Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 309 Tell me everything you’ve observed
Lokiviria spoke in a booming, arrogant voice.
As a lord risen from among billions of insectfolk to reach the apex, it was impossible for him to be a fool. No matter how well Rowena tried to hide her intentions—no matter how cautious she was—he had clearly picked up on the clues. Yet, he simply didn't care.
In Lokiviria's mind, having his powerful son kill that giant one day seemed far more fitting—an even greater demonstration of insectfolk superiority.
Meanwhile, Rowena felt her hands and feet go cold, an icy dread seeping through her body.
Only moments ago, a lord had fixed his gaze on her, and she felt as though she'd died on the spot. That sense of powerlessness, of being at someone else's mercy, made Rowena realize she'd been too reckless—that she'd made a misstep. A lord wasn't someone a mere hero-level individual like her could manipulate.
"Rowena, keep it together. The lord before you is a Legendary-level fighter—being his woman means you're safe."
She kept telling herself to calm down, to maintain her composure. Moments later, Rowena was steady once more, aware that such a mindset was best for her child's sake.
"My dear, I'm certain our child will be the strongest of all!"
Those were the words Lokiviria loved hearing most. He broke into hearty laughter, gave Rowena a grin, and went back to listening to the little life forming inside her belly.
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Godforsaken Land, Central Region.
Eager to catch the grand finale, Orion and Rumbold had forced a faster march and arrived earlier than expected.
"Hey there, you two!"
Orion walked up, smiling as he greeted Leonidas and Arthas.
"Haha! Not bad for the seventh member of the Champions Alliance. This is your first time stepping out and look how fierce you are already!"
Leonidas sprang lightly into the air, landing on Orion's shoulder. He stared at Orion up close.
"I can smell blood on you, so I'm guessing you killed at least two Legendary-level toughies."
He leapt back down, half joking as he spoke. Orion froze for a second, but quickly relaxed and replied matter-of-factly,
"You're not wrong. That's about how it went."
Reaching out a forepaw, Leonidas gave Arthas's thigh a friendly pat—though it echoed like metal striking metal.
"See that? Straight shooter. Unlike you, always hiding some tidbit. You pregnant or something?"
Arthas merely nodded at Orion, then lifted a leg to punt Leonidas aside.
"Get lost with that nonsense. I'm not the one who's biologically inclined to pop out pups."
Orion watched, smiling. The fact that Leonidas and Arthas could jest so freely spoke volumes about the depth and warmth of their friendship. He figured they'd faced life-and-death challenges together more than once—otherwise they wouldn't be so relaxed, never mind that they were both arch lords. Discover more content at novelbuddy
As for Orion, back in the Stoneheart Horde, he was often forced to maintain a certain air of authority. Even his old friends among the giants rarely treated him purely like a pal anymore.
"This place is radiating some serious magical energy," Orion remarked. "Aren't you guys going to show me around?"
Arthas shook his head and pointed south.
"The enemy is drawing close. I need to keep an eye on them, so let Leonidas show you the heart of the region. There's a withered sapling of the World Tree there—worth a look."
At the mention of the World Tree and the siphoning magic array, Leonidas suddenly perked up like a clown on call, hopping around as though ready to perform.
"Hulk, come with me! I'll show you my big handiwork!"
Leonidas sprang ahead to lead the way. After giving Arthas a slight nod, Orion followed him deeper into the central region.
When Orion was finally out of sight, Rumbold—who had been standing silently to one side—spoke up.
"Master!"
"Mhm. Tell me everything you've observed—leave out nothing."
"Yes, sir."
Rumbold nodded, launching into a steady account. Starting with how he and Orion had invaded the eastern region, he described the goblins and night elves, as well as the three lords—Murktooth, Caleb, and Jarod. Going over every detail without rushing, he recounted the story at length.
After he finished, Rumbold stood like a silent skeleton behind Arthas.
"While Orion's scheming might still be a bit rough," Arthas muttered to himself, "the godforsaken land's races aren't exactly united to begin with. The plan had the perfect environment to work, so getting results is decent enough. At least it proves Orion's not some dullard."
Rumbold made no sound, like he'd entered a trance.
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"He can transform into a Titan, has that big-area attack skill, plus a pair of identical clones. Pretty versatile—good at both ranged and melee, not easily hamstrung by the environment.
Also, he's got both lightning-element and blood-based transcendent power. It's clear he can take care of himself."
Though Arthas didn't know the exact names of Orion's skills, Rumbold's explanation had given him a good idea. From that, Arthas arrived at a conclusion: Orion definitely possessed the strength to protect himself now.
"Rumbold, what's your personal impression of him?"
Rumbold's reply was calm.
"Lord Orion is a giant who's hard to dislike.
I found my interactions with him quite pleasant, and we developed a bit of a bond. That friendship really began after Orion gave me that Rebirth Stone."
Arthas didn't look back or press further. Rumbold, accustomed to Arthas's manner, went on.
"Orion's personality can be forceful; most of the time, he's not easily swayed. But in moments of crisis, he's willing to hesitate, to think about the bigger picture—he doesn't always insist on getting his way."
You could tell as much from Orion's first encounter with the goblin lord—he hadn't gone after Murktooth full-force.
"Orion's subordinates worship him with a near-fanatical fervor. Their discipline in battle is remarkably solid, which indirectly shows Orion's skill at running things."
Rumbold kept going, elaborating on his thoughts in detail, since his assessments would be important to Arthas.
"He's not averse to killing. He's neither clearly good nor clearly evil—more of a pragmatist…"