Titan King: Ascension of the Giant
Chapter 700 - 700: Don't you agree?

South, Dragon race territory of Whitecliff.

On the highest balcony of the castle, the white dragon Frostsire was draped in a magnificent white robe, appearing exceptionally noble.

"Your Majesty, the Reverse Whale race's nearest Nest-Palace has been destroyed. Their main armies have fled to the depths of the Starfall Sea. Shall we pursue them?"

"Also, all the treasures and slaves plundered from this great battle have been sent back."

Zephyros stood behind the white dragon Frostsire, respectfully reporting the gains from this great war between the Dragon race and the Sea Race.

"Don't pursue a cornered foe. Now is not the time to use our full strength."

"Send out those treasures; sell them at half price to the Humans, Blood Elves, and Dwarves."

"They will definitely be interested. Among the Sea Race's treasures, there are surely some items that belonged to their ancestors."

"Before shipping them out, remember to use secret techniques or blood to imbue these items with the Sea Race's aura. It would be best if it could incite curses or resentment."

"These fellows want to continue observing from the sidelines? No way."

The white dragon Frostsire spoke these words with great indifference and cold-bloodedness.

The other members of the Five-Race Alliance had made no move so far; the white dragon Frostsire needed to force their hand.

"Your Majesty, what about the Stoneheart Horde?"

The Stoneheart Horde was a newly risen faction with an insufficient historical foundation. Those treasures couldn't be sold to the Stoneheart Horde, which put Zephyros in a difficult position.

"The Stoneheart Horde is even easier to deal with. Aren't they acquiring slaves?"

"Bundle up those Sea Race and Merfolk slaves and sell them to them at a low price."

"Hmph... Living Sea Race beings will attract more hatred and attention."

The white dragon Frostsire snorted lightly; he recalled the scene of Orion releasing his oppressive aura in the castle to resist him.

Although Orion was very powerful, the white dragon Frostsire did not have a good impression of him.

"I understand!"

Zephyros knew very well that since those Sea Race slaves were to be disposed of at a low price, some unsavory methods would certainly be used to shift a portion of the hatred onto the Stoneheart Horde.

Only in this way could the Stoneheart Horde and the other three races bear a part of the Sea Race's pressure.

"Ancestor, is this really alright?"

The one who raised the question was the Glacial Dragon Jorik.

Jorik walked onto the balcony, standing one step behind the white dragon Frostsire, following his ancestor's gaze into the distance.

"What do you want to say?"

The white dragon Frostsire glanced at Jorik; he was still quite satisfied with this descendant.

A trip to Dragon Island had greatly increased Jorik's strength, and he had actually reached the peak Legendary level.

"Ancestor, I feel that since we are to ally with them, we should be more sincere."

"Using deceitful methods to achieve the goal of an alliance, won't it cause a backlash? It could easily lead to those races backstabbing us."

These were the Glacial Dragon Jorik's true thoughts. He didn't mean to speak for the Humans, Dwarves, Blood Elves, or Stoneheart Horde; he simply felt that their relationships could be handled in a gentler way.

"Jorik, you are too young, and too weak!"

"As long as our Dragon race's strength remains formidable, these few races wouldn't dare to harbor any crooked thoughts."

"Only the weak try to attend to one thing only to lose sight of another."

The white dragon Frostsire's voice gradually became deeper, his tone holding a lofty indifference, yet also the earnest, well-meaning advice of a senior guiding a junior.

"What we need to do is to constantly pressure them, make them obediently follow the general trend of events."

"If our Dragon race were weak, no matter how we tried to curry favor with them, as soon as they saw an opportunity, they would pounce on us like mad dogs and tear at us with their teeth."

"Jorik, you must understand, between different races, there is no such thing as true cooperation, only mutual interests."

Jorik fell silent. He felt that what the white dragon Frostsire said also made sense.

This trip to Dragon Island had broadened his horizons, giving him a new understanding of the factions in this world.

It was just that he hadn't yet adapted to handling these relationships.

"So, what should we do next?"

"Continue to drive those Sea Race beings towards the core region of the Starfall Sea?"

"Won't this attract even more Merfolk?"

Jorik had returned this time to fight; he did not fear the Sea Race.

However, not fearing them didn't mean the Sea Race wasn't powerful.

In this world, the Sea Race's strength was actually greater and more substantial than that of the Dragon race.

The Dragon race currently held an advantage because the Sea Race's major branches were scattered and couldn't easily gather together in a short time.

"Mm, not bad. You've seen the key point of this war."

"If we continue to apply pressure, the Merfolk coming to support the Starfall Sea will only increase in number."

"Therefore, we need fighting to break out in other sea regions as well."

"Up to now, the Humans, Dwarves, Blood Elves, and Stoneheart Horde still haven't declared war on the Sea Race. From this, we can tell they are still observing the situation, waiting to take advantage."

"But is it that easy to take advantage?"

"Hehehe…"

As he spoke, the white dragon Frostsire actually let out a sinister, strange laugh.

"Ancestor…"

The white dragon Frostsire raised a hand, interrupting Jorik who wanted to ask further, and proactively revealed his arrangements.

"Rest assured, I've already made arrangements."

"By this time, the Dragon race experts I secretly dispatched should have reached the major sea regions."

"Next, important figures from the Sea Race's various branches will successively encounter ambushes and assassinations."

"War, how could it only happen in the Starfall Sea?"

"Jorik, don't you agree?"

"Hahaha…"

Jorik was speechless. He hadn't anticipated that his ancestor was so adept at using such methods of framing others.

Compared to his ancestor, Jorik felt his own vision and strategy were far too lacking.

Emerald Dream Realm, Red Moon Valley.

Orion stepped out of the cross-realm teleportation array. After sensing that Lorelia City was completely normal, he felt much more at ease.

"Are things over there all arranged?"

"Mm, more or less!"

Orion reached out and embraced Lumi.

Lumi's personality always gave Orion a sense of tranquility.

Orion symbolically released a bit of his oppressive aura. Soon, Lorelia, Dirtclaw, Onyx, and Thundar entered the cave one after another.

"Master, you've finally come!"

Orion reached out and patted Lorelia's head. She seemed very happy to see Orion.

"How is the intelligence gathering on the dark fiend's territory progressing?"

Orion turned his head to look at Dirtclaw.

Dirtclaw hadn't come to the Emerald Dream Realm empty-handed; he had brought a gnoll cannon fodder troop and a Sentinel Corps squadron.

The fact that Delilah could entrust a Sentinel Corps squadron to Dirtclaw's management showed her extreme trust in his abilities and loyalty.

Precisely because of this, reconnaissance missions usually fell to Dirtclaw.

"Respected Master, your glory illuminates the Stoneheart Horde and brightens Dirtclaw's heart."

"Master, the relevant intelligence has been obtained."

"The dark fiend race's core Nest is in the Gloomwood Forest to our south."

"Now we just wait for that expert to return, and we'll wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"