Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"My dear chieftain, helping Slagor this time isn't just about claiming 50% of the spoils. We can use this opportunity to demand more," Delilah said, her beautiful eyes gleaming with greed.

"And there's another point—Slagor has extensive experience with the Myriad Races Invasion. He likely knows far more about the situation in Thunderwood Forest and the distribution of factions than we do."

Her words immediately made Orion and the others' eyes light up.

What was their biggest challenge right now?

It was their lack of knowledge about the other regions of Thunderwood Forest.

But for Slagor, this wasn't an issue.

By working with Slagor, they could essentially use him as their eyes and ears.

"Chieftain, we can use the cannon fodder troops as leverage, joining forces with Slagor's army to attack the Geckos Tribe at Half-Moon Lake," Delilah continued.

"And after that, we can pressure Slagor into helping us with our next target."

"Slagor's subordinates should serve us, not just him!"

Orion felt fortunate to have brought Delilah along for this Myriad Races Invasion.

The Succubus Queen's perspective was indeed unique and insightful. Even Prophet Onyx couldn't help but regard her with newfound respect.

"Chieftain, if we're going to help Slagor, I suggest delaying for a few days. We need time to negotiate better terms with him," Onyx suggested.

Rendall immediately agreed. "Yes, and we also need time to reorganize the cannon fodder troops."

Orion nodded. The elders' thoughts were aligned, and now it was just a matter of deciding when to set out.

"Here's the plan," Orion said after a moment of thought. "We'll release the lizardman messenger and tell him we're willing to assist, but we demand 70% of the spoils."

"If Slagor agrees, he should send another messenger to escort us."

Seeing no objections, Orion continued, "We'll march eastward for seven days. After that, we'll reassess the situation."

"If Slagor refuses, we'll slow our pace and let him and the Geckos Tribe fight it out. Then we'll swoop in and pick up the pieces."

"If he agrees, I don't mind letting him keep 30% of the spoils."

The elders all nodded in agreement, and the decision to support Slagor was finalized.

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Just as Orion was about to continue discussing their next steps with the elders, Torba rushed in, his face pale with urgency.

"Chieftain, bad news! The gnolls in the cannon fodder troops are causing trouble. Dirtclaw is struggling to keep them under control!"

Orion's eyes narrowed, a cold glint of killing intent flashing within them.

"Elder Rendall, you handle this. Use this opportunity to clean up the cannon fodder troops."

"Remember, anyone who dares to step out of line—kill them. Kill until the rest are too terrified to even think about rebelling."

Rendall nodded grimly, his face dark as he stood and left the command center.

As the commander of the cannon fodder troops, Rendall hadn't even had the chance to establish his authority before trouble broke out. This was something he would not tolerate.

Watching Rendall leave with a murderous aura, Orion's expression gradually softened.

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"How do you plan to handle the supplies?" Orion asked Delilah, shifting the topic.

From the Gnoll Tribe to Thunderhawk City, they had seized an enormous amount of loot. If they tried to carry it all, it would undoubtedly slow down the entire horde.

"I've divided the supplies into three parts," Delilah replied with a confident smile.

"One portion is stored in the camp for daily consumption, enough to last us a month."

"A smaller portion has been allocated to the women and children of the various tribes. These are our future population reserves, and we need to ensure their survival."

"The rest has been hidden and sealed with a magical formation. We can retrieve it when we return or during our next invasion."

Orion nodded in approval. Delilah's handling of the supplies was meticulous and efficient.

After a moment of thought, Orion added, "Delilah, I'm giving you another task. Those two Garland Tribe slaves—aren't they skilled in cultivating magical plants?"

"Put them to work. Have them search for more magical plants for us."

"Their tribe should have extensive knowledge of the distribution of magical plants in Thunderwood Forest."

Delilah's lips curled into a seductive smile as she accepted the task.

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The meeting eventually concluded, and Orion stepped out of the command center.

What drew him outside were the blood-curdling screams coming from the city walls.

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Two hours earlier.

Dirtclaw, wielding a whip, had been punishing the gnolls in the cannon fodder troops who refused to acknowledge his authority.

Among them were two gnoll leaders, Blackfang and Curltail, both of whom were stronger than Dirtclaw.

After Scrag's execution, they had chosen to surrender. However, Dirtclaw's relentless humiliation reignited their rebellious spirit.

Surrounded by their gnoll subordinates, the pressure of their gazes forced Blackfang and Curltail to resist.

If they didn't, they would lose all respect within the gnoll tribe.

This was one of the main reasons for the unrest within the cannon fodder troops.

Under Blackfang and Curltail's leadership, chaos erupted, and the cannon fodder troops teetered on the brink of mutiny.

But when Rendall arrived, his Alpha-level aura swept across the camp like a storm, instantly quelling the disorder.

Blackfang, Curltail, and their followers were swiftly captured and dragged to the city walls, where they were executed as a warning to the others.

Their heads were displayed on spikes, and their bloodied corpses hung for all to see.

This brutal display cemented Rendall's authority over the cannon fodder troops.

For the next three days and nights, Rendall personally oversaw the camp, ruthlessly suppressing any dissent until all resistance was crushed.

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The next morning.

Orion woke up with Violet's naked body nestled in his arms.

Last night, Violet had finally let go of her inhibitions, fully embracing the pleasure Orion gave her.

She was in a near-constant state of climax throughout the night. Exhausted, she remained sound asleep, her body still faintly trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

At the entrance to Orion's tent, Elan from the Skytalon Tribe had been waiting patiently.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Master, the Thunderhawk has returned!"

"Lead the way," Orion commanded without hesitation.

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At the highest point of Thunderhawk City, Orion once again stood face-to-face with the Alpha-level Thunderhawk.

"Have you made up your mind?" Orion asked.

The Thunderhawk preened its feathers with its sharp beak, unbothered by Orion's presence.

"Do you have more of those little treats?" it asked, tilting its head.

Orion smirked and pulled out another bottle of Pet Pills, tossing it toward the bird.

This time, the Thunderhawk didn't hesitate. It caught the pills in its beak and swallowed them in one gulp.

"They taste good, and I can feel them benefiting my body," the Thunderhawk admitted.

Orion took a few steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate.

The Thunderhawk tilted its head, watching him approach without fear or retreat.

"You still haven't answered my question. Have you decided to form a contract with me?" Orion asked.

"If you agree to become my partner, I'll make sure you have an endless supply of those treats."

Orion didn't press further. He knew that earning the Thunderhawk's trust would take time.

As a natural-born hunter, Orion understood the importance of patience.

Without a bond formed from a young age, taming a beast—especially one as proud as a Thunderhawk—was no easy task. Even the Skytalon Tribe, known for their expertise in taming flying beasts, had only managed to tame a handful of Thunderhawks.