Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 395 Stay alert

Three months ago, in Whitecliff City, Dragon Nest.

The will of the white dragon Frostsire descended upon its homeland and engaged in conversation with Jorik in the Dragon Nest.

"Ancestor, you have returned!"

"Roar."

The white dragon Frostsire let out a soft hum, scanning the Dragon Nest before speaking calmly.

"This Northern and Southern war has taken a heavy toll on the half-dragon clan(tribe). They need to be replenished in numbers soon."

"They are the foundation of our dragon race's territorial defense and our most reliable force."

The will projection of the white dragon Frostsire exuded transcendent power, and as it did, the Dragon Nest around them underwent a dramatic transformation. Secret passages appeared one after another from the surrounding walls.

"This is our dragon race's territory. Even if humans have occupied it for ten thousand years, they can only plunder the visible resources on the surface."

As it spoke, the will projection floated towards one of the secret passages, and Jorik, without a second thought, followed it.

"Jorik, for the most part, I will be on the battlefield between the two realms. The management of the territory is entrusted to you."

"There are five matters I need you to handle."

Jorik followed the will projection closely, speaking with utmost humility, "Please, ancestor, command me."

The will projection of Frostsire waved its hand, opening a hidden door and stepping inside.

"The first matter, as I just mentioned, is to replenish the half-dragon clan's numbers."

"For ten thousand years, the dragon blood stored here has dwindled by more than half, but I have brought back some dragon blood."

"Together with the blood here, it should be enough to give birth to a batch of strong half-dragons."

The voice of Frostsire's will projection was deep and filled with melancholy as it spoke.

"The second matter involves a dragon egg in the human's territory."

"Although the life force of the egg is faint, if we retrieve it and place it in the Dragon Nest, I can use my true blood to nourish it. It should still be able to hatch."

"Find a way to retrieve that dragon egg."

Upon hearing this, Jorik's eyes gleamed with excitement.

On this continent, only two true dragons (winged, flying dragons) currently existed: the white dragon Frostsire and Glacial Dragon Jorik.

Of course, compared to Frostsire, Jorik's bloodline was not pure enough, which is why he hadn't evolved into a white dragon.

The appearance of the dragon egg could directly bring forth another true dragon.

Dragon eggs, aside from being birthed directly by true dragons, could also appear during the reproduction of half-dragons due to bloodline regression.

However, this method would require a long period of accumulation.

This was also one of the reasons the dragon race fostered the half-dragon clan, as it related to the continuation of the dragon race.

"The third matter, the southern tribes have suffered heavy losses in this Northern-Southern war. Like us, they also need time to recover."

"You can use my true blood as bait to grant them some slots, attracting powerful tribes to us."

"Seize this opportunity to form an alliance with the southern tribes."

Hearing this, Jorik was filled with many doubts.

After noticing that the ancestor's will projection had stopped speaking, he quickly voiced his concerns.

"Ancestor, in this Southern-Northern war, the humans, dwarves, and Blood Elves were all heavily wounded. They lost a lot of territory. If we form an alliance now, will they accept?"

The will projection turned back to look at Jorik, its gaze full of both sighs and concern.

"Jorik, remember, when benefits and peace are involved, no race can resist the temptation."

"If we think this way, other races will think the same."

"I've already communicated with the Saint of the human kingdom. You can seek their help when you undertake this task."

Jorik nodded, appearing humble and attentive.

"Ancestor, what about the Blood Elves and the dwarves?"

The will projection of Frostsire let out a soft snort and said indifferently,

"The ones who rule this continent are the dragons and humans. The Blood Elves and Dwarves will merely follow our lead."

"Unless an arch lord appears in their races, they will not have any say."

Such domineering words stirred Jorik's heart, filling him with pride for his race.

"The fourth matter, the Sea Tribe around the Utessar continent's seas is an ancient enemy of ours."

"Now that our dragon clan has returned to its homeland, they certainly won't let us rest in peace."

"After taking control here, you must prepare for defense!"

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"The Sea Tribe may not have exceptionally powerful Legendary-level figures, but they have many Legendary-level warriors. Stay alert."

"If they prove too strong, you may need to go to the lowest levels of the Dragon Nest and awaken the two great beings who are sleeping."

At the mention of the Sea Tribe, Jorik's brow furrowed, his expression grim.

"Ancestor, did you mean that the alliance is ultimately to deal with the Sea Tribe?"

Even Jorik, not the sharpest, could sense some underlying truth in the matter.

"Yes, the Sea Tribe is not something we can handle alone, and it's not only our dragon clan's territory near the seas."

"Through an alliance, we can bring the powerful southern tribes together. Only then can we resist the Sea Tribe's invasion."

"Since our dragon clan has not reclaimed all of our territories, the races occupying our lands must join us in resisting the Sea Tribe."

"Is the dragon clan's territory so easily taken?"

Jorik looked at his ancestor, feeling like a fool compared to him.

By gathering the southern tribes, not only could they secure a peaceful environment, but they would also find allies to defend against the Sea Tribe.

This was a matter of information disparity. By the time the southern tribes realized what had happened, the alliance would already be formed, and they would be too late to resist.

"The fifth matter…"

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In Whitecliff City, on the day of the tsunami.

A massive tsunami, hundreds of meters high, swept across the sea. The towering waves and surging waters gave everyone an immense visual shock.

"A tsunami! Could it really be the Sea Tribe invading?"

Orion, Lireesa, Dain, and Richard had already arrived by Jorik's side. The seven of them stared in shock at the terrifying tsunami in the distance.

The one who had spoken was Grand Duke Richard. His expression was unsettled, and he seemed absent-minded as he gazed at the waves.

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Roar! Roar! Roar!

Nine dragon roars echoed from Jorik, now in his dragon form. All the races residing in the dragon clan's territory seemed to have received a signal and began returning to Whitecliff City.

At the same time, two unfamiliar Legendary-level presences suddenly appeared in the center of Whitecliff City and were quickly heading toward Orion and the others.

Orion turned to look, and instead of seeing two unfamiliar lords(Legendary-level), his eyes landed on the towering structures of Whitecliff City.

"So that's it!"

Only at this moment did Orion understand why the buildings in Whitecliff City had such a unique style.