Chapter 838: Save Your Loyal Wood Elf Worker
In Stoneheart City, upon the throne.
For the past few years, Orion had settled into a routine: ruling his horde, spending time with his wives and children, and managing the faction’s myriad affairs. Of course, a great deal of his time was spent immersed in the Survivor’s Platform. Leveraging the now stable and prosperous Stoneheart Horde, he used the horde’s immense wealth and resources to sweep the Platform for anything of value, enriching both himself and his people.
In truth, the Commander, Deputy Commander, Arthas, Alexander, and Leonidas—all his powerful patrons—had walked this same path. Their vast resources had not appeared from thin air; they had been accumulated piece by piece, over countless hours of effort. Orion was now simply retracing their steps.
This process would continue indefinitely, until the day the Survivor’s Platform could no longer meet his needs. As things stood, this would be the daily reality for Orion’s true body for a long time to come.
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"Sir... help me!"
"Godfather... help me!"
"Adoptive father... help me!"
"Darling... save me!"
"..."
The moment he entered the Platform, Orion was bombarded by messages from Aerin. It had been some time since he’d heard from his business partner, and she had returned with an absolute information blitz.
Among all his contacts, only Aerin would use such a shameless and varied list of titles. The girl was proud and prone to her own little schemes, but when trouble struck, she could truly swallow that pride. The repeated cries of "Godfather" brought a smirk to Orion’s face, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement.