Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1311 The Dragon and the Giant

"Hmm... I’ve reached a decision. I think I'll craft a pendant out of your remains."

Kaidric mused aloud while tapping his chin, his tone laced with effortless cruelty. "A tasteful little trinket to dangle from my waist. Surely that will be enough to strike terror into the hearts of the remaining Abyssal Demons, wouldn't you agree?"

"..."

Julius let out a soundless shriek, his form thrashing violently within the gravitational pull of the Infinite Soul-Ring. As he observed the desperate struggle, a mask of sadistic excitement settled over Kaidric's features.

Titanion Realm. The Northern Bastion of Menethis.

Standing upon the towering stone battlements, Prince Theodore let his eyes wander across the vast plains toward the dark silhouette of the distant treeline. His expression was a calculated blend of noble pride and unwavering resolve.

Confronted by the advancing forces of Lokiviria’s Alliance of the Hundred Races, Theodore had opted for a strategy of fortified defense. He had established his position right here, at the recently reinforced Northern Bastion of Menethis.

This was a tactical maneuver rather than an act of cowardice. Engaging in a defensive siege was the most secure method to protect the high-profile individuals sent by the Alliance of Four. With the fortress as their foundation, a loss seemed statistically impossible. They possessed the troops, the logistics, and the advantage of height.

Theodore sought more than just a simple win; he desired a perfect triumph. He envisioned a conflict where every participant, from the front-line soldiers to the support staff, felt like a champion. During a siege, everyone plays a part. Every person earns the right to say they stood their ground.

"Your Highness, have they made their return yet?"

Delphine, a prominent noblewoman of the Blood Elves, moved toward Theodore from behind. She watched him with a mix of professional scrutiny and a hint of hidden affection—a feeling she kept buried deep beneath the strict etiquette of the court.

As the younger sibling of the Elf King, Rommath, Delphine represented the new generation of the Blood Elf Race, especially since the King’s own children were still infants. Though she held the title of High Duchess, she was a Princess in every practical sense.

"Good afternoon, Lady Delphine."

Turning to face her, Theodore performed a flawless, regal bow.

Being royalty among the Blood Elves, Delphine possessed a transcendent beauty that could match even Lycanor, who had joined the Stoneheart Horde through marriage. Her only perceived weakness was her current Cultivation level, as she was still only at the Alpha-Peak stage.

Nevertheless, she was highly esteemed by Theodore. His father, King Harold, had dropped private hints that the Blood Elf Race was interested in a political marriage between the two. While no formal declaration had been made, the underlying meaning was obvious to both. They interacted with a mutual respect that was gradually blossoming into something more genuine.

"Good afternoon, Prince Theodore."

Sharing a subtle smile, they both turned back toward the horizon, standing side by side. This was no moment for sentimentality; they stood as the living embodiments of the Human Kingdom and the Blood Elf Race.

"Your Highness," Delphine inquired, breaking the quiet, "does their safety not concern you?"

The question carried weight. It was a trial—a future queen gauging the wisdom of her prospective king.

"Concerned?" Theodore let out a soft laugh and shook his head. "I have no desire to underestimate the Alliance of the Hundred Races, but our companions exist on an entirely different level."

He welcomed her probing. It was an opportunity to display his confidence.

"Lady Delphine, the Stoneheart Horde emerged from the harsh northern territories. They comprehend these northern xenos far better than we ever could. If the Giant King was comfortable sending his firstborn daughter and the Giant Prince into the field, it signifies he does not perceive the foe as a legitimate threat."

Theodore’s gaze sharpened. "To them, these invaders are nothing but whetstones—mere objects to refine their skills."

Theodore harbored an almost obsessive admiration for Orion. In private circles, nobles frequently argued whether anyone else could have guided the Stoneheart Horde to such dominance in the South. The answer was invariably 'no.' Due to his intimacy with Kronos and Ava, Theodore possessed insights most lacked. He was aware that the Stoneheart Horde had secured footholds in various Otherworldly battlefields. Their hidden power was immense, which explained why the Dragon Race had chosen to side with them.

"And what about Blizzarion?" Delphine asked, skillfully pivoting the conversation away from Pallas and Elara. "He belongs to the Dragon Race, does he not?"

Blizzarion served as the Dragons' envoy. He was a high-born White Dragon, the direct son of Frostsire.

Only a few days prior, Pallas had mounted his black dragon and joined Blizzarion for a hunt against the Alliance of the Hundred Races. The image of the Black Dragon and the White Dragon flying in tandem had become a major topic of gossip throughout the camp.

"The southern waters are merely one of many Dragon territories," Theodore clarified calmly. "Their primary bastion isn't even located in our realm. Prince Blizzarion is here for the same purpose as Prince Pallas—to gain combat experience. It is a necessary trial. Why would I interfere?"

Theodore gave a small sigh. In the power structure of the Alliance of Four, the overwhelming presence of the Stoneheart Horde and the Dragon Race often made the Human Kingdom and the Blood Elves feel overshadowed. Even without the threat of betrayal, a leader could never be fully at ease while standing in the shadow of giants.

"Prince Theodore," Delphine’s voice grew solemn, "how do you envision our path forward?"

The question lingered between them as Theodore fell into silence.

As the heir to the throne, his words were not merely thoughts; they were the blueprint for future law. Delphine wasn't just asking for herself; she was speaking for the Blood Elf Race. Their two nations were historically linked by millennia of mutual aid.

"The future..." Theodore whispered, looking down at the grey stones of the wall.

"The present is full of challenges, and what lies ahead is uncertain," he answered at last, his voice somber yet firm. "We must walk with caution. Every action must be calculated."

It was a guarded response, rooted in practicality rather than bravado.

However, it was exactly what Delphine sought. It was the assurance the Blood Elves required. So long as the Human Kingdom acted with prudence, the Alliance of Four would remain intact. Stability provided the time needed for the Blood Elves to recover and build their strength. It ensured safety for the commoners.

ROAR!

ROAR!

Two piercing dragon shrieks broke the heavy atmosphere.

A flash of white and a streak of black sliced through the clouds, plummeting toward the fortress. Within seconds, they touched down on the expansive battlements.

"Hahaha! Try to keep up! I told you I was the quicker one!"

The White Dragon, Blizzarion, landed and immediately transformed, his massive scaled body shrinking into the shape of a striking young man. He spun around, smirking at Pallas, who was currently climbing down from the back of the Black Dragon.

The Black Dragon, Akdir, chose not to land. With a powerful sweep of his wings, he veered off and returned to the skies to continue his watch.

"What is wrong with you people?" Pallas muttered, brushing the dirt from his gear. "You are both Dragons, and you're both at the Alpha-Peak. Why is it that you can take human form, but my Akdir cannot?"