Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Hearing the dragon race's secret history, Orion was curious, so he asked his own question.

"Why, then, in the past ten thousand years, hasn't the Merfolk Clan attempted to invade the continent?"

Jorik shook his head, indicating he wasn't entirely sure.

However, this question was answered by Grand Duke Richard, who was standing nearby.

"Ten thousand years ago, after several battles between the Saint of our Human Kingdom and the Arch Lord of the Slark Merfolk, a non-aggression pact was signed."

"The exact results of the battles weren't recorded, but our Human Kingdom's plans to open sea trade routes were extinguished."

"For this reason, the Royal Capital of our Human Kingdom wasn't built here."

In fact, when the Human Kingdom claimed the southernmost region, taking control of White Dragon Frostsire's territory, they didn't make Whitecliff the capital, partly because of the existence of the Merfolk Clan.

Orion raised an eyebrow. If what Grand Duke Richard said was true, the Human Kingdom's Saint hadn't fared well against the Merfolk's Arch Lord.

Still, the fact that they managed to sign a non-aggression pact brought a thousand years of peace to the continent.

Looking at this, it seemed that the Utessar Kingdom hadn't been entirely useless after all.

"Gentlemen, although the Merfolk clan invaded our dragon race's territory, but the real reason isn't hatred toward us."

"They want to plunder the resources of this continent, treating us like livestock—killing when they want, eating when they want."

Jorik looked at everyone, his tone now more sincere, but that wasn't enough.

"At the same time, the Merfolk clan's invasion has brought us countless resources."

"Although they are called Merfolk, I believe they actually appear and are more closely related to Murlocs. Most of the weapons of the Merfolk(Murlocs) are made from magical minerals from the sea floor; their crystal cores are the purest magical materials; and their scales, eyeballs, fins... all are top-tier water magic materials."

"And when we return to Whitecliff, everyone here will receive a share."

This was the carrot Jorik dangled in front of them.

Though small, it was sweet.

Jorik was confident that after tasting the sweetness of this 'cake,' the group wouldn't give up fighting against the Sea Tribe.

"Lord Jorik, were the whales we encountered earlier different from the merfolk clan?"

Lireesa, from the Blood Elf race, had a fierce gleam in her eyes. Magical materials were scarce for the Blood Elves, and they were quite covetous of the Merfolk's resources.

Of course, it was best to gather more information about the Merfolk before acting.

"The ones that attacked us were from the Sea Tribe's Slark Merfolk clan. The Reverse Whales we saw earlier are Slark Merfolk who have evolved to Alpha level and mastered transformation techniques."

"The Slark Merfolk who can transform are known as the Reverse Whale Clan."

"The larger the Reverse Whale, the stronger it is. The one that just clashed with my ancestor was already at Legendary level peak."

Jorik didn't keep any secrets about the Slark Merfolk.

With the Five-Race Alliance now formed and the Sea Tribe being a shared enemy, there was no need to hide information.

After Jorik's explanation of the Slark Merfolk, everyone, including Orion, fell silent, deep in thought.

"Lord Jorik, Whitecliff has been submerged. When will the waters recede?"

This was Orion's most pressing question. He was already thinking about leaving; the dragon territory didn't bring him peace.

"In no more than half a month, the seawater will flow back into the ocean."

"Whitecliff has magical protections that will automatically expel the seawater. Such a miraculous and splendid scene is rare. Let's go see it."

With that, Jorik led the way, diving into the water, sending waves crashing in all directions.

Orion and the others exchanged glances before following him into the sea.

Whitecliff, aside from the blood that had soaked the giant buildings, looked clean.

Most of the blood had been flushed out with the seawater.

When Orion, Lireesa, Jorik, Dain, and Richard arrived at Whitecliff, the city, once tense and oppressive, erupted in cheers and victory shouts.

At the meeting hall, when Orion returned, the guards he had brought with him were waiting.

"How is the situation?"

Orion raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit troubled. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

The reason was clear: the number of guards had decreased by almost half.

"My lord, twenty-eight of our kin were killed. Aside from the Alpha-level members, most of our kin have sustained injuries," Rendall reported with sadness.

Orion took out the last half-bottle of healing medicine from his storage ring and handed it to Rendall.

"Mix it with clean water and distribute it to the kin. We'll rest here in Whitecliff for half a month before setting out to return."

Seeing the high-quality medicine, Rendall smiled, going to prepare the medicine.

After the kin left, a maidservant approached Orion.

"Lord, His Highness requests your presence at the meeting!"

Orion nodded and followed the maidservant through a corridor lit by glowing night pearls into a clean and refreshing meeting room.

Inside, Lireesa, Jorik, Dain, and Richard had already gathered.

"Lord Orion, I've already instructed our kin to tally up the spoils. Within two days, your share will be delivered to you."

Orion nodded. After all, the five of them had fought together to help the dragon race resist the Sea Tribe's invasion, and it was only right they be compensated.

Once Jorik finished speaking, his expression grew more serious. With a calm, resonant voice, he said,

"Gentlemen, after this baptism by the Sea Tribe, the Five-Race Alliance is officially formed. Everyone here is a founding member of the alliance."

"From today onwards, our five races will exchange with one another, working together to establish a peaceful environment in the southern region and resist the Sea Tribe's invasion."

With a snap of his fingers, a scroll of the pact was brought into the meeting room and placed on the central table. The scroll was covered in dense text.

Orion focused his attention on it.

"Article One: The five parties of the pact declare their joint commitment to maintaining a peaceful environment in the southern region for the sake of safety."

"Article Two: The five parties guarantee that they will develop trade relations based on equality, mutual benefit, and respect..."

The scroll was filled with numerous clauses. After reading through it, Orion didn't find anything wrong and signed the contract along with the others.

After the pact was completed, the scroll glowed with a mysterious magical light, and then it split into five identical copies.

"Each of us will hold one copy of the pact scroll."