Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 764: Our next generation still has hope

"Everyone, from now on, Gloomwood Forest is the territory of our Gnoll race!"

"As long as we do not betray the great Orion, this place will be the homeland of our Gnoll race for generations to come!"

"Can you smell it? The invigorating energy that permeates the air in this territory!"

"I believe that in this territory, the Gnoll race will nurture more strong and talented offspring!"

"Come, for Lord Orion, for the Gnoll race, let us toast! Drink to your heart’s content!"

Giving speeches and inspiring others was a simple matter for Dirtclaw, who had once led cannon fodder troops.

Dirtclaw let out a belch, his hazy eyes sweeping over the Gnolls in the fortress.

These were all his capable subordinates, lacking neither loyalty nor strength.

It was just that their talent was a bit low; many were stuck at the peak of the hero level, unable to advance even an inch. frёewebnoѵēl.com

There were even several Gnolls who, with the resources Dirtclaw had personally allocated, had consumed Alpha-level resources and pushed their strength to the verge of breaking through to the Alpha level.

"Quiet! Listen to me for a few more words."

Dirtclaw raised his hand, shaking the wine pot he held. The Gnolls in the stone fortress, who had been drinking and eating meat, immediately fell silent; the atmosphere instantly grew quiet.

"You should all know, the road ahead holds no more hope for you."

"This has nothing to do with effort, courage, or mettle; it’s talent... talent limits you."

At this, all the Gnolls present, who had been feasting, lowered their heads.

The Gnoll race had risen quickly. Not only was their population large, but over many years, the race had also produced two Alpha-level powerhouses.

One was Dirtclaw, and the other was Ragscrape, Dirtclaw’s cousin.

Both Dirtclaw and Ragscrape had clawed their way up on battlefields, risking their lives to fight for and secure the necessary resources.

Dirtclaw and Ragscrape had consumed Alpha-level resources many times before successfully advancing.

As for the other Gnolls, all were barred from reaching the Alpha level.

From this, it was evident that the talent of the Gnoll race was, generally, very low.

"I know that with no hope left, everyone feels bitter and frustrated."

"Before I advanced, I was just like you. I understand very well that difficult emotion in your hearts."

"The war will not end, and the Horde’s expansion will not halt. You still have opportunities."

Dirtclaw took a swig of wine, smiled at his kinsmen, and then said loudly,

"Don’t just stare at me. You all continue drinking, keep drinking!"

"The most difficult days for us Gnolls are over. What awaits us now is a great era, an era full of opportunities!"

"Without hope, it’s easy for any of you to die on the battlefield."

"However, our next generation still has hope!"

Speaking of this, Dirtclaw tossed his wine pot aside; who knows into which obscure corner it landed.

With one hand for each, Dirtclaw grabbed Anubis and Wepwawet, who were gnawing food at his feet, lifting them by the scruffs of their necks. Facing his kinsmen in the stone fortress, he continued,

"We might not be able to go much further, but they still can!"

"Do you know? This is the Emerald Dream Realm. Here, by killing beasts, you can obtain dark source crystals!"

"Moreover, the Horde allocates a large amount of resources to us every year. Territory, resources, food—we lack nothing! Our descendants will definitely have a future much brighter than ours!"

Dirtclaw held up his pups, and only after enjoying his kinsmen’s gazes sufficiently did he slowly put Anubis and Wepwawet down.

"Kinsmen, everything we possess now, we earned through our battle achievements and valor!"

"Behind these things are countless sacrificed kinsmen. It was their charges and their lives that made the other tribes of the Horde look up to us!"

"To maintain what we now have, we must continue to strive, continue to achieve merits for the Horde!"

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Dirtclaw said a great deal, eventually getting carried away himself. As his emotions heightened, he and his kinsmen drank until they were dead drunk.

Elsewhere, outside Red Moon Valley.

This was a hilly area, where forests of various sizes and plains intertwined, making the terrain slightly complex.

Rendall, carrying a pig-like dark creature, walked into the tent area and dropped the prey on the ground.

"Fergus, you take care of this fat pig. Roast the leg for me first; we’ll have a drink together later."

"Rest assured, Arch Elder, I guarantee it’ll be roasted to your liking."

Fergus pulled out a dagger, walked over to the dark creature, squatted down, and began to prepare it.

Rendall parted the curtain of a large tent and walked in, carrying his spiked club.

Putting down the spiked club and plopping down onto a thick animal hide, Rendall let out a groan of comfort.

"I’m still more used to living in tents. Living in stone-built cities, though very safe, always gives me a sense of suffocation."

This was Rendall’s inner thought. Old folk, generally, are very nostalgic.

In the old Blackstone tribe, although life had been very hard, for Rendall, that was his life.

Back then, just hunting an ordinary beast in the Black Forest would make the entire tribe excited for many days.

Not like now, where let alone hero-level beasts, even Alpha-level beasts barely cause a stir.

Only when a Legendary-level Warden was born in the Horde would it be announced throughout the various tribes.

"Yes, tents and caves are still more comfortable to live in!"

"Arch Elder, my tent that I kept in Blackstone City hasn’t been damaged, has it?"

Thundar sat opposite Rendall, a map scroll in his hand, studying it. It was a map of the area around Red Moon Valley.

This region was where the Giant tribe would now settle.

Henceforth, the Giant tribe would live and multiply here.

Rendall was unfamiliar with this place. With no current battles on the front lines, Thundar and Fergus of the cavalry regiment had voluntarily come to assist the Arch Elder in arranging for the Giant kinsmen.

"No, the tent area has always been preserved, and all your tents are still there."

"Last time Lilith returned to Blackstone City, she even took Pallas to stay in the tent area for a while."

Speaking of Blackstone City and the tent area, Rendall’s voice carried a certain emotion—very warm, very affectionate.

"Can Pallas walk yet?"

"He can. Just like Orion, he’s very lively. He’s already run all over Blackstone City."

Rendall and Thundar looked at each other and chuckled.

"To think that our Stoneheart Horde’s Giant Prince can already walk!"

"Arch Elder, we seniors must also strive hard to catch up, so we are not looked down upon by the little ones."

When Thundar said this, his tone was calm and positive.

Rendall looked at Thundar. Thundar’s realm was the same as his, both stuck in the late Alpha stage, unable to reach the peak.

However, the drive Thundar displayed was something Rendall lacked.

In Thundar’s deep eyes, Rendall saw not a hint of discouragement or dejection.

"Thundar, aren’t you worried?"

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