Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 380 Mammoth

"Submit, or die!"

"Fiend serpent Gurnar is willing to submit!"

Orion gazed at the Alpha-level powerhouse, fiend serpent Gurnar, and nodded in satisfaction.

Here was the Abyssal Chasm. Ever since Gareth moved to the Thunderwood Forest, fiend serpent Gurnar had been guarding this area. In addition, fiend serpent Gurnar had another task: to oversee the two serpent dens located here.

"Relax and do not resist!"

Orion stretched out his hand and etched a slave contract sigil onto fiend serpent Gurnar's forehead, forging a pact with him.

"All right, show us around this place."

"As you command, Master!"

Gurnar got to his feet and led Orion and Lumi deep into the underground caves. In truth, the Abyssal Chasm no longer held anything of real value, since Gareth had already moved everything away. After roaming the area for half a day, the trio paused beside a pool of water.

"Master, this is the passage to an Abyss branch. However, Lord Gareth has sealed it. If you want to enter, you'll need to break the seal."

Orion didn't respond. That sealed entrance was likely the most worthwhile thing around here. However, at the moment, Orion had no use for that Abyss passage, so it was unnecessary to unseal it.

"From now on, you will obey Lumi and continue to guard this place. Also, within three years, I want you to restore those two serpent dens to their prime. I'll have someone deliver a batch of supplies to you."

Orion looked at fiend serpent Gurnar. He was an Alpha-level powerhouse who knew how to read the situation. During the recent southern invasion, Gareth had taken away ninety-nine percent of the cannon fodder, leaving the fiend serpent population here practically wiped out. Fortunately, a few remained. With enough time and resources, they could recover in a few years.

"Gurnar hears and obeys!"

Gurnar spoke to Orion and Lumi with great humility, his tone so meek that he hardly dared to speak loudly. With Gareth's death, those like Gurnar had seen their status drop significantly.

Half a day later, Orion and Lumi rose into the sky and settled back onto the thunderhawk's back.

"From now on, the Abyssal Chasm and this expanse of ice are your territory."

Orion wrapped an arm around Lumi's waist. In the sky filled with drifting snow, Lumi's body felt much warmer against him.

"Thank you."

Lumi turned her head to look at Orion. A complex emotion flickered in her gaze. Orion chuckled softly, signaled the thunderhawk, and continued flying northward.

If it had been any one of his other women, they probably would have offered kisses by now and used their bodies to please Orion. However, this was Lumi—a woman of icy demeanor, hesitant to make any sort of bold move. Even a simple kiss made her blush and feel shy, something she just couldn't bring herself to do.

On an icefield, high atop a snowy mountain.

The mammoth lord Drakmar stood covered in thick fur, with two long tusks pointing skyward. He appeared brutally fierce.

The previous mammoth lord had actually died during the southern invasion, and Drakmar only assumed leadership because the former lord, before dying, had left the Tribe with a backup plan: a Lord's Stone to ensure the Tribe's survival.

After the Tribe lost its leader, Drakmar quickly led his people back north, back to their original snowy mountain home. But at the war's end, the defeated lords were driven northward.

One of those lords took a liking to the mammoth clan's great snowy mountain, driving the mammoths out. Drakmar led his Tribe west and, partway through the journey, was fortunate enough to ascend to Legendary level, seizing this icefield for himself.

"Lord, there's word from the Desolate Plains that the centaur khan was badly injured during the recent great war."

"Lord, lead our people to conquer the Desolate Plains in one fell swoop!"

Drakmar turned to look at the line of elders, reading the frustration etched on their faces. The mammoth clan's combat strength had always been formidable, but their numbers remained relatively small, which kept them from expanding.

"Did any of you see for yourselves that the centaur khan was wounded?"

Drakmar's voice was grave. It wasn't that he was unwilling to take the risk—he simply saw no point in doing so. Their Tribe was already short on numbers; launching an invasion of the Desolate Plains, regardless of the outcome, would further diminish the clan. That was the last thing Drakmar wanted as their lord.

"Elders, what our people need right now is time to rest and recover, and—"

He never finished the sentence. Drakmar's expression suddenly changed.

"This is bad—there's a Legendary-level intruder!"

"Elders, go hide our people at once!"

With a roar, strange red light flared behind Drakmar, and in the next moment, he soared skyward, racing toward the northwest.

Meanwhile, atop the thunderhawk.

Orion could sense the Legendary-level energy rapidly approaching. He pinched Lumi's nipple, then spoke softly.

"Wait here for me. I'll be back soon."

A rumble of thunder echoed as Orion transformed into a streak of lightning, roaring away amid the wind and snow.

Lumi stared after him, watching the snow swirl through the air. Suddenly, she felt a trace of longing for Orion.

"Who are you, and why have you intruded upon the territory of the mammoth clan?"

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A spear shot out from the swirling snow. A flash of crimson light behind Drakmar allowed him to dodge just in time.

"My apologies, mighty giant lord. Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding?"

Orion ceased his attack; he noticed the mammoth lord in front of him wasn't fighting back.

"This icefield is my territory. You have crossed the line."

Hovering in the air, Orion released the pressure of his Upper Legendary-level power, making Drakmar's pupils contract.

"Mighty giant lord, our mammoth clan has been migrating west and had no idea this was your territory. We will withdraw from these icefields at once."

Orion studied the mammoth before him and let his thoughts race. After a moment, he spoke coolly.

"Everything north of the Poison Dragon Swamp is my territory. Stepping into this area, I will view you as invaders. You have three days to move out."

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Forming this plan on the spot, Orion recalled that in his original layout, everything north of the Desolate Plains was to become his territory. Yet now, looking at the mammoth, he thought of Ironhoof.

Perhaps, if he placed them close together, the two parties would inevitably clash, sparing the Stoneheart Horde from their combined threat. Letting these neighbors fight would grant Lumi a quieter place in the north—and free Orion to focus on rearranging Stoneheart City in the south.

"Understood. We will leave at once!"

Relieved that Orion showed no intention of continuing the fight, Drakmar immediately agreed to the boundary Orion had declared.

Drakmar gave a slight nod and then flew back toward the snowy mountain.

Many moments later, Drakmar returned to his mountain, where the elders were waiting.

"Lord, what happened?"

"Lord, did you drive away the intruder?"