Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 337 Who’s our enemy?

"Bluehide, are you suggesting our next opponents will be the boarfolk?"

Gareth immediately seized on the key point and asked the question outright.

Bluehide nodded and spoke earnestly:

"A huge number of foreign races are pushing south. I think the Blood Elves are definitely prepared!

"The boarfolk are basically a subordinate race bred by the Blood Elves. They not only have Legendary-level powerhouses of their own, but they might also get help from the Blood Elves.

"If Lokiviria tries to invade boarfolk territory alone, they'll suffer heavy losses.

"That's why, in the western battlefront, I still suggest, Lord Jorik, that we pull Lokiviria and the insectoids onto our side. After all, they have a huge population—a perfect source of cannon fodder. And they're tough."

Lord Jorik frowned. It wasn't certain Lokiviria would agree to an alliance, given he hadn't done so before.

"Insectoid is a race that admires strength," Bluehide continued. "I think I can give it a shot. After all, I once beat him so badly he was picking his teeth up off the floor!"

Obviously, Bluehide's last comment was meant to flex his own accomplishments.

"I support Lord Bluehide's proposal," Orion said at that moment, stepping forward to speak. He appreciated Bluehide's idea. "Lord Jorik, right now, the stronger we are, the better. Any lord with real power is worth us approaching. It'll reduce our overall losses."

Lord Jorik's gaze swept around the group. Picking up on Orion's words, he continued, "All right then. We'll leave the task of recruiting Insectoid race to Lord Bluehide. Next, let's talk about how we're going to handle the boarfolk for this battle…"

…

The meeting went on for three days. After all, this operation called for several armies from very different races to fight side by side, and hammering out the details took time.

During these days of discussions, Orion and the other lords were occupied, but his subordinates were already taking action.

Delilah, for one, didn't struggle to find anyone she set her mind on meeting. In this season, the southern lands had no snow. So the only place covered in snow was Lumi's stomping ground.

"Well, my friend," Delilah said as she stepped into the swirling white, letting a snowflake land on her palm, "aren't you going to come out and greet me?"

She blew lightly on the flake, scattering it, and spoke with a playful smile.

"What do you want from me?"

A gust of snow-laden wind whirled by, and Lumi appeared amid the swirls of snow.

Looking up at the vigilant figure hanging in midair, Delilah took in Lumi's beauty—a stark contrast to the succubus kind of allure.

Lumi possessed a pure, pristine loveliness, while Delilah's was all seductive temptation. They are two opposite extremes.

"Life in a big makeshift camp—I don't know many other women here," Delilah said. "It's hard to find someone decent for conversation. But you... I wouldn't mind sharing a few words with you."

She didn't reveal her true motive. Instead, she chattered about casual topics that might interest women.

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"You may be powerful," Lumi replied, "but I have no interest in you."

With that, Lumi's form vanished back into the snow. Delilah stood there in the swirling white for a moment, then let out a gentle laugh and turned away.

As far as she was concerned, that Lumi had agreed to meet at all was already progress. Some relationships, and the emotions that come with them, need time to grow.

Compared to Lumi's aloof stance, another woman managed to surprise Delilah: Soraya of the Scorpion Tribe. Without any invitation from anyone, Soraya strolled into the Stoneheart Horde's makeshift camp looking to chat with Delilah.

They had crossed paths a few times in the past, so their conversation flowed freely. They didn't hold back, talking about everything from the invasion of Thunderwood Forest to the details of their personal experiences back then—even going so far as to ask Delilah how it felt making love with a giant.

Over time, Soraya and Delilah became close friends. However, once the meeting ended and Orion returned to his own camp, Soraya had already gone back to her people.

"The war has begun."

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Those were the first words Orion spoke upon entering his tent, making all his subordinates perk up with interest.

"Lord, who's our enemy?"

The question came from Rockwell, who, unable to contain his curiosity, raised a large hand to rub his own head.

Orion paid little heed. "We'll be up against the boarfolk first, but after that, we'll face races like the gnomes, beastmen, and giants!"

At Orion's opening mention, everyone seemed enthusiastic—until he mentioned giants. Right away, the mood turned grim.

"I just got this intel," Orion went on. "That unknown tribe of giants might be from Starveil or Shadowabyss. Neither are as large and muscular as my own kin, and they both have tusks and pointed ears. For some reason, they're in league with the Blood Elves. That's just my hunch—we'll have to see them in person to know for sure."

Despite keeping a calm demeanor, Orion felt inwardly astonished. He hadn't thought the southern region would harbor a giant lineage of any significant size.

According to Bluehide's descriptions of these two types of giants, Orion had promised he'd personally handle them without outside help. The other lords, sensing his resolve, readily agreed.

"Let's set aside the giants for now," Orion said. "Once we actually run into them, I'll make the call. For now, it's the boarfolk we need to worry about. We'll deploy 200K of our small spiders from the Horde. That should earn us some gains once the fight's done. I want our five cannon fodder troops to capture as many boarfolk as possible after we succeed in the invasion."

Delilah, Onyx, and the others nodded in agreement. Orion then laid out a few more operational details, explaining the current situation in full.

When they heard there were dozens of northern lords caught up in this growing conflict, they couldn't help but gasp. This north-south war involved so many lives that one could hardly keep track.

"Remember," Orion cautioned. "Once the battle starts, stick together. No going off on your own. Anyone who fights solo will be expelled from the Horde. Nobody is allowed to rescue a lone wolf."

His tone held a grave finality. Orion was clearly worried that his subordinates might underestimate the battlefield's brutality and cause unnecessary casualties.

Now, the war was set in motion—and any misstep could be fatal.