Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 657: Xalathar has advanced to Legendary level

In Orion's speculations, there were several possibilities.

The first scenario: the dragon race had abandoned its alliance with the Stoneheart Horde.

This possibility wasn't nonexistent; mainly, Orion couldn't figure out what reason would lead to this outcome.

The second scenario: Glacial Dragon Jorik had been usurped, and the dragon race was not currently under his administration.

It was even possible that for a major event like holding the Five-Race Conference, Jorik's opinion hadn't even been sought.

There was another possibility: the dragon race wanted to go to war with the other four races.

This possibility was the smallest, but not ruled out.

"Reply to them, I..."

Just as Orion was about to speak, he suddenly stood up, a look of pleasant surprise on his face.

Balls of black mist appeared around Orion, inscribing mysterious runes upon his body.

The runes and Abyssal energy quickly vanished, and everything returned to calm.

A moment later, Orion restrained his smile and slowly sat back down in the leather chair.

"What's wrong?"

Delilah, of course, saw Orion's strange reaction; she cautiously expressed her concern and inquired.

"Hehe... Xalathar has advanced to Legendary level!"

The conference room at the Colosseum suddenly became frighteningly quiet.

Delilah, Lilith, and Sylvana were all stunned after hearing what Orion said.

Only Pallas, the giant youngling, was in Lilith's arms, energetically waving his limbs.

Seeing his mother ignore him, Pallas made yiyaya sounds, trying to attract everyone's attention.

"Legendary level?"

Delilah's throat moved with a swallowing motion.

The Stoneheart Horde had another Legendary level being: Orion's mount, the abyss dragon.

"You need to work harder; I have high expectations for you too!"

Orion was in a very good mood. He stood up, turned, gently caressed Delilah's cheek, and then strode out.

No one had expected the abyss dragon to advance at this moment.

Furthermore, this advancement of the abyss dragon provided Orion with a perceptive ability.

It was a wild instinct, a strong premonition for danger.

Military camp, underground plaza.

Orion arrived here, and a bright light shone from his heart area.

After the blood-red light vanished, the abyss dragon appeared in the plaza.

Compared to before, the abyss dragon had changed a lot.

Firstly, Xalathar's size hadn't increased.

Three sharp horns had appeared on its head—one long and two short, forming an inverted triangle, growing obliquely upwards, looking extremely ferocious.

Next, rows of huge bone spikes had appeared on Xalathar's back.

The bone spikes extended downwards, completely encasing Xalathar's heart area, as if it were wearing a layer of armor.

"Xalathar, if you hadn't advanced to Legendary level soon, I would have almost forgotten about you."

Roar!

A deep, sonorous beastly roar sounded, long and powerful.

"Master, I have advanced!"

A thick, deep voice sounded; this was Xalathar's voice.

Orion stepped forward, reached out to stroke Xalathar's proffered head; beneath the tough skin was a layer of fine, cool scale armor.

"Very good. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to appear next!"

Orion took out some dark creature corpses from his storage ring. Xalathar had just successfully advanced and needed to eat.

Next, after learning more about Xalathar, Orion put it away.

...

Outer city, dwarven blacksmith shop.

Saelen walked into the dwarves' territory.

"I'm looking for Grum Ironfist!"

Saelen didn't give her name but instead released her Alpha-level pressure, displaying her status.

"Respected powerhouse, please wait a moment!"

A dwarven apprentice led Saelen into an adjacent reception room, then headed towards the extremely hot forging room.

In less than half an hour, Grum Ironfist the dwarf walked into the reception room, muttering.

"They said a formidable blood elf was looking for me; I guessed it was you right away."

"Lady Saelen, what can I do for you?"

Saelen sized up Grum Ironfist; the latter was drenched in sweat, his skin roasted red by the high temperature.

"Didn't you hear the dragon's roar earlier?"

"Heard it. Damned dragon's roar! If not for its influence, I would have just successfully forged an incomparably sharp greatsword."

"I feel that should be Legendary level!"

Saelen was somewhat uncertain. When Xalathar roared, it didn't release any pressure; she hadn't felt the suppression of a Legendary level being.

However, just the dragon's roar alone made Saelen very uncomfortable.

Saelen had only felt this kind of situation from Legendary level powerhouses.

"I heard the Giant King has an incomparably formidable abyss dragon; maybe it was the one roaring."

"It definitely isn't Legendary level; many people in the south have seen the abyss dragon."

Saelen frowned; she didn't deny Grum Ironfist's statement.

She had come this time to confirm if the dwarves had any related news.

Not getting the desired answer, Saelen could only suppress her doubts. She decided to relay her suspicions back to her clan as soon as possible and let the higher-ups investigate.

"I need to custom-order a batch of bolts specifically for our blood elf race."

"The materials must be good, the kind that can be enchanted."

Putting aside her thoughts, Saelen began to discuss business with Grum Ironfist.

...

Valkorath Realm, Soraya City.

It was three days later when Orion returned here.

Behind Orion, elders like Gormathar, Taran, Brontes, Steropes, Maldrak, Erythros, Thalion, and Torvald all had excited expressions.

They knew very well that Orion allowing them to descend into the Valkorath Realm was giving them a perk, hoping they would continue their training here.

"All of you go and prepare. Replace the Arch Elder and the others back."

"As you wish!"

A group of people responded in unison and ran towards the military camp, familiar with the way.

Watching his subordinates run wildly, Orion smiled, shook his head, and then walked towards Dusk Castle.

At the castle gate, two figures appeared, gazing at Orion from afar.

Orion took a step, and after just two steps, his shoulders suddenly felt heavy; his adopted daughter Elara was already riding on his neck.

"Daddy... Daddy, Elara missed you!"

Orion reached out and patted Elara's little butt with two fingers.

"Sit tight!"

Elara reached out, grabbed Orion's ears, and giggled.

Orion had a smile on his face, his mood even more cheerful.

Unlike his disciple Rolan, Rolan lived in the Giant Tribe. He had known from a young age that he had lost his father and his mother had remarried, and that his situation was not good.

Therefore, Rolan's mentality was precociously mature.

While learning from Orion, Rolan's mind was full of effort, diligence, and glory.