Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 406 What can you do for the horde?

Human Kingdom, Soaring Bird City.

Soaring Bird City can't really be called a city—at best, it's just a gathering place. This is Torin Ashvale's territory, and "Soaring Bird" implies freedom to fly high like a bird, which is exactly what Torin Ashvale pursues.

At this moment, Torin Ashvale's tent is shaking, accompanied by the sound of a woman's moans emerging from inside.

Fifteen minutes later, Torin Ashvale pulls up his pants and steps out of the tent.

Outside, a burly man dressed in leather armor and two house servants stand waiting.

"Master, how did you find this newly caught batch of Blood Elves?"

The speaker is the burly man in leather armor—he's the commander of the slave-hunting group. Of course, the true master behind that group is Torin Ashvale.

"Not bad. The women of the Blood Elf race are quite beautiful, and their vaginas are so tight. It feels incredible to fuck them!"

Torin Ashvale lets out a lewd laugh, his face radiating satisfaction and a sense of conquest.

"But, Wyatt, you made sure there are no loose ends this time, right?"

Hearing this, Wyatt also breaks into a crude laugh. "Rest assured, Master. These Blood Elves are from a small clan. We were very careful when capturing them."

"All involved parties have already…"

Wyatt doesn't finish his sentence; instead, he makes a throat-slitting gesture.

"Good. Those damned fat pigs in the Royal capital would never guess that the most dangerous region is also the richest."

Torin Ashvale is in an excellent mood. Though his territory isn't very large, to the west it borders the Blood Elf domain, northwest lies the Ogre domain, and further north are the poorly governed territories of various Orcs and beastfolk(beastmen). Geographically, his land is quite advantageous in both location and resources.

"Master, these recent days, a lot of strangers from the kingdom have been arriving."

"They're not only gathering in the camp but also exploring the surrounding area. Should we capture them for interrogation?"

Wyatt speaks in a low tone—he got this news when he returned from his slave hunt.

Torin hears this and frowns, thinking it over for a while before shaking his head.

"Don't touch them yet. I have a feeling something's off. The whole situation has a whiff of mystery."

"After I finish bribing those accursed nobles in the Royal capital, I'll see if I can pry some information out of them."

Wyatt nods, but he immediately offers another suggestion.

"Master, those outsiders can't enjoy our protection for free. They should pay taxes, protection fees."

This idea makes Torin Ashvale's eyes gleam.

Torin Ashvale purses his lips and calls over Mike, the Deputy Commander of the Mercenary Corps who's standing nearby.

"Mike, gather the members of the Mercenary Corps. Around our camp, put up a 10-foot-high barrier. This is my territory—any outsider who wants to enter must first pay a gold coin for protection."

Mike and Wyatt exchange a glance, and both of their eyes sparkle with the thought of coin.

"Understood, Master. I promise to get that barrier built within three days."

"Alright, go!"

Outside Soaring Bird City, along a small road to the northwest, the human embassy that once visited Stoneheart City has returned to the territory of the Human Kingdom.

"Praise the gods, we finally made it through that band of Ogres' territory!"

This group lost half its members while slipping through the Ogre lands to get back to the Human Kingdom's territory. Only upon entering the region of Soaring Bird City do they feel safe enough to relax.

"Jack, take two others and hurry back to the Royal capital. Report everything that happened in the giant territory."

"As for the rest of us, we'll stay here, at Baron Torin's Soaring Bird City, and wait for His Majesty the King's official delegation."

The knight named Jack nods, receives the necessary supplies, and leads two other knights onward to the Royal capital of the Human Kingdom.

"Boys, we've made it back to human land—finally, we can get some proper sleep."

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Their leader, Samuel, waves his hand in a grand gesture, and the weary party cheers before heading toward Soaring Bird City.

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Southward, on the way back.

Riding on the thunderhawk, Orion pulls Sylvana close, one arm around her waist, the other roaming across her body in teasing caresses.

"Tell me, what can you do for the Horde?"

Orion has two reasons for asking this. First, he wants to probe the secrets of the seer. Second, he's thinking about the best position for Sylvana.

When Sylvana came to pledge allegiance, she brought tens of thousands of Beastfolk, most of whom were women, children, and elderly—basically a burden. Moreover, Sylvana is blind; she can't lead troops into battle. She can't command the Beastfolk.

Within Orion's harem, he would never let any of his women just laze about and waste food. Each one must have a role to fill.

"If the conditions are right, I can see the future. I can issue prophecies."

Sylvana raises both hands, pressing down upon Orion's roving fingers.

Right now, Orion's hand is resting precisely on her nipple. Sylvana covers his hand, looks up at him, and speaks calmly.

"My prophecies might be ambiguous, but the future is still the future. It's a possible outcome."

"If there is something you want to gauge for good or ill beforehand, I can give you an answer."

"I need an observatory, a sizable altar, and sacrificial offerings."

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Orion doesn't respond immediately. He simply curls his mouth into a grin and lowers his gaze to meet Sylvana's face.

Sylvana isn't asking for authority or money; what she wants touches on the foundations of the theocratic—on faith itself. Though intangible, each prediction she gives could subtly guide Orion's decisions.

"Believe me, if Lilith were here, she'd string you up and whip you."

He's trying to scare her, and also to test her. Yet Sylvana's calm demeanor shows not the slightest ripple of fear.

Her composure only makes Orion trust her more.

"When we get back to Stoneheart City, you can ask Lilith for what you need. We'll see if she grants you those things."

Orion adjusts Sylvana's posture, making her breasts press against his body. By now, Orion's cock is reacting—hardening and swelling, nudging Sylvana's body upward.

In that instant, Sylvana's breathing grows heavier. She knows exactly what's about to happen. She takes the initiative, stripping off her panties and spreading her legs, awaiting Orion's "favor."