dragon's roar was terrifying! For a second, I thought my heart stopped beating!"

"A lord from the north, maybe?"

"That aura sure felt stronger than most lords I've heard of!"

"…"

Moments later, Orion returned in a crackle of lightning.

"All right, back inside—let's carry on."

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Once again seated in the council room, Orion wore a more somber expression.

"As you saw, we'll be heading south to invade—under the leadership of the white dragon Frostsire."

There was a respectful note in Orion's tone, as Frostsire held the rank of arch lord and was owed due deference. And that dragon had shown no sign of causing Orion trouble, not even slowing down. Clearly, Frostsire held a certain esteem for Legendary level beings.

"Orion, may I ask what level that white dragon is?"

It was Rendall speaking—he was the only one who could address Orion so directly.

"He's an arch lord, right at the peak."

"You heard that dragon roar. He's a white dragon who's lived for thousands of years."

"Once we march south, I have a feeling we'll go pretty far. Any lord in this region who isn't an idiot will likely choose to follow him. And his interests don't conflict with ours."

Some in the room grasped Orion's final point, while others didn't. An arch lord definitely has a territory of his own. If Frostsire wants to invade the south, it can only mean one thing: his territory lies somewhere down there. Exactly where, nobody knew.

"My lord, so this is like our last invasion of the Godforsaken Land—we'll just be one among many forces heading south?"

This was Onyx, recalling that big campaign into the Godforsaken Land.