Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 527: You’re incredibly lucky

Deep within a forest, near the boundary between the ogres' domain and the Stoneheart Horde territory.

"Master, once we pass through here, we'll reach the giants' territory."

Wyatt, having once served as the commander of a slave-hunting group, possessed extensive wilderness survival skills. For any route he had traveled before, he could hardly ever forget it.

Torin had been here once, back when they followed the kingdom's envoy.

Now, behind Torin, apart from Mike and Wyatt, there were only the original veteran members of the Mercenary Corps and the former slave-hunting group.

"Wyatt, reorganize the slave-hunting group after we get back."

Staring at the forest ahead, Torin's gaze grew ever more ruthless and cold.

Although no ogres had come to harass them on the way, they had encountered quite a few ferocious beasts.

"Master, is our target still those Blood Elf individuals?"

Wyatt's eyes brightened. He was all too happy to return to his old line of work.

Before, in order to manage Soaring Bird City properly and protect his noble reputation, Torin had Wyatt disband the slave-hunting group.

Now that Soaring Bird City no longer belonged to Torin, he had nothing holding him back. He would embrace any means that would help him rise again.

"Not just the Blood Elf. I also want those damned mercenaries."

"But the kingdom forbids capturing free mercenaries."

"They're off-limits in human lands. But in the ogres' territory, the giants' territory, or in Blood Elf territory—is it forbidden there?"

Torin turned his head, fixing Wyatt with a vicious glare.

"This..."

"Isn't it perfectly normal for ogres to eat humans?"

Torin's voice was icy. Wyatt raised his head, carefully noting Torin's commanding presence at the front. He grew more cautious in his demeanor.

Mike, standing nearby, shook his head with a silent sigh.

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Losing Soaring Bird City was like losing their chance to climb the social ladder. Both Mike and Wyatt were quite frustrated.

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Blackstone City, Horde Hall.

Orion had patrolled the territory from north to south. Even traveling with transcendent power, it took him nearly a month.

Sweeping his gaze across the spirited Onyx, Earthshaker, Gronthar, Dirtclaw, Drakthul, Gormathar, Thunderclaw, and the others, Orion revealed a satisfied expression.

"Prophet, you'll remain in Blackstone City. I'll have Gormathar assist you."

Onyx and Gormathar stood to accept their orders, taking the place of Rendall and Lilith, who had already received the news.

"Gronthar, head to Thunderpeak Mountain to relieve Rockwell and Slagor."

Delighted by the prospect of staying in the north, where many of his kin lived, Gronthar's eyes gleamed.

"As you wish!"

"Earthshaker, go to Mist Bay and coordinate with Clawpincher to hold Lysinthia City."

Earthshaker stood to accept the order, ready for the rotation.

"Everyone else, prepare to head back to Stoneheart City with me."

After the group left the Horde Hall, Orion had Onyx remain behind for a private directive. "Prophet, I left five scorpion soldiers at the Moonshadow Valley camp. If there's an emergency, I authorized you to call on them."

Onyx nodded, eyes lighting up at Orion's arrangement. He was openly impressed by the plan.

Another day passed.

To the south, in Stoneheart City.

Beneath the castle, a small teleportation array began pulsing, stirring as wave after wave of people arrived. Delilah sensed the activity.

Recognizing a familiar aura, Delilah's face lit up with excitement as she hurried away from the mysterious tavern.

On the first floor of the tavern, the human knight Godfrey gazed in the direction of the castle. He, too, sensed the surge of energy.

However, the castle was a restricted zone, and he had no right to enter that area.

At that moment, Godfrey looked away from the castle, turning his attention to Delilah, who was rushing downstairs. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched her until she and her guards disappeared from view. Then Godfrey refocused, lost in thought.

A whining sound emerged—at his feet was a Flame-Tiger cub, about the size of a housecat, giving a small growl as it tugged on Godfrey's pant leg, demanding food.

Clearing his mind of unfounded worries, Godfrey scooped up the Flame-Tiger cub, grabbed a small pitcher of beast milk, and fed it gently and carefully.

The Flame-Tiger was no ordinary beast-blood mount from the human kingdom. It was a true beast—once grown, it would possess the power of a hero-level being. If raised properly, it might even advance to alpha-level.

Without question, the Stoneheart Horde had astonished Godfrey by granting him a Flame-Tiger cub. He had never imagined such generosity.

"This really is a Flame-Tiger, Godfrey. You're incredibly lucky!"

"Then again, considering all you accomplished on the battlefield, it's not surprising the Elder of Stewardship rewarded you with a Flame-Tiger."

"You know there are only a handful of giants in Stoneheart City who have one."

The speaker was Godfrey's giant friend, Brundar. He looked on enviously at Godfrey and the cub.

"But your battle achievements aren't small either. Can't you exchange for one yourself?"

Godfrey could certainly sense Brundar's envy.

"There are so few Flame-Tigers that the horde hasn't opened them for exchange yet," Brundar said. "But I've already decided—I'll exchange for a Raptor. When the time comes, I'll ride my Raptor, you'll ride your Flame-Tiger, and we can keep fighting side by side."

Godfrey simply nodded in acknowledgment, gazing absentmindedly at the street outside the tavern.

Meanwhile, in the castle's underground plaza.

"Honored Mistress, your lowly slave Dirtclaw greets you! Your beauty is like the rising sun, the most gorgeous flower on this continent."

Delilah's lips curved into a smile, her eyebrows arching happily. She was clearly in an excellent mood. Dirtclaw was, after all, her slave, and they had always shared a harmonious relationship.

Dirtclaw was deeply respectful to Delilah, and Delilah was equally considerate toward Dirtclaw. Over time, they had established a certain sense of mutual understanding.

"Stand up. Your loyalty is impeccable."

"Dirtclaw, I can see you've grown stronger again. I'm happy for you!"

Delilah extended a hand, lightly stroking the top of Dirtclaw's head. He stood up gleefully, ignoring the puzzled looks from his companions.

"Mistress, Orion is currently operating the teleportation array. He'll be here very soon."

Dirtclaw then produced a small, bone-crafted box from his robes and handed it to Delilah.

"My incomparably beautiful Mistress, this is a gift from Dirtclaw to you!"

In front of so many onlookers, Delilah did not decline. She accepted the box and opened it.

At first glance, Delilah's pupils subtly constricted.

"This is a marvelous gift. I like it very much."

What Dirtclaw had given her was a portion of alpha-level life essence. He had indeed been extremely generous this time.