Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

To the west, Ironveil Escarpment.

Upon the cliff, a magnificent arrow-tower castle had been constructed.

Ever since the Lord's Stone was placed here, the Abyssal Dragon Xalathar had made this his home, never once leaving.

On the city wall, Delilah faced the sea. It was unclear whether she was monitoring the canal construction or gazing at the distant ocean.

Sylvana sat at a nearby square table, listening to the low whispers of an elderly Fox Tribe member.

"To this day, apart from a verbal pact, the alliance between the Blood Elf race and the Stoneheart Horde is superficial, lacking any substantial benefits."

"Lord Lycanor's recent visit—I believe she wasn't here to form an alliance, but rather to observe how we are dealing with the Sea Folk, and also to probe our progress."

Only yesterday, Delilah had seen off the visiting Blood Elf lord, Lycanor.

This Blood Elf powerhouse, under the guise of an envoy, had stayed ostentatiously at Ironveil Escarpment for the better part of half a month before finally deigning to leave.

The Stoneheart Horde's excavation of the canal had been laid bare before Lycanor.

"Sylvana, what do you think the Blood Elf race will do next?"

"Dig a canal, just like us?"

"The key is, do they have the daring?"

"Do they possess effective tools like Giant Kelp Water Cannons and Ocean Hunters?"

Although Delilah was asking Sylvana, she seemed to be answering her own questions.

"Your Majesty the Queen, the Blood Elf race has existed for a very long time, even longer than humans. Their foundations are deep and should not be underestimated."

"There are some things the Human Kingdom cannot find that can be found among the Blood Elf race."

"Perhaps the Blood Elf race still hides potent weapons against the Sea Folk."

Sylvana tilted her head, her beautiful eyes devoid of luster, yet precisely because of this, she possessed a kind of serene, undisturbed beauty.

"In my opinion, the recent war between the Blood Elf race and the Sea Folk was like an act."

"I can't understand why those Dragon powerhouses didn't throw the Seadragon princes' bodies into Blood Elf territory."

"Do they look down on the Blood Elf race, or do they think too highly of us, the Stoneheart Horde?"

As she spoke these words, Delilah's voice lost its gentleness, becoming devoid of emotion.

"Perhaps the Dragons are looking for a weaker target for the Sea Folk, so the latter will have the confidence to dispatch troops?"

This was Sylvana's thought—without basis, merely intuition.

"Are you saying that we, the Stoneheart Horde, are considered weak in the eyes of the Dragons?"

"Yes! Except for Orion, we appear to be."

Sylvana's voice was very flat. Hearing her reply, Delilah giggled.

"Sylvana, do you always approach problems from such a strange angle?"

"Strange?"

"Strange!"

Sylvana fell silent; she didn't quite understand.

In Sylvana's view, her thoughts were perfectly normal. What was strange about them?

Delilah, on the other hand, was capricious, her thoughts unfathomable to Sylvana.

"Sea Folk, a bunch of idiots!"

Suddenly, Delilah's voice turned several degrees colder.

Sylvana turned her head to look at Delilah again, but Delilah said nothing. Sylvana pricked up her ears, trying to discern something from any ambient sounds.

"The tide is rising!"

"A very abnormal kind of rising tide!"

After a long moment, Delilah's voice came faintly, carrying a trace of chill.

Rising tide… abnormal… Sylvana repeated the words to herself.

Suddenly, Sylvana's hand, gripping an animal bone, trembled slightly.

"The Sea Folk are attacking!"

Three days later, upon the cliff, a high-pitched, clear dragon roar echoed.

The Abyssal Dragon rose from the castle. It flew up, treading air, walking step by step towards the seashore.

Xalathar had sensed the aura of a Sea Folk lord; the enemy was approaching his territory.

At the same time, on the distant sea surface, a black line suddenly rose—it was a tsunami, the sign of a Sea Folk attack.

The next moment, warning bells on the cliff rang out continuously, and horn blasts followed one after another.

The various armies, long prepared, all manned their positions on the cliff.

Elders such as Dace, Beyn, Torba, Ursa, Drakthul, and Gormathar boarded the Sea-Devouring Warships, staring at the distant sea with anger or hatred.

For land-dwelling races, a tsunami, regardless of its size, was a disaster.

The colossal wave, like a boundless city wall, rolled forward with astonishing speed, threatening to crush everything in its path.

A deafening roar approached from the distance.

Under the influence of this sound, everyone's heartbeat seemed to quicken, beating faster and faster.

Within the tsunami, countless sea beasts, large and small, roared, unleashing water-based magic.

With a series of crashing sounds, the great tsunami drew near, engulfing the land and the canal.

The sight of the turbulent, raging waves was devastating.

Watching the painstakingly constructed defensive fortifications instantly submerged by seawater, the killing intent in Delilah's eyes grew even more intense.

Roar!

Just then, the Abyssal Dragon Xalathar let out a furious roar, transcendent power surging within his maw.

Boom!

A massive Abyssal Flame Bomb shot out, hurtling straight towards the great tsunami.

However, above the great tsunami, a light blue water curtain flashed, deflecting the Abyssal Flame Bomb.

The Abyssal Flame Bomb exploded, but the great tsunami remained unharmed. The aquatic races and sea beasts hidden within erupted in cheers and shouts.

"Is this the extent of the Stoneheart Horde's strength?"

"If so, then be annihilated in the great tsunami!"

An arrogant voice boomed from within the great tsunami, powerful and resonant, heard by every kinsman on the cliff.

"Cowardly wretch, don't hide in there! Come out!"

Boom!

The Abyssal Dragon Xalathar blasted out another Abyssal Flame Bomb. This time, no water curtain appeared above the great tsunami. A violent explosion resounded, sending water splashing everywhere and filling the air with mist.

"You don't think an attack of this intensity can harm me, do you?"

The seawater parted, and a Seadragon emerged, its enormous body coiling in the mist, appearing and disappearing.

Roar!

At the same time, its Legendary peak Tidewyrm companion also roared. A powerful pressure swept forth, not only suppressing Xalathar but also the Stoneheart Horde members on the cliff.

Xalathar gazed at the enemy in the mist, not feeling much tension.

Because through his mind-link, he sensed that his master was rushing here.

Until Orion arrived, he had to protect everyone here and guard the castle on the cliff.

Xalathar did not respond to Thaloryn. He walked forward step by step, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

"If you want to fight, then fight!"