Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Icefield Snow Wolves were creatures forged by the harshest of environments.

To survive, they had developed patience and resilience, traits honed by their unforgiving habitat. Their piercing eyes, their ability to wait for the perfect moment, and their reliance on teamwork to tear apart their enemies were their most common tactics.

These traits were also the hallmark of the Icefield Snow Wolf King, who led them.

However, at the first ambush point, the wolves had no need to wait. Their enemies weren't beasts—they were intelligent beings.

The Wolf King knew that to achieve victory, it had to rely on the strength of its pack. Sacrifices were necessary for the greater good of the pack's success.

"Awooo…"

Countless snow wolves charged forward recklessly, throwing themselves into the ravines and toward the ridges.

In the ravines, numerous traps—each at least 30 feet deep, wide, and long—were triggered one after another. The spikes within the traps were deadly, claiming wave after wave of snow wolves.

"Those spikes are coated with poison!"

Delilah observed the wolves that fell into the traps, never to rise again. She immediately realized that the spikes had been treated with a deadly toxin.

This puzzled her, as such measures hadn't been part of their original plan.

As the Elder of Stewardship, Delilah was well aware of the Horde's limited stock of poisons.

"That was Thundar's idea. The spikes are coated with the saliva and blood of the geckos from the cannon fodder troops," Orion explained.

"And it's not just poison—we've also used burning oils."

As Orion finished speaking, a group of snow wolves charged into a trap filled with burning oils.

Boom!

A small mechanism within the trap was triggered, igniting the oils. Flames roared to life, and the air was filled with the anguished howls of burning wolves.

"Woooo…"

At that moment, the Stoneheart Horde's war horn sounded.

The wolves had entered the range of the Horde's weapons. The ambush had officially begun.

"Chieftain, I'm back."

Prophet Onyx approached Orion and Delilah, his footsteps steady. He had come to take over Orion's role as Delilah's protector.

Orion needed to fully utilize the Thunderhawk's aerial advantage to strike at the snow wolves and maximize the ambush's effectiveness.

At the same time, Orion had another critical task: to locate and eliminate the Icefield Snow Wolf King.

"Stay alert, listen to the wind, and remain vigilant!"

This was Orion's parting advice. With that, he leapt onto the back of the descending Thunderhawk.

The Thunderhawk soared into the sky, heading toward the rear of the wolf pack.

"Rayden, find the Icefield Snow Wolf King!"

"Understood!"

From the air, the Thunderhawk's keen eyesight made it an exceptional hunter. Finding prey was second nature to it.

It didn't take long for Thunderhawk Rayden to locate the Wolf King.

The Thunderhawk descended slightly, drawing the Wolf King's ire.

"Awooo!"

The Wolf King's howl was filled with rage—a territorial fury.

To the Wolf King, the sky might belong to the Thunderhawk, but the ground was its domain.

The Thunderhawk's low flight was seen as a direct provocation.

The howl caught Orion's attention.

"Rayden, veer left. It's in that direction!"

The Thunderhawk let out a low cry, expressing its displeasure at the Wolf King's howl. It retaliated by releasing a bolt of lightning, striking the densely packed snow wolves below.

"Orion, there it is—the one with black fur. That's the Alpha(Wolf King)!"

Orion peered down, following the Thunderhawk's guidance, and spotted the Icefield Snow Wolf King.

It was a massive wolf, its fur as black as night, with equally dark eyes that gleamed with intelligence.

At that moment, the Wolf King was staring up at the Thunderhawk, its gaze unwavering.

"Keep flying!"

Orion remained cautious, refraining from jumping into the fray immediately. He directed the Thunderhawk to continue flying toward the rear of the wolf pack.

Orion wanted to ensure there were no other Alpha-level beasts hidden among the wolves.

After several passes and finding no other Alpha-level auras, Orion finally directed the Thunderhawk to return.

"Rayden, lower your altitude and stay alert. Be ready to extract me at any moment!"

The Thunderhawk let out a low cry and obeyed, gliding closer to the ground.

Moments later, Orion leapt from the Thunderhawk's back.

Boom!

He landed with a resounding impact, sending a shockwave that knocked nearby snow wolves off their feet.

Before the wolves could recover, countless others bared their fangs and charged at him.

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"Roar!"

A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield. It was the cry of a dragon.

A flash of red light appeared as Orion summoned his Abyssal Dragon.

The dragon's massive claws and tail swept through the wolves, tearing them apart with ease. Those that ventured too close were shredded or crushed instantly.

"Xalathar, charge!"

The Abyssal Dragon, Xalathar, moved in perfect sync with Orion. At his command, the dragon adjusted its stance and charged forward, trampling and smashing through the wolves in its path.

"Awooo!"

As the Abyssal Dragon closed the distance to the Wolf King, the black-furred Alpha's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. It threw its head back and let out a piercing howl.

In an instant, two identical black wolves emerged from the Wolf King's body.

"Three Wolf Kings?"

Standing atop the Abyssal Dragon, Orion was stunned.

He had suspected that a wolf pack of 200,000 wouldn't be led by just one Alpha-level Wolf King.

Despite his caution, despite scanning the pack multiple times, he had failed to detect the other two. The Wolf King had hidden them well, waiting for this moment.

"Damn it!"

Orion cursed under his breath. He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!"

The three Wolf Kings howled in unison, and the wolf pack parted to create an open space.

The three massive wolves, their bodies radiating power, charged toward the Abyssal Dragon.

In the face of this sudden assault, Orion activated his Ghostbone Armor, covering the Abyssal Dragon's vital areas.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The Abyssal Dragon showed no fear. With a thunderous roar, it accelerated, meeting the three Wolf Kings head-on.