Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Night Elf Arch Lord Mia lived in the southern part of the godforsaken land. She was a night elf with an angelic face and a devilish figure—so stunning that both Gollum and John wanted to capture her and turn her into their personal sex slave.

Yet Mia herself wasn't exactly virtuous; in fact, she was infamous among the night elves as one of the most shamelessly promiscuous.

She was mistress to thirty thousand male lovers, and whenever she took a consort to bed, she'd have a hundred or so male night elves at her beck and call.

However, Mia was also a staunch racist. All her lovers were night elves—she didn't keep a single non-night-elf. For that reason, both Gollum and John yearned hopelessly for her attention, though Mia plainly wasn't interested in either of them.

"Mia, come out. Don't pretend you can't sense what's happening in the central region of the Perpetual Night Continent!"

Goblin King Gollum's voice, for once, lost its lecherous and foul undertones, sounding surprisingly righteous.

"Gollum, you little runt. The central region is your territory, not mine!"

From the depths of a dark forest appeared a night elf woman wearing next to nothing. Well, to be precise, Mia wasn't wearing clothes at all—she merely had an animal-skin belt slung around her hips, one that couldn't hope to hide her crotch. As for her upper body, that was bare. Her breasts were full and perky, her nipples still streaked with traces of semen.

Mia had only just finished fooling around with several male elves. She hadn't even bothered to wipe the fluids off and showed zero shame, letting both Gollum and John "admire" her body.

"Ah… The saddest thing in this world is seeing such a perfect figure but never getting to touch it. I really do pity you two!

"Two long-standing Legendary-level powerhouses like you, and all you can do is stare to ease your lust."

Mia was a total seductress, a shameless flirt well-versed in beguiling men. She spoke softly, words dripping with warmth and tenderness.

Gollum and John couldn't help swallowing hard, staring at Mia's bare figure in silence. No one knew how long it went on until, unexpectedly, Corrupted Human John snapped out of it first.

"Mia, you're unbelievably beautiful. I'm willing to take you as my wife—willing to drive every hideous woman from my territory if it would please you!

"Mia, you're like the Luna in my heart, shining as brightly as that Black Sun in the sky over the Perpetual Night Continent."

It was almost impossible to believe such flowery words came from a human with three faces. As John spoke, a spiked tongue in his mouth flicked out to lap up some oozing pus on his body. Then, shifting his tone:

"But Mia, the Perpetual Night Continent is facing a catastrophe. Only by driving out the invaders can you become the Luna in the hearts of everyone who lives here."

Sweet talk has always been the best way to sway a woman's heart—and that includes female night elves.

"Become the Luna of every living being in the Perpetual Night Continent, huh?
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"That's… not such a bad offer."

"Grotesque John, because of your little line there, tell me—what do you want me to do?"

Just like that, Mia agreed to work with Gollum and John. Ostensibly, it was because John fed her some flattering lines. Who knows the real reason? You don't become an arch lord by being an idiot. Anyone who thinks the Night Elf Arch Lord Mia can be easily fooled is the real fool.

Two days later, the night elf army from the south and the corrupted human army from the west began marching, forming a steady encirclement aimed at invading the central region where Leonidas and Arthas had set up.

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In the eastern region, tension simmered on the surface, and danger lurked beneath. Within Night Elf Jarod's territory, inside a simple wooden house, Murktooth, Caleb, and Jarod sat in tense silence.

"Goblin Murktooth, your cowardice and sly tricks are gonna get us all killed."

Shield Warrior Caleb was fuming, still furious that Murktooth chose to flee first in their recent battle.

"Damn you, Corrupted Human Caleb. Were you hoping to die right then and there?"

"Didn't you and Jarod also run away in the end?"

"That makes the two of you just as chicken as me. You're just too proud to admit it."

Murktooth shrugged off his decision to escape, apparently confident it'd been the smart move. After all, they were all still alive, which proved he was right, at least in his own mind.

"Enough arguing!

"We need to figure out what to do next."

After Jarod's sharp command, the cabin fell quiet enough that they could hear the wind howling outside.

"I believe our enemies were bluffing in that last fight. A magic formation that powerful would cost them a huge amount of transcendent power.

If you, Goblin Murktooth, hadn't bolted, maybe the three of us could've taken down those two foreign invaders and saved ourselves a world of trouble."

Caleb drained his cup of water, feeling grumpy about the whole ordeal. From his perspective, such a massive show of force had to be hugely draining—especially for that skeletal creature controlling the widespread death ripples.

Caleb figured Orion was faking it.

But not everyone agreed.

"Bluffing?

"Caleb, are you messing with me and Jarod?

"Those two Legendary fighters that appeared last—didn't you sense anything?"

Murktooth slammed a fist on the table, jabbing a finger toward Caleb in outright fury, all while rebutting his claim.

"Those last two looked exactly like the trident-wielding invader. You ever consider they might've been illusions?"

At that, the goblin regarded Caleb even more disdainfully.

"An illusion?"

"Caleb, is your perception off?"

"Could you not feel their life force?"

"Both of them were genuine Legendary-level powerhouses!"

"Hmph!"

Murktooth laughed scornfully, eyeing Caleb with mocking amusement. Just then, Night Elf Jarod spoke up as well:

"My senses tell me those two were no illusion, either. They were genuine Legendary-level entities.

At least we're still alive, so I can't say Murktooth's choice was wrong back there."

Caleb had no comeback; the simple fact that they were alive to discuss it spoke for itself.

"You're not seriously thinking of taking them up on those two 'recommendations,' are you?"

Caleb scanned Murktooth and Jarod solemnly.

"It's a trick. They're trying to drive a wedge between us and break up our alliance."

In the wooden house, no one said a word. Goblin Murktooth and Night Elf Jarod stared off at their goblets, lost in thought, the wind still audible outside.