Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 580: You broke your promise

Legendary level peak!

Orion's aura was Legendary level peak!

Excluding the white dragon Frostsire and the Human Saint, Orion's strength already stood at the absolute pinnacle of this continent.

Prince Theodore dared not ask, nor did he dare to easily offend Orion.

Given Orion's current immense power, his willingness to share the benefits from the lizardfolk territory was already considered generous.

"Why did he drag the Human race into this war?"

"Why?"

Prince Theodore pondered silently. If he possessed power equal to Orion's, he certainly wouldn't allow anyone else to touch these benefits.

"Could he know about Ava's pregnancy?"

"Is he trying to compensate Ava through me?"

It had to be said, Prince Theodore's train of thought had diverged wildly at this moment.

Orion felt somewhat uncomfortable. The way Prince Theodore looked at him was strangely inexplicable.

It was a sense of disharmony devoid of hostility!

This reminded Orion of the information Prince Theodore had offered—Rose Manor. What exactly happened there?

Awooo... Awooo...

In the distance, a series of wolf howls rang out. It was the gnoll armies led by Dirtclaw.

At this moment, Dirtclaw had already transformed into his Hellhound form.

Flames burned upon his body, and his massive frame was in no way inferior to the lizard he battled.

"Awooo... No being has better teeth than Dirtclaw, except the great Mistress and the great Orion!"

"Damned four-legged reptile, Dirtclaw will end your life!"

The Hellhound radiated a terrifying aura, transforming into a ball of fire as it lunged towards the lizard.

Although the current Dirtclaw hadn't yet reached Alpha peak, he wasn't far off.

Dirtclaw's strength far surpassed the lizardfolk he fought against.

Crack!

Dirtclaw bit through the lizardfolk's neck, licked its fresh blood, found the crystal core within the corpse, and swallowed it whole.

For others, the energy within crystal cores was too violent, but for Dirtclaw in his Hellhound form, he could digest anything.

"Awooo... Woof woof woof... Gnolls, charge!"

It was a very strange sight, wolf howls and dog barks issuing successively from Dirtclaw's throat.

The first sound was a form of deterrence; the second, a command.

Receiving the order, the gnolls abandoned their current prey and pursued the lizardfolk in the distance.

"Damned younglings, do not test my patience! Abandon the flesh in your mouths and obey Dirtclaw's command!"

"Those who disobey my orders, I will turn them into corpses, reduce them to dust!"

Dirtclaw had risen from the cannon fodder troops and participated in countless major battles alongside other Stoneheart Horde armies.

Dirtclaw knew very well that only disciplined armies possessed greater combat effectiveness and wouldn't miss crucial opportunities.

However, the concept of discipline seemed ineffective when applied to the greedy, gluttonous, and short-sighted gnolls.

Even after Dirtclaw's brief display of intimidation, gnolls would still lower their heads to gnaw on their prey after killing an enemy.

This was their nature; few gnolls could restrain it.

"Dirtclaw, this is just a warm-up. Let them eat their fill!"

"A full stomach makes for good work!"

Drakthul lifted his blood-stained battleaxe, emerged from the rear, and came to Dirtclaw's side.

"Compared to the enemies we've encountered, these lizardfolk(lizard) are pathetic!"

Resting his axe on the ground, Drakthul gazed at the main force streaming towards the distance like a river. Compared to fighting the fungal creatures, battling these lizardfolk presented absolutely no pressure.

"Gnolls who don't learn will never amount to anything!"

Dirtclaw continued to complain about his gnoll armies. This batch of gnolls, compared to the ones sent to the Valkorath Realm, was vastly inferior in both strength and discipline.

"Bro, do you want to ride a Hellhound across the battlefield?"

Dirtclaw turned his head, a light called temptation flashing in his eyes.

"Ah... Can I really?"

"Yes, of course you can! Just give me half your spoils this time, and you can ride until the war ends."

Riding a Hellhound—it must be an incredibly cool moment. Drakthul had long wanted to experience it.

After a brief internal struggle, Drakthul leaped onto Dirtclaw's back without hesitation.

"Are you ready? I'm about to run wild!"

"Awooo..."

Dirtclaw threw his head back and howled, then charged off carrying Drakthul.

Wherever Dirtclaw passed, he kicked up enormous gusts of air, affecting not only beasts and lizardfolk but also the cavalry armies brought by Prince Theodore.

The beast-blood mounts ridden by the human knights only gradually calmed down after Dirtclaw had run far into the distance.

"Giant King Orion, your subordinates are all fierce warriors and valiant generals."

Orion nodded with a smile; he knew Prince Theodore was referring to Dirtclaw.

Dirtclaw, having returned from the Valkorath Realm, was among the top tier of Alpha-level beings in the entire Stoneheart Horde.

Excluding Gustalon, likely no one could reliably defeat Dirtclaw; even Onyx wasn't certain.

"That fellow's nature is a bit wild. He gets very excited and fierce on the battlefield. We have the dragons to thank for his growth."

At the mention of dragons, Prince Theodore grew curious and asked about Dirtclaw.

Orion didn't mind talking and briefly explained how Dirtclaw's bloodline evolved in the dragon colosseum, leaving Prince Theodore amazed.

"So it's a Hellhound! That gnoll's bloodline evolved, no wonder!"

This was idle conversation. Since Ssorin hadn't appeared, Orion, Aldous, and Prince Theodore strolled through the battlefield, following the invading forces towards the center of the lizardfolk territory.

Only after seven days did the figures of Lokiviria and Ssorin finally appear before the trio.

In the distance, a mixed force of lizardfolk and insectoids brought the invading armies of the Stoneheart Horde, the Human Kingdom, and the Ogre race to a halt.

"Lord Orion, this time it was just a misunderstanding. We are willing to cede a portion of territory as compensation to the three of you."

Lokiviria's voice carried from afar. Orion, Aldous, and Prince Theodore exchanged a glance, then flew out in unison, appearing in mid-air.

Facing Lokiviria and Ssorin from a distance, Orion's terrifying aura caused the faces of the former two to change drastically.

Legendary level peak!

It's over!

Flee!

This thought flashed through the minds of Lokiviria and Ssorin, but they didn't immediately turn and flee because Orion hadn't spoken.

Orion's face was calm, remaining silent.

He wasn't the main protagonist in this war; the protagonist was the ogre Aldous beside him.

"Damned Lokiviria! What did you say back then? You broke your promise!"

"After this war, we are no longer allies!"

"Now, let me tell you, in the eyes of ogres, if you're not an ally, you're an enemy!"