Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 363 Plan for the attack

After the burst of light faded, Arthur now wore a suit of battle armor, looking noticeably more imposing and broad-shouldered.

"The honor of knights must never be defiled. I will defend it!"

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With that declaration, Arthur became a golden streak, charging straight at Drakthul. Midway, he slashed out a sword beam that forced back the Alpha-level ogre poised to chase after Galahad.

"Coal knight, go help Arthur!"

Princess Ava turned and gazed at Arthur, transformed into the gleaming knight in gold. This was the most powerful, most valiant protector she had ever known.

"Princess Ava, we have to get out of here, or all Sir(knight) Arthur's efforts will be wasted."

Coal knight Galahad hacked his way through the cave spiders that blocked him, then hauled Princess Ava onto a beast-blood mount.

He held his sword sideways and sliced the horse's flank. The startled mount kicked into a gallop, speeding toward the human kingdom in a desperate attempt to escape.

"Arthur!"

Giant Elder Drakthul's keen ears perked when he heard the word "princess" from Galahad's mouth, and his eyes practically lit up.

During his march here, Drakthul had picked up plenty of rumors, one of which was that the human kingdom was in a fierce war on the central front.

"A human princess… If I take her back, my lord might find her very useful!"

With this thought, Drakthul let out a snarl, hefted his spiked club, and charged off in pursuit.

"Gurulu, this human is all yours!"

The Alpha-level ogre roared his acknowledgment.

Gurulu was Aldous's mightiest kin and among the strongest of the Alpha-level ogres. Even with Arthur's power boosted, he still couldn't flat-out dominate Gurulu in combat.

Hence, Drakthul peeled away, chasing after Princess Ava, while the ogre Gurulu kept Arthur pinned down. The battlefield split in two.

Astride the beast-blood mount, coal knight Galahad could sense Drakthul following.

"Princess Ava, ride for the kingdom—don't look back!"

He spun his horse around and charged at Drakthul.

"Coal knight!"

Princess Ava cried out, but she neither stopped nor turned. She knew perfectly well that Arthur and Galahad were risking their lives so she could survive.

This was a chance encounter between 20K human regulars and a coalition of spiders and ogres—and the result was plain. The humans were annihilated. Cave spiders and ogres lost their share of fighters, too, though nobody knew precisely how many, since their fallen were quickly devoured by more spiders and ogres arriving on the scene.

Splatter!

Arthur battled the ogre for half an hour, but in the end, he couldn't escape his fate. He wasn't killed directly by the Alpha-level ogre; instead, he was swarmed by a mass of cave spiders and ogres and beaten to death. Even in hero-grade armor, he couldn't handle so many foes at once.

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An ogre brought down a bone club on his head, smashing it to pieces.

"So…does my story, my legend, end here?"

"My beloved Princess Ava, did you escape in time?"

"Remain steadfast in faith, defend honor… I… I've reached the end!"

That final spark of consciousness vanished into darkness.

Right before death, Arthur never saw any glimpse of divine radiance.

Meanwhile, coal knight Galahad was no match for Giant Elder Drakthul. The raw difference in physicality was insurmountable; a human Alpha-level was typically weaker than a giant Alpha-level.

Still, Galahad got lucky. Fighting as he fled, once he came upon a raging river, he hurled himself in headlong. The current swept him off, leaving his fate uncertain.

Not too far from the battlefield's center, a bitter, chilling wind stirred. Princess Ava let her hair be tossed about, struggling to understand why humanity had been driven to the brink. Not only had the kingdom's Grand Duke and His Majesty gone to the front lines, but even her Rose Knight Regiment was deployed, and now both of her chief knights' fates were unknown.

Thud!

As Princess Ava grappled with these thoughts, her horse suddenly stumbled, sending her flying and knocking her unconscious.

A small squad of Starveil Giants stepped from the trees on either side of the path.

"Looks like Elder Drakthul was right—someone did try to flee this way."

"So, what now? We cook this human woman, or bring her back to Elder Drakthul?"

After some debate, the group of giant bloodline warriors decided not to kill Princess Ava on the spot, sparing her from immediate death. Instead, they tied her up and carried her back to the Northern Coalition's camp.

At that moment, several lords of the Northern Coalition were gathered in a makeshift tentsite.

"We're not far from the Blood Elves' City of Blessings now. So everyone, what's our plan for the attack?"

This was the last objective of the western front assault. If they took this city, it would shape the entire conflict's trajectory: the coalition could either remain in the west or pivot to the central zone, pressing into human territory.

"We can't just attempt a forceful siege of the City of Blessings. Our best bet is to lay siege for a short while without attacking."

Orion's calm voice rang across the temporary command post, drawing the attention of the other five lords.

"Lord Orion," Jorik asked, eyes fixed on him, "can you explain what you have in mind?"

Though Master Jorik's bearing was outwardly composed, the closer they got to this last big fight, the more on edge he became.

"Lord Jorik, lords all—don't forget:

We're operating here on the western front. This isn't the central theater, nor where the main battle will be decided.

The one who'll truly decide the outcome of this war isn't us; it's Arch-Lord Frostsire.

If Frostsire defeats the top forces of the humans, Blood Elves, and dwarves, that means we effectively win.

But if Frostsire loses, even if we capture all the Blood Elves' territory, how do you think we'll hold off the humans and dwarves when they counterattack?

"All we need to do next is encircle the City of Blessings, preventing them from sending reinforcements to the other theaters. That alone fulfills Frostsire's directive.

Once word comes that Frostsire has claimed victory, the City of Blessings will collapse easily.

Of course, there's another possibility: the Blood Elves might abandon their advantage behind the city walls and sally out to face us directly. That's their only shot at winning and supporting the other two theaters."