Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 650: Believe me, and believe in yourself too

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She knew, of course, that if a faerie insect was raised well, it could evolve into a Faerie Dragon, a very special type of dragon.

"Then what about this one?"

Isabella turned in another direction, pointed at the most peculiar plant in the medicinal garden, and asked.

In the entire magical plants garden, only that plant hadn't bloomed or sprouted leaves.

That was the World Tree, the half-finished World Tree transformed from Saintess Violet's body.

"That's Orion's treasure; no one is allowed to touch it."

The reason the half-finished World Tree was in the magical plants garden was that the elemental concentration here was the highest, making it a very good growing environment.

"I see!"

Isabella stared at the half-finished World Tree for a long time, muttering a few words.

Soraya didn't understand what Isabella was saying either; she didn't know the latter's dialect.

"Please try the tea I've brewed for you!"

Isabella nodded, then took a sip from the teacup. The rich aroma surprised her somewhat.

"Delicious, I like it very much!"

Soraya nodded and smiled. She didn't have many friends in the Valkorath Realm; she was quite happy to have met Isabella.

"Not in a hurry to go back this time?"

Soraya could see Isabella was in a good mood, so she casually asked with concern.

"There are other matters in a while; I need to rest and reorganize for some days."

Isabella came to sit opposite Soraya, took another sip of tea, and, smelling the fragrance filling the garden, felt as if she had returned to her own manor.

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Emerald Dream Realm, Night Stalkers' city.

The battle had continued for half a month straight. The number of Night Stalkers was dwindling, and the major battle was already nearing its end.

Only a small number of hidden monsters would still occasionally pop out to hunt, triggering small-scale skirmishes.

In a small dark corner of the city, a burst of fighting sounds was heard, then quickly died down.

"These stupid dark creatures! If they can live, why do they still run out to seek death?"

The one shouting loudly was Ragscrape the Gnoll. He was currently raising his executioner's blade high, chopping off a Night Stalker's head and then splitting it in two.

To put it bluntly, Ragscrape the Gnoll was engaged in a cruel slaughter.

Maldrak the giant stood not far away, silently watching the surroundings, acting as a guard for Ragscrape.

Maldrak knew Ragscrape was in a bad mood and needed to vent.

These past few days, Ragscrape the Gnoll had failed in his attempt to break through to Alpha-level again.

This dealt another blow to Ragscrape the Gnoll. Although failure hadn't crushed Ragscrape's belief and will, anyone in this situation would be in a foul mood.

As a warrior, and a frontline one at that, cruelly slaughtering enemies was the best way to vent.

Hence, the cruel scene just now.

"All dark creatures deserve to die!"

"I will eat your flesh, drink your blood, and devour your dark source crystals!"

"I will definitely succeed in advancing to Alpha!"

"Definitely!"

Ragscrape the Gnoll hacked at the dark creature's corpse cut after cut, as if mincing meat, tireless.

After an unknown amount of time, Ragscrape finally came to Maldrak's side with a calm expression.

"Maldrak, I'm done here."

"Next, I'll guard you."

"Good luck! Don't be like me; you must succeed!"

"Your belief must be firm, be full of confidence, you absolutely must succeed! Only when you become Alpha level will I have bragging rights and gain more face."

The Ragscrape at this moment was completely different from the Ragscrape who had been cruelly slaughtering earlier; one was brutal, the other amiable—it was like two different people.

"If I fail too, help me..."

"What nonsense are you talking, Maldrak? Look into my eyes, you can definitely do it!"

Ragscrape the Gnoll jumped up, grabbed Maldrak's bone armor, and looked up to meet his gaze.

"Believe me, and believe in yourself too!"

"Although the horde doesn't lack Alpha-level resources, they can't just be exchanged for casually."

"Don't let this opportunity slip away!"

Maldrak the giant nodded, turned, and walked into a nearby cave structure to attempt his breakthrough to Alpha-level on the spot.

In the distance, the faint sounds of fighting could be heard; this was not a peaceful night.

On the city wall, the Brontes and Steropes brothers were on rotation tonight, but Knight Godfrey and Grum Ironfist the dwarf had also come, accompanying the two.

"Excluding the 20% tax submitted to the horde, this portion belongs to you."

Brontes handed a leather pouch to Knight Godfrey. In the siege battles of the past few days, Knight Godfrey and the brothers had joined forces to slay two Alpha-level creatures.

Inside the leather pouch was an Alpha-level dark source crystal, as well as a considerable number of hero-level dark source crystals.

As the battle neared its end, the division of spoils had been distributed over these two days.

"Thank you!"

Godfrey accepted the leather pouch without declining; it was what he deserved.

Furthermore, in this invasion war, everyone had suffered some injuries, more or less, and urgently needed dark source crystals to improve their strength and recover.

This was also why the dark source crystals were distributed early, even before Delilah returned.

Special matters required special handling.

"Why thank me? These are all your spoils of war, earned through your valor and fearlessness."

"If anyone should be saying thanks, it's me thanking you; you saved my life back then."

Brontes spoke sincerely, without a trace of falsehood.

"That knightly code of yours is out of fashion; it'll be obsolete sooner or later."

The speaker was Grum Ironfist the dwarf, drinking off to the side. Through the invasion war, he too had forged a friendship with Knight Godfrey.

Although Grum Ironfist said this, his tone and eyes were full of goodwill towards Godfrey.

"It's a pity that old drunkard Taran went on patrol, otherwise I could have had a good drink with him!"

If it came to compatibility, Taran the Pandaren and Grum Ironfist the dwarf were the most suited to each other's taste.

Two drunkards, they could chat about anything together.

"Night Stalkers are still hidden underground and in some secret caves. If no one patrols at night, everyone will sleep uneasily."

Godfrey took the wineskin the dwarf handed him, took a large gulp, and gazed at the city dotted with bonfires, lost in thought.

"Are you still worried about that group?"

This time, Grum Ironfist the dwarf's tone was disdainful and very impolite.

"As fellow humans, in another world, I can't help but worry about them."

Godfrey's voice was slightly low, a little helpless, and also a little guilty.

Those humans who left the main force, although they hadn't informed him beforehand, hadn't caused him any trouble either.

Not telling Godfrey when they left was also a form of disguised protection.

At least, that's what Godfrey thought.